Page 77 of Death God

“After we get out of here,” I said, arching my back to enjoy his brutal thrusts and letting him do all the work while my mind ran a hundred miles a second to ponder a bargain.

I didn’t mean to be pushy, but I had to make sure my vampire was fully committed to me, because pretty words meant nothing.

“We’re already mated,” he sighed. “But I see that you have picked up a few new customs from the mortals. If a proposal is important to you, let it be done. My life’s mission is to protect you, provide for you, sate you, and make you happy.”

“I agree with you completely, sugar,” I said in delight and moaned when he delivered a series of hard thrusts. “You can’t just call me Bride and not work on making that true. I look down at small men who only pay lip service. So it’s settled. You’ll propose to me in front of everyone. Do you think we should also get some attorneys to draft a prenup?”

He glared at me. “Why do we need a prenup?”

“My Dragon Tears is worth twenty-five million! If inflation continues like this, it’ll probably be worth forty million. If you dump me, I’ll take it with me, and I won’t give you half!”

“I’ll never discard you. You should know that by now.” He looked at me incredulously then shook his head, a low chuckle escaping his throat. “And you ask for so little, Ophelia. What’s the Dragon Tears to me? It’s but pocket money. I’ll share my entire kingdom with you, and you focus on one necklace? You can do better, darling.”

“I had nothing all my life,” I said indignantly. “Pardon me if I don’t ask too much and don’t want to be taken advantage of. But since you want me to think big, I will! So what about an engagement ring?”

“You’ll get two sets of rings. The rare diamond on the engagement ring will be the size of a grape. I’ve commissioned it.” He growled. “Happy now?”

I grinned at him, not minding his bad attitude at all. “I’m not a gold-digger, in case you wondered, sugar. But I do love this kind of sexy talk.”

“I don’t,” he said. “But you never need to worry about money again. And I’d prefer you to turn the money talk into dirty talk while I’m fucking you.”

“This endless confession of love and talk of money has to end!” Smooth’s voice shouted outside the door. He seemed agitated.

“It’s no use giving Pip any instructions,” Freckles offered in sympathy. “She always does what she wants, and her concept of time and propriety and ours are miles apart.”

I blinked. High Mage Smooth was here. Now that we’d been interrupted, I let my senses explore and detected the magical signatures of three mages and half a dozen vampires outside. My heart leapt in joy and relief that Freckles was safe, and Bangs was here as well.

“Don’t stop, mate,” Marlowe hissed, thrusting into me powerfully. I arched my back to receive him even deeper.

And then I was on the move again, banging Marlowe like a wild beast. My breasts bounced up and down violently, and the greedy vampire grabbed them while driving into me wildly.

I moaned, removing one of his hands to rub my swollen clit while I grabbed my own breast.

“Fuck me and destroy my cunt, vampire,” I whispered.

He wanted dirty talk, and he got it.

“I’ll destroy this tight, needy cunt and ruin it for any other male,” he promised, his cock growing even larger and stretching me to the limits.

The pleasure was too great, and I started to vibrate, which was a new trick that I would use to reward my vampire.

Marlowe let out a string of curses that sounded like guttural German and bucked his hips up to pound into my vibrating depths. We slammed into each other over and over, pleasure dancing on my nerve endings like wildfire.

“It was supposed to be a sprint, not a marathon,” Smooth continued to complain outside the door. “We all have work to do and roles to play. The horseman of war will return at any moment. You two need to wrap it up. I’m sweating with anxiety. The deal was for King Nyström to mate with Lady Pip quickly to renew their mating bond and then feed her to give her a boost, so she can face the dark angel…”

Reality kicked in. Worry, fear, lust, and rage blended into a storm in me.

“Is my family safe?” I shouted at the door.

“Secured, my queen,” Mouse answered outside, then murmured something else.

He was a vampire civilian, yet he’d come for me as well. Warmth swelled in my chest, but I’d still have a stern word with him. His duty was to guard my dragon’s treasure. If he was slain, who would guard it?

And then I realized that while I was away, my title had been upgraded in the vampire court. I was a queen now, though not officially. I grinned. I did rise super fast. Not long ago, I’d been a prisoner, then a fugitive on the run, then a low wolf girl, and then a lady. And now a queen! What a change!

“Bite me now, Bride,” Marlowe ordered while thrusting into me relentlessly. The vampire had endless stamina. “Drink from me. The mages are insolent and annoying, but they’re also right. No matter how much I want this to never end, we need to wrap this up. After I take the head of the horseman, I’ll fuck you to your great satisfaction.”

“If you put it that way, it sounds kind of hot,” I said.

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