The Fallen Queen: (Gods & Monsters Book 2) (The Gods & Monsters Trilogy)

by Janie Marie

  Before she could even blink, he had her tossed over his shoulder and was marching in the direction that would take them to his room.

  Gawain’s laugh touched her ears. “David, are you all right?”

  “Jane is tired,” he said, not turning or slowing down.

  “Aw, hell, David,” Gareth yelled out. “Don’t break her before we leave. She’s our best fighter.”

  David growled out something in a language she didn’t understand, but the knights clearly did as they all roared with laughter.

  Hanging upside down, she pushed herself to see the others and moved her hair out of her face. The heat burning her cheeks was enough to make her sweat, but she was completely happy to see the smiles from her fellow knights. “Night, boys.” She waved, yelping when David smacked her ass.

  “Night, Jane,” the knights said before howling like wolves while their wives scolded them.

  Jane could only giggle. She knew they were poking fun at them for the comments she’d made about alpha werewolves.

  When she caught sight of Apollo, Hades, and Artemis, she smiled wider and waved. “Good night, my Greeks!”

  Gawain and Gareth laughed louder as Apollo chuckled and walked over to them, leaving a very irritated Artemis with an amused but frustrated God of the Underworld.

  David stood at the foot of his bed, staring at Jane. She was asleep. No, actually, she wasn’t sleeping. He’d watched her for only a few seconds before figuring out she was faking it. The question running through his head was ‘why?’

  After he’d carried her to their room, she had wiggled out of his grip and then bolted to his bath suite. He’d been too stunned and consumed with his need to have her under him that he stood still for a solid minute before he knocked on the door to find out what was wrong.

  “I had to pee,” she had said. She sounded frantic, but she didn’t sound scared. “I’ll be out soon.”

  The sudden turn of events had awoken him from his overwhelming desire to have her, and reminded him now wasn’t the time. Clearly, she was realizing that as well, and she was probably panicking about being more intimate with him, which was exactly what he didn’t want. She needed to learn how to be loved properly, and he was more than willing to be the one to slowly show her.

  It thrilled him to have the opportunity to be the one to experience this with Jane, but he was sad for her because she really didn’t know physical love. He remembered she’d never had an orgasm before, and she hadn’t even experienced the one he’d given her; her entity had.

  So, now he needed to figure out how to see the difference. He was terrified she’d feel like he was using her body. While her hormones were screaming for him, she was obviously nervous about doing more with him. He was fine with waiting; he hadn’t planned on pushing her, but she’d gotten him worked up downstairs. He knew she wanted more than his kiss, though. His Jane was a sensual creature whether she knew it or not. She had an inner vixen, clawing to reach him, but she wasn’t quite ready for all of him. Not to mention, she was seeing things—questioning her reality, and he wanted to keep her there with him. That meant he needed to reassure her he was real, and that he truly wanted to be with her.

  David’s eyes fell to the small of her back. She had changed into one of his shirts after going into his bath suite. He could have tossed her on the bed after seeing her in it, but when he saw her nervously avoiding his gaze, he decided to back off. So, he’d excused himself to the bath suite as well.

  Now, roughly ten minutes later, she was faking that she was asleep.

  He glanced up at her face and smiled. She was trying really hard to look natural, but her cheeks were flushed. They all had enhanced eyesight, but she didn’t realize just how well he saw in the dark.

  He debated what to do. She’d fallen asleep last night in the bath, and he’d carried her to bed without bothering her. However, tonight was their last night in the castle. He wanted to remember it, and he wanted her to be relaxed before they left for their mission.

  Again, he stared at the exposed skin of her lower back. The shirt had ridden up just enough to tease him, but she’d kept everything below her waist covered by the sheets. That was another thing that stood out about this image of her sleeping; she liked to cover all the way up. Many times she’d been tangled in blankets unless she was asleep on him. So, this almost seemed a deliberate show.

  He watched her bite her lip, and he grinned. She was doing this on purpose. Either she wanted to tease him, or she was nervous and wanted him to make the first move.

  David pulled his shirt off and tossed it on the floor before removing his pants, leaving him in only his boxer-briefs. Her pulse was humming in his ears now, and he took great care not to laugh as he got into bed with her.

  She tensed as he got closer, and he leaned over to watch her squirm. Her scent changed, and he inhaled deeply. She was aroused.

  The sweet smell urged him to be more aggressive, but he took a calming breath and reminded himself what she’d been through lately. He wanted more with her, but he didn’t want to overwhelm her. The issue was not backing down, though. Jane needed to see she was desired, and he had to put himself out there. If she said no, he would give her more time.

  So, with that thought, he leaned down and kissed the small of her back. It was a faint kiss, barely a caress of his lips, but she moaned loudly before shutting up.

  He grinned and moved his lips a little, kissing her again as he lightly placed one hand at the top of the blanket, pulling it down just an inch to kiss her a little lower.

  Her body curled toward him like a cat, offering him her backside in a very primal way. Although she was still covered, he almost purred at the invitation. It wasn’t right to take it yet, but he wanted to test her a bit more—give her one more chance to stop this charade and experience this last night with him.

  Squeezing her hip gently, he then slid his hand under the blanket. He had thought his hand would meet the boxers of his that she usually wore, but it didn’t.

  He froze and then slowly lifted the blanket to see what he had not been expecting. My girlfriend is pure evil, he thought, feeling his fangs extend.

  He nearly lost his mind at the sight of the navy blue pair of panties with small white bows on the edge of her ass cheeks. Like a damned present.

  He glanced at her face. She was biting her lip harder, but she continued with her act that she was asleep. The faint smile she was trying to hide gave her away, though. He grinned before carefully pushing her shirt up a little more. It allowed him access to the dip in her waist. For so long he had ached to run his hands over it, and now she was his to touch.

  Jane might not feel confident with her figure, but he loved her body. She didn’t have the muscle tone most immortal women had, and although she was petite, she wasn’t overly skinny, which he liked a lot. She was soft and feminine, like an hourglass. He hadn’t missed the faint scars along her stomach, and he knew Jane was bothered by them. He wasn’t. He tried to prove that by kissing one of the more visible scars, smiling against her skin when she whimpered.

  David leaned away as he trailed his fingertips along her back, smiling again when her skin prickled.

  He slid his hand down the dip in her waist before sliding back over her hip and down her thigh. “Baby,” he murmured, kissing the skin right above her panty line.

  “What?” Her breathy voice made him smile.

  “Why are you teasing me?”

  She shivered but didn’t move any more than that. “I’m not.”

  “Hm.” He kissed her spine and slid his hand over her ass. “So, this”—he squeezed her butt cheek—“is not a cruel method of torture for me?”

  Her breath shook. “I forgot.”

  David chuckled, sliding his lips up her spine. He pushed her shirt up until he realized she was also not wearing a bra. “And this?” He kissed her back where he knew her bra normally clasped together. “You forgot to wear your bra as well?”

  “Well, girls usually don�
��t wear them to bed.”

  He grinned and kissed her trembling body. “Why are you nervous, baby?”

  “I’m not.”

  David slid his hand up her back, kissing her in the same spot her bra would be. “You’re shaking and pretending to be asleep.”

  “I wasn’t faking.”

  “I could see you blushing in the dark, my love.” He rubbed his hand back down, loving the curve of her spine. After slowly dragging his hand up the arch of her hip, he settled it there and spoke again. “I will not make love to you tonight, Jane.”

  “Oh,” she whispered, her body relaxing slightly.

  “Is that what worried you?”

  She was quiet for a few seconds. “I’m afraid you won’t like being with me.”

  Kissing her spine until he reached her shirt, he shifted her hair out of his way and kissed the back of her neck. “Every moment I have spent with you has been the best experience of my life, Jane. I have no doubt in my mind that when we take that step, I will be a very satisfied man. And I promise, the intimacies we have already shared together are better than any experience I have had with another woman.”

  “Really?”

  “Really.” He kissed the back of her neck again. “You have nothing to worry about.” He caressed her side before gliding his fingers down her spine again. This time, though, he teased the edge of her panties, barely slipping the tips of his fingers under the band. “Do you wish to sleep on our last night here, or may I continue playing with the present you have left out for me?” He tugged one of the bows on her panties.

  She finally giggled and peeked over her shoulder. “These are my favorite panties. I was so happy they made it here.”

  “Not the strappy ones?” He chuckled at the sight of her wide eyes.

  “I don’t wear thongs very often.”

  “No?” He lowered his lips and kissed the small of her back, grinning when she moaned softly. “I thought women used lacy lingerie to seduce men.”

  “I’m a cotton panties girl, and I don’t know how to seduce a man.”

  He chuckled and kissed one of the bows before tugging it with his teeth. “They are just for show, Jane.”

  She laughed and covered her face. “I know! They’re not lingerie. I wasn’t thinking.”

  He bit the bow again but tugged it so it would slide down a bit. “Relax,” he said, holding her panties in place, just over the swell of her ass. “There’s my dimple.” He leaned down and kissed the single dimple she had at the top of her ass.

  “David!” She tried to roll away, but he held her still. “Oh, my . . . Don’t look at it.”

  “Why?” He flicked his tongue over it. “I have had daydreams about this dimple since the night I checked your panty size.”

  She covered her face. “You have not daydreamed about it! I don’t even have two like most people do. I’m uneven.”

  “You’re my Jane.” He kissed her dimple again. “I love all of you.”

  “God, you’re so perfect,” she muttered, moaning when he licked along her spine to the middle of her back.

  “I’m perfect for you, Jane . . . I was made for you.” He put his hand on her side and started to slide it across her stomach, and she tensed up a great deal. “Do you trust me?”

  “Ye-s.”

  Kissing her back, he slid his hand across her stomach. “I feel my angel under my hands . . . I see my goddess.” He rolled her onto her back, but he stayed on his side, next to her. He watched her nervously avoid looking at him as she tried to tug her shirt down. “Look at me.”

  “David, please.”

  He shook his head and leaned over her stomach. “My beautiful girl.” He kissed each scar left from her pregnancy, smiling when she eventually sighed.

  “I’m not grossing you out?” Her voice cracked.

  He kissed the most visible scar deeply and listened to her let out a soft sob as she covered his head with her hands.

  “You are the woman I love, Jane. I love every inch of you. Your scars are slightly more dear to me because they each represent something you’ve experienced or lived through.” He turned his lips to kiss her palm and then kissed a path up the middle of her stomach, grinning when her teary eyes met his. “Do you something me?”

  She nodded, her lips trembling as she cupped his face. “I something you.”

  “No crying.” He softly kissed her lips before flicking his tongue to taste them.

  Jane gasped, resting her shaking hands on his shoulders. “I’m just happy.”

  He nudged her legs apart with his knee. “I’m happy, too.” Kissing her again, he balanced his weight on one forearm and rubbed her thigh.

  Jane began kissing him harder, so he returned her sudden fierceness, gripping her thigh tightly before sliding his hand down to her ass.

  She moaned, panting before he pushed his tongue in her mouth.

  David squeezed her butt cheek and lifted her slightly, grinning against her mouth when she moaned louder.

  “Oh, God, David.” She gasped when he dropped his mouth to her neck and sucked.

  His fangs extended, and he carefully bit into her skin, sucking her sweet blood for the first time since his recovery.

  She cried out his name, pulling his hair as she rolled her hips against him. “David . . . More.”

  Withdrawing his fangs, he still sucked her wound until the skin sealed together, and he growled because he craved more of her blood. No, he craved Jane.

  He searched her face, smiling when she used her legs to draw him closer. “Tell me if you need to feed before the night is over, okay?”

  She bobbed her head quickly and then pulled his face back to hers, kissing him roughly. He pressed his body onto her more, growling instinctually at her dominant display. She didn’t back down like he expected. Instead, she tugged his hair and growled back.

  He chuckled before nipping her lip. It excited him to see her rise up against him, few ever did, but he knew he’d have to be the one controlling the night. Jane was all or nothing. She needed him to be the level-headed one, even if he wanted to lose himself with her. So, that meant he needed to show her he was in charge right now.

  Sucking her lip, he put more of his weight on her. She opened her eyes, glaring at him as she tried to lift her hips again. He knew she was using his damn thigh to rub herself.

  “Control yourself,” he said, letting go of her lip. He dodged as she snapped her teeth at his face. Her monster was showing itself, and it wanted him.

  David bared his fangs, making her retreat. “You have to learn how to control this side of yourself.”

  Her fire wasn’t quite put out, and she lifted her head, trying to put her lips back on his.

  He kissed her but moved back, smirking when she hissed. “Easy, kitty . . . I will please you if you’re a good girl.”

  Her gaze settled on his lips, and he leaned down to kiss her again, lifting some of his weight off her. He kept this kiss slow.

  She whimpered and lifted her hips in a begging gesture. David decided right then he was going to leave her sated tonight, even if it killed him.

  With a sweeter kiss, he then moved his mouth to her ear. “There’s my girl. Do you still want more?”

  “Yes.” She arched her body up.

  David sucked her earlobe before kissing her neck, murmuring, “How much more?”

  Jane turned her face toward his, and he met her with a kiss, smiling because she looked more in control. “A lot more. I want a new memory before we leave. A memory of us . . . Because this time it’s really you and not him.”

  He kissed her lips hard as his own mind battled with him. He wanted to erase the memory of Jason from her mind, but he’d never be able to do that. All he could do was make the memory of him more powerful than the ones she already had.

  She whimpered and held his face as she kissed him back. “Please touch me. I want your hands, not theirs.”

  This time, David responded with actions. He pressed his lips to hers once mor
e before kissing across her cheek. He made a trail down her neck and slid one hand under her shirt. Her breast filled his hand, and he squeezed, smiling at the sound of her gasp.

  She was breathing faster, but she wasn’t showing any distress, so he squeezed harder and lowered his head. He kissed her stomach, looking up at her nervous face, and then pushed her shirt higher. He’d seen her naked before, but this was different. She wasn’t injured, and she was his.

  Her body trembled as he took her in. He cupped her breast that he’d squeezed earlier and slid his thumb over her nipple.

  She bucked her hips, moaning as she covered her face quickly.

  David pulled her hand down and kissed the inside of her wrist before holding it to the side of his face. “You pull me away if it’s too much.”

  She took a shuddering breath and nodded, so he massaged her breast again, this time lowering his mouth.

  When he licked up the swell of her breast, she arched her body, gasping, “Oh, God.”

  He chuckled and flicked his tongue over her nipple. “Not God, baby.” Grinning when she looked down at him, he then closed his mouth and sucked. She tasted like candy. All he could think was red, she tasted like a red candy, but he didn’t know which one. Releasing her, he licked again, adding, “I’m just your David.”

  She whined and threw her head back when he continued his assault, moving between her two breasts as she desperately tried to lift her hips.

  David moved back up and kissed her lips. She was panting, constantly trying to kiss him harder.

  “You taste like candy.” He sucked her lip and kissed her again.

  “You taste like you.” She let out a nervous laugh, making him smile.

  “That’s very descriptive.” He kissed her cute chin and then lifted her shirt completely off.

  “David,” she whispered, trying to cover herself.

  “Shh . . .” He kissed her until he knew she needed to breathe and lowered his mouth back to her breasts.

  She gasped and bucked, growing needier.

  “More?” he asked, starting a path down her stomach.

  Her body tensed, so he settled his forearms on each side of her and licked her stomach, waiting.