Page 19 of The Fury Queen's Harem

My breath grew heavy as I reached for his heavy erection, wrapping my fingers around it, then pumped it up and down.

He hissed in pleasure, frost breathing out of his lips. His silver eyes burned icy fire.

“Take me,” I said, leaning on the stream bank and bending a knee on the stairs to give him access. The fire in my eyes burned equally as dark as his.

He groaned roughly. “I’ve never done this to any random woman, because that’s not who I am.”

No more words.

“Now or never, dragon.”

Iokul didn’t move; only a trail of coldness from his ice magic touched my skin.

A sinking feeling swelled in me.

All of this would be for nothing. He would leave me cold here while fire consumed my insides.

But the next second, Iokul pressed his rock-hard body against me, his hardness pushing up on my belly. “But you’re not some random woman, even though you haven’t realized who you are to me.”

His mouth slanted over mine, and that heady rush of desire pulsed through me again.

He braced his legs wide to lower his height. Aiming his hard shaft at my slick entrance, he drove deep into my moist heat with one powerful, smooth thrust.

I cried out at the pleasure, the loud sound tearing at my throat.

Finally.

The air rippled and I stilled as he thrust into me hard again and again, his silent roar ringing in my ears—Mine! Mine!

To claim me.

He thought I was his. That was why he’d said he didn’t do a random woman.

But I wouldn’t… couldn’t be tied down. Not now. Not until I found all three of my true loves. Not until I was free of my curse.

He thrust and thrust, faster and harder, each stroke more forceful than the previous.

Pleasure burst in me, hitting my every cell like high-pitched musical notes in fire. I threw my head back, wanting to roar, but then my monsters would interfere.

He gazed at me with possessive fire, the icy, detached prince that I’d first met long gone. Heated desire twisted his beautiful, masculine mouth and jaw that weren’t concealed by his mask.

My hand draped over his shoulder, my other hand touched his mask. I craved to see his face without it. “What kind of curse?” I asked. “How can you get it off?”

He drove into my depth with abandon. “Only when I behead the Furies will my curse be lifted.”

He was not my true love but my enemy.

My heart iced over even as dark lust and pleasure pumped fuel into my core. I couldn’t stop this coupling. I had to finish it, and then I’d have to kill him before he had a chance to decapitate me.

But I was running out of time. I swallowed back the bile rising to my throat. The scales would cover me soon, and I would turn into the three beasts Iokul had come to slay.

He found my mouth again, his tongue sweeping over mine, mating with mine, in sync with his thrusts. His cock swelled in me, harder than granite.

His thrusts became frantic and erratic, and I knew we would both reach our peaks soon.

I needed this release, but I’d turn into Furies while I was in the throes of my orgasm.

And then I’d lose my three heads.

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