Midnight Flame and Crowns : a Shifter and Demon Fantasy Romance Boxed Set
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“To hell with the Oracle. To hell with the First Witch.”
He grabbed me, his mouth sealing my doubts, and maneuvered me onto his lap. He lifted my ass without breaking our kiss, the head of his cock aimed at my entrance.
The prince bucked up his hips, and his shaft penetrated through my tight channel and seated deeply inside me.
I screamed in pleasure.
“Your pussy is so tight, yet so resilient,” he said huskily. “It fits my cock perfectly.”
I placed my hands on his massive shoulders, ready for a frenzy ride.
“Is this what you want, Freyja?” he asked, thrusting up.
I moaned. “Yes, Ares, yes!”
“You’re getting what you want, female,” he promised.
Ares kept his hands on my hips, his pace growing faster with each thrust. There was no gentleness in his moves. I could take it. I liked it. I’d always wanted it this way. I was a Nephilim, stronger than any mortal, except for the hybrid Dragonian prince.
He was one of a kind, unbreakable and unwavering. His strength rippled in each thrust, sending me over the high waves that tried to reach the dark stars.
“I’m going to fuck you without inhibition,” he said. “Can you take it?”
“Bring it on, Prince,” I purred.
Ares unleashed his lust, driving deeper and thrusting wildly into me, his movements so fast, they blurred my vision. I tried to move up and down, but he overpowered me. I was amazed that every pounding was more forceful than the previous ones, as if the hybrid prince had endless power.
My body lit up. Then I realized again that Ares was my electricity, and fucking me was the best way to recharge me. I absorbed his energy, yet I didn’t drain him like I did others. When the next wave pushed me to the divinely high, I gave him back some of mine.
Ares gasped in awe, feeling my reciprocal energy feed.
My fingers sank into his shoulders as I rocked against him, meeting his frenzied thrust. My bountiful breasts bounced on my chest. While he fucked me hard, I fucked him back harder.
For a while, neither one of us spoke. We screwed each other like two wild beasts. He drove up and I plunged down. Every inch of his shaft rubbed my every spot in just the right way.
“I’ve never fucked like this,” he said. “I’ve never met my match until you.”
The pleasure was undoing me and remolding me, yet I craved more. My Dragonian was able to give me more. He could fuck at such strength and speed endlessly. My moans went out with a few short screams, and Ares bent his head and pulled my nipple into his mouth and suckled hard.
His cock grew larger and harder inside me, and his animalistic, erotic groans set me ablaze all over again.
I was wild. I was free. I was fire and ice, and my Dragonian was the savage who made my blood flow in a rush. But he thought I was savage.
As hard waves hit us both, I could no longer hold back.
I roared as my inner walls convulsed around his cock, milking it violently.
Ares thrust through my climax, and then he roared his own release against my breast. He crashed me against him hard, his generous seed pumping into my womb. I sat still on top of him to enjoy the incredible sensation as my orgasm lingered.
His mouth moved to mine, kissing me with tenderness and gratitude.
Sunlight basked me.
My chest swelled with warmth and pride. For my twenty-one years, I had been death. Ares had rewritten me.
He lifted me up off him, and I resisted.
Ares chuckled. “I need to clean you first.” He pulled his hard cock out of me, came back with a towel, and started wiping at my sex. He cleaned himself and tossed the towel across the room.
“I never spilled this much seed with anyone before,” he said. “Not even close. I used to think I might be barren.”
“You’re anything but barren,” I said. “You flooded my insides.”
He laughed, leaning over and pressing a casual kiss on my lips.
The prince lay beside me, and I rested my head on his shoulder as he wrapped an arm tightly around me. Thankfully, the image of the Angel Prince and his Fey mate was no longer beside me, or I wouldn’t be able to lie still next to Ares with a content, stupid grin on my face.
I didn’t understand why he wanted to snuggle. I was so energized I wanted him to fuck me again. I would mimic how the Fey Empress and her Angel had done. The magical imprint of their mating was probably for training purposes. When the Angel had claimed the Fey, she was a virgin, though she hadn’t acted like one either.
My hand traced circles on Ares’ chest, and he liked it, not knowing my actual interest was on his cock. I didn’t want to be too obvious. I counted to four before moving my hand down. The ache between my thighs had been sated, but I still wanted his cock inside me.
The mating frenzy was still in effect.
Lust rained in Ares’ golden eyes as well.
“I found you, Freyja,” he said.
My heart stuttered. He hadn’t meant he’d found the witch, had he?
“My instinct tells me you’re my mate,” he said, “though you aren’t the witch.”
I swallowed.
“You didn’t exactly find me. You abducted me,” I reminded him softly.
“It was meant to be,” he said in a dismissive tone. The Dragonian prince still didn’t like anyone, especially me, disagreeing with him. “It’s worked out just fine.”
“According to who?” I asked.
“After we acquire the cure for you in Mysth,” he said, stroking my hair, “we’ll return to Atlantis. You’ll be guarded by an army. I’ll make sure no Angel can ever get near you.”
I admired his confidence, but when the Dark Lord’s legion came, even the High Prince and his Fallen Angel force would suffer great loss. The Dragonian army stood no chance.
Right now, while he chose to escort me to Mysth instead of returning to Atlantis to prepare to ascend to the throne, his surviving half-brother was taking the opportunity to grab power.
“It would be safer for me to go to the Twilight Realm alone,” I said.
He growled.
“I have safe passage into the Fey realm,” I said, “but you don’t. Any conflict between you and the Fey, and I can kiss the cure goodbye. Without your flamboyant flying guardians to attract attentions, the Angels won’t find me.”
That wasn’t completely true. My grandfather had turned his sights on me. The blood imprint would make sure his horde could get to me anytime. I was betting on my luck they hadn’t reached Earth yet, though my time was running out. I didn’t want Ares and his team to go down with me when the Angels army caught up with me.
I didn’t want Ares to be sad if there was no cure for me in the Twilight Realm. I wanted him to move on.
He would be the new Commander. He would have a new life. Though arrogant, formidable, and often insufferable, he had a good heart. He would be a good Dragonian King.
“If you think I’ll let you out of my sight,” Ares snapped, “you’re kidding yourself. I know how to handle the Fey. I’ll only make sure they give you the cure.”
“I swear on my life,” I said, “if you follow my plan, I’ll come to Atlantis to look you up after I have the cure. And I’ll bring the First Witch to you.”
“I forbid you from swearing on your life,” he grated. “Don’t you understand, Freyja? I brought you here not just to have sex with you. I brought you here to claim you.”
Why did he want to claim me? To what purpose?
“I don’t want the witch,” he continued. “I want you. Don’t you know my heart beats only for you? Lightning struck me at the first sight of you. I now know why.”
“I didn’t see lightning strike you when you came to my forest,” I insisted. “I saw only the beating wings of the guardians.”
“It’s a figure of speech,” he said in irritation. “My point is, I no longer want to fight what my heart wants.”
“Don’t you give up too soon, Prince?” I
asked. “The Oracle said only the First Witch can be your mate. The witch will not only bring you the strongest nation on Earth; your combined bloodline will produce superior offspring. Isn’t that what all Dragonians have dreamt about since the beginning of your race? And with the witch, you’ll secure your rule.”
He narrowed his eyes. “Did you eavesdrop over my private conversation with my cousin?”
“You two were loud enough for the whole camp to hear.”
“We whispered.”
“No man will give up a kingdom for a woman, Ares.”
“I’ll give up my life for you in a heartbeat, so what’s a kingdom compared to my life? And what’s a kingdom to me when all I’ll have is a dead heart inside?”
“You haven’t met her yet,” I said softly and felt a sudden stab of pain at my own lies. But I needed to persuade him to let me go. Being around me would bring him death. The Angel legion would never cease hunting me.
I would find a way to ditch Ares after today, after I fucked him a few more rounds in this villa. I wanted to kiss every inch of his skin and burn it to my memory at the end of the day. That was all I would have.
But first I needed to prepare him to move on.
“How do you know another woman won’t make you feel this way?” I asked. “Look at me, Darken, what could I possibly offer you?”
“Everything,” he said. “You’ve become my existence, though you’re also the bane of it. I don’t care what my people want anymore. I don’t care about their dreams, hopes, and obsessions. I’ve served them for centuries. Now I go for what I want. And that is you. Honestly, Freyja, the throne is a high place made of chains, thorns, and blades.”
“That’s your lust talking, Prince.”
“It’s beyond lust. No one can make me feel the way you do, not even the First Witch. I’m damn sure of that.”
“When the gorgeous, powerful First Witch shows up, you’ll bash your bloody head against the wall for the wrong choice you’re trying to make today.”
She—I—wasn’t that gorgeous. As for powerful? Hardly.
“They say no one is more beautiful than the Fey Empress,” he said. “I thought so until I saw you. But I’m not looking for the beauty of the Earth or the most powerful woman. I’ve met many of them in my long years, but no one has touched me. Not until you. I know all this time I’ve been looking for you. Not the witch. That’s why the Oracle sent me to find your first.”
“But you said before I was the test and trial that you needed to overcome to find the witch.”
He frowned. “Must you remember every thoughtless word I said?”
“Then why did you say them?”
“I’m a man! It’s what a man does.”
I tried to move away from him to show my displeasure at his snappiness, but he had an iron grip on me.
“I’ll bring you to my—our—home where you’ll be safe,” he coaxed, softening his voice, “after we get you the cure.”
If Empress Rose didn’t kill me, her realm would be the safest for me.
“So everyone will cheer for you getting a new concubine?” I said.
“I don’t have a concubine,” he said. “Neither will you be one.”
I sneered. “I don’t even get an official title?”
He turned my face to him, his thumb and forefinger holding my chin firmly, as he peeked into my eyes. “Freyja, you’ll be my future queen, my only woman.”
What? I stared hard at him, my mouth agape. Earth! He was serious. He was fucking insane!
“You—you want me to be your future queen?”
He arched an eyebrow. “Why the hell not? You’re fun and fiercely sexy.”
“A queen isn’t supposed to be fun,” I hissed. “And being fun and sexy should not be listed as the qualities for a good queen.”
“Then what’s your definition of a good queen?” he asked with genuine curiosity. “I’m all ears.”
“I’m not getting into that right now,” I said, sensing his trap. “But you know well that I wasn’t bred to be a queen. I have no first-hand knowledge how the court works.” Though I’d gained and accumulated intel through a few death touches.
“You’ll learn the job on the spot,” he said, amusement dancing in his eyes.
“You think this is a fucking joke?” I raise my voice in great irritation. “It’s your kingdom you’re putting on the line, Ares!”
“You can’t screw up too badly,” he said. “I’ve been watching you since the first day, Freyja. You have a keen mind. Other than you bearing a grudge for a very long time, you’re adaptable. When we settle down in my palace, I’ll hire the best tutors for you on court etiquettes, fashion, hostess duties, among others. You love parties and fancy dresses, don’t you?” He brushed a quick kiss on my brow to show his support. “I have every confidence in you, my good Freyja.”
I snickered. “And Your Majesty will accept my gratitude in the end.”
“I will when you say it sweetly,” he said. “Do you have any idea how many noblewomen fought nearly to death for the position beside me?”
“They might think it’s the best job in the world serving the trifle court at day and you at night.” I sent him a sly glance. “But I’m not one of them, and I’m not a noblewoman. I may be young, but I wasn’t born yesterday. A gilded cage is still a cage.”
Ares scowled at me. His subjects might be trembling at his temper, but I wasn’t one of them either, as I’d told him. When he saw that he couldn’t intimidate me, he withdrew his touch from my body. It immediately protested at the lack of his caress and demanded I make up to the prince and get his hands on me again. I ignored my shameless body’s urges.
“If you don’t want to be my future wife,” Ares said, pointing at his cock, which had hardened again, “you won’t get it either. This comes with the whole package.” He went further to remove my head from his shoulder, gritting his teeth as he moved a few inches away from me, and folded his arms across his broad chest.
Very mature.
“I’ll have to live with that then,” I said regretfully, eyeing his proud, strong cock.
Ares sighed.
“Think of it,” he said, resuming his velvet, hypnotic voice on me. “Don’t you want to be fucked every night and every morning?”
Was that how he used to seduce females to his bed? I wondered if those noblewomen liked his blunt, crude talk.
“That depends,” I said.
“Think how good you’ll feel when I stroke your pussy,” he said, “as I did a minute ago. I’ll thrust my tongue inside, hitting every sweet spot. I’ll make you moan.”
His eyes became hooded, dangerous lust dancing in them.
I licked my lips at the erotic pictures, my pulse racing. Angels were the most carnal species in the universe, and I got all of their weaknesses.
“Then my cock will replace my tongue,” he continued, meeting my glazing eyes. “It’ll go in slowly, taking its time before it penetrates deeper. Your hot, tight, lovely pussy is like a flower. It makes my cock so hard. Its petals will open for my cock as my crown pushes through your heated channel. Your pussy wraps around my shaft so tightly and sucks me in. Earth! My cock is aching. I need to fuck you now.”
I swallowed, my throat parching with burning lust. The mounds of my glistening sex throbbed in need.
“Picture how good you’ll feel,” he said, his voice laced with desire, “when my cock drives into your depth and fills every inch of your pussy.”
“Ares,” I whimpered, swaying my hips.
He followed my movements and his intense eyes stared at my bare sex as I now propelled my crotch toward him.
“Ares,” I whined, “please.”
“Say yes to my proposal, sweetheart,” he said, pumping his hand up and down his thick, hard shaft. “Be my mate, and you can have this as much as you want, any time you want. Don’t you want to experience again how I make you come? You come long and hard every time, milking my cock, like no one else could.”
Every muscle on his face displayed his lust, making it unbelievably erotic. I balled my fists and pressed my legs together in case I lost control and jumped on him. Because right now, I was thinking of landing on top of him, forcing his cock inside my pussy, and riding him savagely.
“Say yes,” he said. “Just one word and I’ll fuck you senseless. I’ll go so deep you won’t even believe it.” His hand gripped the broad, heavy crown of his dick. I wanted to replace his hand with my mouth, but I’d need a better strategy.
He was a master of seduction and an expert on all things in the bedroom, given how he had fucked me. But I was a quick learner. I could seduce him back.
“Think of it,” I said with my sultriest voice. “How will you feel if I have your cock in my mouth?”
He sucked in a sharp breath, his eyes brightening like the stars in the dark sky.
“First, my hot, plump lips will wrap around the head of your cock,” I continued, “enjoying its silky feel. My tongue will join the feast and lick your length all the way up before sweeping across the ring of your crown. Your steel rod turns me on like no other. I have to taste the moist bead from your slit.”
His eyes rolled to the back of his head. Ares spread his legs wide, his large hand squeezing his cock.
Yet, I had no mercy.
“Then my lips will glide down your shaft,” I said. “Slowly at first, one inch, then another inch. I’ll lose patience because I want all of your length in my hot mouth. I’ll start going faster. My mouth will move up and down, suckling you so hard that you can’t take it anymore. Still, my little, pointed tongue will lick your cock all over, and my teeth graze . . .”
A deep groan emitted from his chest and Ares grabbed me.
Before I could react, I found myself pressed against the full window, trapped by the Dragonian prince as his strong hand wrapped around my waist possessively. His ragged breathing was on my temple, and his silky steel rod pricked against my lower back.
My breath shortened, my heart raced, and my blood buzzed with thrilled anticipation.
His cock spanked my ass hard.