Page 11 of King of Death

Muscles tensing, he gritted his teeth and tried to heave me to the side. When I didn’t budge, he snarled in fury, and the realisation that I was stronger than him hit me in a dizzying wave. I flashed my teeth at him in a not-quite grin, which made him even angrier.

He lunged at me again, trying to use his whole body to knock me onto my back. Our straining cocks clashed, tearing a guttural sound from my throat, and Lonan used the brief moment of distraction to fist my hair and wrench me to the side.

It hurt, but the sharp sting of pain only heated my blood further. My cock bucked as it pressed into the mattress when he pinned me on my belly, the unyielding wood of his branch knee digging into the small of my back.

I snarled, bringing my arms up and pressing my palms into the mattress with the aim of bucking him off. But before I could, his knees slid to either side of my hips as he sat on my backside. Fingers curled around my wrists, locking my hands in place as Lonan lunged down and sank his teeth into my shoulder.

His cock slid between my cheeks, a hot iron brand, leaving trails of pre-cum on my skin. Trembling with adrenaline, I couldn’t stop my hips from arching, rubbing against him, not knowing whether I wanted to buck him off or yield. Lonan snarled and grazed his teeth over my shoulder blade, then continued lower, his sharp bites turning into fevered, open-mouthed kisses, tongue lashing my hot skin.

My thighs spread easily as he moved back between them. I jerked with a groan when his teeth sank into the swell of my ass, my cock wetting the sheet beneath me.

I almost submitted. Almost tilted my ass up so he could do whatever he wanted, but the realisation of what was at stake suddenly made my already pounding heart thud harder.

I sprang up, knocking his chin with my ass and making him snarl, then spun to wrap my legs around his hips. Twisting him to the side, I pinned him to the mattress and quickly grabbed his wrists to lock them together above his head.

Lonan fought me, arms straining, legs kicking to try and shove me off. His cock was leaking all over his heaving stomach, sliding against mine with his wild movements, but he couldn’t budge me. Not until he shouted with fury and tried to heave me to the side, managing to wriggle his branch leg free. He wrapped it round my hip and tried to twist us again, shuddering hard when our balls brushed.

We were both panting, sweating. My heart thundered in my chest, and I smirked down at him as his body’s frantic movements grew less furious and more sensual. When he let out a breathless groan, I rocked my hips, the wet heads of our cocks sliding together.

The smirk slid off my face as my lips parted on a gasp. I rocked my hips again, and again, and soon we were both writhing, hips bucking to slide our cocks together. I barely noticed when Lonan wriggled his other leg up and wrapped it round my hip, locking our lower bodies together tight.

His wrists were still pinned above his head, and my fingers tightened as I leaned down to kiss him. “Lonan.”

His legs tightened around me as he lifted his hips off the bed and jerked hard to the side, almost succeeding in throwing me off. I froze, then snarled as I realised he’d still been playing me. Anger heated my blood.

“You lost,” I snapped down at him, pinning his wrists harder to the pillow. “Accept it.”

“No.” He strained up again, but he only succeeded in rubbing his cock against me, which made him shudder as his efforts once again grew more sensual.

But now I didn’t trust him, so I stayed still as I pinned him down. It was much easier than I’d thought it would be, and I realised I’d been subconsciously holding back before. It felt almost effortless to keep him trapped.

His legs tightened around me, hips rolling up in a way that made my cock jerk, pre-cum dripping onto his skin. His face was flushed as he stared up at me, and when I saw the anger bleeding out of his eyes, replaced by pure, frantic lust, I felt a stab of triumph.

“Ash,” he rasped, voice trembling.

When he lifted his head and looked down between our bodies, I couldn’t help but follow his gaze. My jaw clenched when I saw my cockhead notched against his hole, his hips’ frantic movements having lodged it there.

His legs loosened, sliding off my hips to spread as wide as they could. His hips rolled again, cock jerking on his stomach.

“Ash,” he panted. “Do it.”

I groaned helplessly, sliding my cockhead over his hole. My fingers tightened around his wrists as I looked back up at him, chest heaving.

“I won.”

I expected him to snarl up at me, to start fighting again, but he nodded jerkily.

“You won.” His fingers curled and uncurled in my unforgiving grip. “You won.”

Despite being pinned down, he still managed to make it an order. My free hand was trembling as I reached over to get the oil from the nightstand and managed to thumb the cork free. Unwilling to release him, I tipped the bottle first over his cock, then mine.

I didn’t have the patience to set it back down carefully, and it toppled off the bedside table to hit the floor with a heavy thud, followed by the glug of oil escaping. After fisting my cock to slick it up, I palmed the back of his thigh and lifted it, spreading him almost impossibly wide.

His hole tried to suck me in the moment I pushed my cockhead against it, but I forced myself to go slow at first. My fae body could take this without much prep, and I knew he could too, but it would still sting at first without any at all.

Lonan grunted through clenched teeth, but his cock jerked over his belly as I pushed inside.

“Faster,” he demanded breathlessly.

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