'Tween Hopeful and Hopeless
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Behind me I heard Dialle cry out and suddenly the Black he was riding surged past Zerphor and I and was shooting toward where his father, still apparently connected on some level to Peter through the chain, had thrown Peter to the ground and appeared to be draining him of power to keep himself alive under the burning white power.
Zerphor !
Suddenly we were hurtling after Dialle. The big black Dialle was riding jerked to a stop beside King Dialle and my Dialle threw himself from the dragon’s back, hitting his father hard and throwing them both backward, away from Peter.
I leapt off Zerphor and knelt over Peter, placing my hands on the shimmering chain around his throat. His face was contorted in pain, his blue eyes bulging. He was mere seconds away from being extinguished.
I closed my eyes and sent my power into the chain, knowing that it could only be broken through the death of either its creator or the wearer. I was afraid, from the look on Peter’s face, it would be the latter that finally broke it.
Beside me son and father grappled in the cloud, fiery bolts of power surging into the sky above them. I heard a pain-filled cry and tears filled my eyes. I was terrified to look. A part of me didn’t want to know which Dialle had cried out, which Royal Devil had fallen.
I forced my eyes to lift and shuddered, sinking deeply into the cloud in horrified relief. My Dialle stood beside the quickly closing whirlwind, his head bowed with pain and his hands fisting at his sides.
King Dialle the First was nowhere to be seen.
Dialle ! Tears flowed freely from my eyes at the pained thoughts running through my Devil Prince’s mind. He turned to me and I gasped.
His formerly midnight eyes now swirled with color. Angry reds swirled among vibrant yellows, interspersed with the coldest blue.
I shuddered again.
* * * * *
A strong, golden hand held the hair away from my neck in a gentle fist. Soft lips feathered across my back. I shivered and bent my head forward, giving my randy Royal free access to my neck. The lips stopped suddenly and I felt hot puffs of breath forging a tantalizing trail down my body, to my back, where a hot, wet tongue began a sensuous trail from between my shoulder blades to just below my hairline and stopped, nibbling the ultra sensitive skin there.
My body clenched with need, and I sighed.
Dialle’s body slid up against mine, his heated breath fanning my cheek as he bent over my naked, quivering body. I felt his hard length against my buttocks and spread my knees hopefully.
Dialle happily complied, sliding deep within my body.
I groaned and threw my head back, pushing against his driving hips. As Dialle increased his tempo, building the heat to melting point between us, I felt the taut muscles of his shoulder tensing beneath my cheek.
Dialle turned his head, capturing my lips with his, and built the tempo until our breaths came in gasping bursts, our bodies covered in a fine sheen from the effort. Finally, reaching that elusive peak, Dialle released my lips and threw back his head, screaming my name as he arched into my clenching body.
I grabbed his neck in my teeth and bit down hard, bringing Dialle screaming into a second orgasm immediately.
I could feel the hard length of him pulsing within me.
His hands cupped my chin and slid like warm silk across my breasts and down to that spot where I throbbed and ached for release. A single touch made me cry out in sweet release.
We sagged to the bed, happily spent. I cuddled back into Dialle and sighed as his heated fingers slid down my arm and over my hip. He placed a soft kiss on my shoulder and I shivered.
“So, how does the throne feel?” I ventured in a light tone. We hadn’t directly addressed the events of the week before, when he’d been forced to send his father to Hades to save Saint Peter.
He’d been nibbling my shoulder but he stopped at my question. I felt his lips turning upward. “Actually, it fits my butt very well. I think I’ll keep it.”
I rolled over and grinned. “You aren’t going to get all cocky are you? Your father might be back some day.”
He snickered, “Of course, I’m going to get cocky. Have you met me?” He tapped me on the lips with a finger.
I laughed and sucked the finger into my mouth.
“I’ve decided on my first proclamation.”
I pulled his finger from my mouth. “What?”
He grinned mischievously. “It has to do with giant panties.”
My eyes widened. “You wouldn’t!”
“I think I would, my queen.”
I smacked him on the arm, frowning. “Don’t call me that!”
Dialle laughed and pulled me under his still randy royal self. “As you wish, my queen.
And then he proceeded to give me the serious royal treatment.
I decided I could live with having a king for a boyfriend.
About the Author
Award winning author Sam Cheever mixes in a little fun, a little magic, and a little real-life spice to create her sexy fantasy characters. Sam’s fun-loving creations fight their way through a dizzying array of dangerous challenges without letting little things like the end of the world, angry, manipulative gods, evil dark world denizens, or killing Furies dampen their zest for life and hot love!
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