“Fionna.” My name came out in a rumble. Raw and hungry. It undid me. I wanted to hear him say it again. Scream it. Claim it as his.
“Okay, maybe twice.” I gasped as his fingers brushed my stomach, his touch burning my skin. “Then we’ll be fine. Get each other out of our system.” I lied through my teeth, knowing I would never have enough now. Whatever he did to me earlier, he possessed my soul now. It was his.
My wet clothes hung on me like weights, my skin itching to get them off, to feel his skin against mine.
His fingers curled around the bottom of my shirt, ripping it over my head before I could blink. “Fionna.” His hands slid up from my stomach to my breasts, skimming below my bra, pushing it up to expose them. “There is no number we’re ever going to reach. And there is no getting me out of your system.” His thumbs moved over my tender nipples. “Nor you from me. I almost lost you. I won’t again.” Air caught in my lungs when he leaned over, his warm mouth taking one breast between his lips. Resembling a lion leaping for its prey, my body roared, flaming to life, desperate and brutal, ripping away anything sensible or human.
I was need. Desire.
Lars’s eyes flashed so bright they glowed in the gloom of the cave before blackness started to seep back into the corners. His demon form took over the polished man he clung so tightly to. He was neither animal nor man, but something so much more primal and savage. Ancient and unrestrained. Primal and basic.
My fingers fumbled for his damp shirt, tearing it over his head. It landed on the ground with a heavy wet splat. My hands grabbed at his pants, desperate for what was underneath. His pants fell to the ground, and he kicked them off along with his boots.
He stood in his boxer briefs. I tried to swallow the dryness coating my throat. The King was indeed granted greatness in every way.
He moved toward me. I put out my arm to stop him from coming closer. He growled, his almost black eyes looking down at my hand, then back at me.
“I want to see you,” I growled back at him.
He watched me from under his eyebrows, danger looming at the surface, fear and lust spiking up my spine.
“Now,” I ordered. He breathed in, snarling, every taut muscle contracting at my demand.
“I am not a man you can order around.” His voice vibrated the packed dirt underneath my feet.
“I wasn’t asking the man.” I held the demon’s gaze, not backing down. I knew he didn’t show the true demon to others often, not like this, but I wanted to break his rules. To push further.
The air pinched with peril, his shoulders curling, as if he were ready to attack. Water trailed down his taut muscles.
I dropped my arm and pushed off the wall. Predatory eyes watched my every move. I unhooked my bra, letting it drop off my arms. He growled. I didn’t stop; my fingers went to my jeans, undoing them. His nose flared; his olive skin turned white. I kept my attention on him as I wiggled out of the sodden fabric. They clung to my skin as I shoved them off and kicked out of my boots. My knickers were the only thing left covering me.
I lifted an eyebrow, conveying it was his turn.
His tongue slid across his bottom lip.
For feck’s sake. This man didn’t even have to touch me, and I was burning to death. His thumbs hooked into his briefs, torturing me by slowly tugging them off. Then he straightened up. This time I really let myself explore every inch of him.
I was lost.
Ruined.
“Let me see you,” I muttered, taking a step closer, trying to not sound as breathless as I was.
He let me move to him, staying still.
“Please.” My hand skated over his chest, curving around to his arse. I was so screwed. This man’s body felt similar to heaven under my fingertips. Actually seeing him naked, feeling his ripped muscles under my palm, was like a spiritual experience. My fingers moved back around, sliding down until my fingers brushed him. His spine jolted along with his dick.
I let out a needy groan, trying to wrap my hand around him.
A roar trembled the cave, and my body lifted off the ground as he picked me up. I wrapped my legs around his hips, as he slammed me back against the stone wall. Bits of dirt and rock crumbled in pieces to the ground. A thin layer of fabric was the only thing keeping him from sliding in. He pushed himself against me with a snarl, producing another weighty moan from my lips.
“Fionna.” He rasped out my name, his hands clasping the sides of my face, slipping one hand to the back of my head and tugging. I wanted him now. My lashes lifted, answering his call. He stared at me for a moment. Long, lean fingers dug into the back of my head. At the flick of pain, pleasure sprinted through my senses.
I bit down on my lip, fighting my need from vocalizing itself. His pallid skin thinned till his bones stuck out, like parchment paper. His body shifted, and I felt as though he took up the entire cave, his eyes pits of blackness.
He slid his thumb across my bottom lip, and my heart thudded violently against my ribs.
“Is this what you want?” His voice was low, vibrating through my body. Daggered cuspids jutted from the upper and lower teeth, the man dissolving, the face and body of a demon appearing before me. I had seen versions of it, but never the full demon. It was designed to terrorize, petrify.
Not me. “Yes,” I whispered. “I want you to fuck me like this.”
He didn’t blink or move. His body went still. “Lars?”
He sucked in a gulp of oxygen. Without warning, his fingers pulled me to him, his mouth finding mine, savagely devouring me.
Fire. I was sure actual fire shot up my spine and melted my insides.
Lars did not simply kiss. He consumed. He injected me with the same desperate response. His lips parted mine; his tongue deepened our kiss. His hand twisted into my hair, digging into my scalp. His daggered teeth dug into my bottom lip, sending me over. My tongue slipped between his teeth, demanding more from him.
With speed I wasn’t ready for, he tore me from the wall, laying me on the damp ground. His lips never leaving mine.
Even if the basic shape remained of a man, the King was gone. The power and weight of his true self filled the space with energy.
Magic licked at my skin, as though I had a dozen people caressing, kissing, and pleasuring me at once. My head tipped back and I moaned, then I ran my legs up the back of his thighs, encircling them tightly around him.
I had experimented a little with drugs, sex, and erotic spells in my life. Nothing. I mean nothing could even come close.
His hands ran down my body, and I practically orgasmed right there.
“I don’t want to hurt you.” He started to lift off me. I knew he was talking about the demon harming me, not the sex.
My legs strangled his hips, keeping him in place.
“You won’t.” I brought my hands to his face, pulling him back, nipping at his bottom lip. “But if you stop, I might hurt you.”
A smirk flicked up his lip, making him resemble a snarling monster.
Yep. I was completely messed up. Because I only found him hotter.
His mouth crashed back into mine, his fingers slipping down to my underpants.
“Don’t rip—”
Too late. Lars shredded them with one tug.
“Thanks. Now I have no pants left.” I smiled against his mouth, my tongue dragging up one of his sharp cuspids.
“Good.” He kissed me again, then went back on his knees. He bent over, biting my inner thigh.
Holy shite. Holy fucking shite.
A thousand magic hands rubbed at my nerve endings, his blistering magic spreading inside my body. I laced my fingers into his hair as he slid his hands under my ass, lifting me to him. I curled back, the wind blowing into the cave slipping over my bare skin.
His tongue slid through me slowly, a guttural noise reverberating from his body into mine, blasting my body with pleasure. His grip tightened on me, moving his mouth in deeper, devouring me.
“Oh. My. Gods!” I screamed
, bliss running up and down every nerve, expanding through my skin, shuttering my muscles with overwhelming sensations. My hips bucked against him, needing him closer, even as his demon spread through my body, our connection webbing us together until I no longer felt the difference between us, only heightening the ecstasy.
A raucous cry wrenched from my throat.
I wasn’t particularly noisy having sex. Or so I thought. Clearly I hadn’t been with the right people to inspire that side of me.
When I thought I couldn’t take any more, he nipped down, using his sharp teeth just enough, and my world exploded into brilliant fragmented light.
I was left floating away, as if I were nothing more than dust.
Very happy dust.
Chapter Thirty-Four
Lars
As her body responded to my mouth with moans, arching to my touch, desire for her consumed me. How could so much life be contained within her petite package? She exuded fierce strength, energy, and light, but also deep darkness, which I was drawn to like a fiend. My demon pawed and clawed to be deeper inside her, to intensify the link between us. It knew what it wanted and nothing was going to dislodge it from her, from wanting to be inside her. Forever. It had known for a long time, just waiting for the man to catch up.
Those few minutes when I thought she was gone cleared out all the nonsense, forcing me to see what was important. I let go of the past and jumped to the here and now. Aisling would be happy for me. She would not want me to wallow in her memory. No more ghosts haunted me. Nothing but desire for the woman below me.
I wanted to taste every inch of her skin, to consume her. I felt as though I had awakened from a coma. As though I’d been starving for years and now I was ravenous, with no end to my hunger. My veins blazed with life under the intensity of my craving.
I let my tongue drag over her again, savoring the taste of her. Fionna shivered, as I moved slowly up, taking my time exploring her body. She had shattered all my rules, and I only wanted more. More of her taste, more of her groans, more of her mouth on mine.
I crawled up between her legs, covering her lips, breathing her in. Her legs curled around me, her hands tugging my face closer, our lips devouring each other. I pulled back to look at her. Her gaze burned into me, her thighs squeezing my hips before she twisted, rolling us over, to perch on top of me. She arched her back, and I stroked the hot skin between her breasts.
Something stirred inside as I looked at her, an emotion I had only held for one other woman. I didn’t let my mind touch it, focusing on how to make her scream again.
“It’s probably a little too late, but you’re safe with me.” The spell from the tree fairies stayed until you went back and un-spelled it. I wanted no illegitimate children out there.
“Me too.” She put her hands by my ears and kissed me.
“Really? You hate fae.” My hands ran up her backside, kneading her plump ass. Druids could not use normal birth control. They were strong enough to hold fae babies. And fae sperm turned human contraception into dust.
“Yeah, but I’m no fool. I know how fertile Druids are…” She tapered off. “And how some fae look at us as breeding vessels.”
“Ah.” The reality of her words sank in. The fear Druid women constantly had to live in. She had done it to prevent pregnancy from rape. Fuck. Druids, fae, humans—it didn’t matter; we all had our monsters.
I brushed loose hair off her face and tucked it behind her ear. She leaned in again, her lips brushing mine. “Now, fuck me like you are trying to break the fairy spell.” She reached back, tugging the band from her hair and let it fall loose down her back.
A roar of desire went straight to my dick. She made a mischievous grin in response and grasped me, directing me inside her. She slowly sat back down, taking me inch by inch.
“My gods.” My nails dug into her ass, my lids crushing together. Seriously, was it the connection that made it feel so different? Sex was sex. Sometimes it felt better than others. Sometimes even incredible. But this was on a new plane. And nothing and no one would be able to compare to how amazing she felt.
Fionna rocked forward, gasping, her head falling back.
“Put me in my place, Druid.” I grunted through my teeth, my hands encouraging her to move faster.
She paused, looking down, her eyes wide. Then a smile spread over her face. She understood. I was giving up power to her, sharing it, letting her do what she wanted. I had never done that. Ever. Even with Aisling, I would not give up control. I was too young and egotistical, thinking it made me weak.
Fionna and time had changed me.
I had found my match.
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We needed to leave. I understood the peril we were in. Nonetheless, I couldn’t seem to actually get myself to move. Fionna rested on my chest, her fingers trailing over my body groggily. My back must be scraped and gouged with pebbles, but I didn’t feel a thing, especially when she twisted around, riding me backward. There wasn’t a position I hadn’t tried in my time, but with her I hit climaxes so ferociously I lost myself.
“I know we should go,” she muttered against my skin, propping her chin up on my ribs.
“Yeah.” I stretched, folding my arms under my head. “We should.”
Neither of us moved.
A wicked smile grew on her mouth. I had always thought of her as attractive. No matter how much I disliked her, I could not ignore her beauty. But I didn’t see how unbelievably breathtaking she was before. I had not yet been privy to the love she kept deep in her heart, reserved for only a few, as well as her strength, independence, and intelligence. She stripped the solid ground out from beneath me, overturning my world.
The bond between us was rooting itself deep. I hadn’t been looking, nor had I wanted a “mate.” But I couldn’t go back now. My demon had decided, wrapped itself around her, claws imbedded, and it wasn’t going to let go. Ever.
And despite her independence I could feel her soul brush against it, and it purred just as loud as my demon.
They were happy. The human parts of us might rear against it later, panicking over the sudden relationship. However, not yet. Her smile widened wickedly before her tongue glided over my chest, her eyes still on me. The simple act inflamed the nerves along my limbs, bringing all of me back to life.
I was already semi-hard, but as her breasts grazed me as she kissed my stomach, I was ready once again. I sucked in air as her tongue slid lower, licking along the inner edge of my thigh.
A groan shook the cave when her warm mouth wrapped around my dick. I dug my knuckles into the dirt. One of her hands wrapped around its base, the other cupped my balls.
“Fuck!” My hips hitched up. My reaction only incited her to go faster, to take more of me. The back of her throat rubbed my tip, forcing noises to huff out of me, my balls tightening. Sweat beaded at my forehead, my fingers finding their way into her hair. “Shit... Fionna.” I could feel my orgasm already burning up my spine. Then she started to hum. The vibration tore more swear words from my mouth. I was about to go over.
“Stop.” I tugged at her head, not wanting to lose this bit of jurisdiction. Especially if she didn’t want that.
She peered up at me. An impish look twinkled her eyes, and she did not back away. If anything, she dived in with more enthusiasm, as though she wanted to rob me of every bit of restraint I had left.
Fuck it. She could have it.
My hips pushed against her as I let her take me over the edge. My head tipped back and a roar pierced the space, not sounding anything like my usual voice. She took all I gave whether I was a demon or king. She might be small, but she was more than my equal. This woman could break me.
Instead of feeling fearful of her grinding my dominance into ruins, it turned me on. I felt free to finally be completely myself. I reached down, tugging her back up, already needing to be inside her. I roughly flipped her onto her back. I was feral and full of uninhabited passion.
Her eyes flashed with desire at my v
iolence and need. I pushed one of her knees over my shoulder and plunged into her. Her lips parted in a gasp, my hips already slamming into her with unrelenting depth.
The woman who had just been in control of me was now lost, gasping and clawing at my skin, screaming for more. Her cries, our slaps of skin, my grunts took over every molecule in the air, making it ours. I had no fear of hurting her as I thrust deeper into her.
I gave.
She took.
Greedily.
My next climax was coming fast, but I would wait for her. Her moans told me she wasn’t far behind. I slid her legs to my waist and drew her to sit up, both of us facing each other, burrowing in even deeper.
“Oh gods! Lars!” She tightened around me, encouraging me to pull the solid ground from her feet as well.
Again and again, I slammed into her so deeply, we both cried out. Her body spasmed and she clutched me.
“Now, Druid,” I demanded. “Fucking come for me.”
Her body responded, seizing around me intensely. I had never felt anything so good in my life.
I exploded inside of her, hot and claiming, bellowing loud, relishing in the feel of her. My mind blanked out for a moment as her nails dug into my back, and she groaned and panted. Another wave crashed into me as her body clenched down on me again, taking us to back to the ground. My muscles were too weak to keep me in a seated position.
We both stayed frozen as we came down, breaths heavy and panting.
“Holy shite, demon,” she whispered, her expression dazed.
“Second it, Druid.” I placed my elbows on either side of her face, kissing the tip of her nose, not ready to leave her body.
She inhaled deeply, but instead of slowly relaxing, her body went rigid, her eyes glazing over. It was the same vacant look I remember seeing in Prague, when she was having a vision.
“Fionna?” I clasped her face.
Her mouth parted to speak, panic creasing her face.
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