Fisting my dick, I pump my fist up and down, smearing what’s left of our cum all over it. “You’re hungry for it, baby?”
She bites into that thick bottom lip. “Jesus, Ianthen.”
I bend just enough to rub my tip along her seeking lips, but not close enough to let her suck me in. “You want my cum dripping down your throat like my blood?” Hearing myself saying the words sends a shiver through me and I watch as a drop of precum hits her lips.
“Uh huh.” Her frantic nod is so fucking cute. “I wish I could have you inside my pussy and my mouth at the same time.”
My dirty talking female. “Gods, I fucking love you.” Fisting her hair, I slide my dick into her mouth, forcing her to take me to the base. Fire-hot sensation races up my spine, a bolt of it hitting me right in the balls. One look at her lips stretched wide to take my girth, and I’m ready to come so fucking hard for her again.
Soleria hums, her small, wicked tongue slithering along my length as she hollows her cheeks.
“Shit, baby. The way my dick looks in your mouth.” With a tight fist, I hold her steady, giving her soft thrusts at first. The tip of my cock hits the back of her throat. I feel it squeeze on her next suck. “Ah, fuck. Just like that. It feels so good you’re making me lightheaded, baby. I’m about to come already.” There’s no such thing as lasting with her. A few strokes of her pussy or mouth and I’m fucking done for.
Sol moans as I ease back until only my tip is being hugged by those luscious lips. Undeterred, she tongues the nearly purple head like it’s her lollipop to play with. Her appreciative whimper fires me up even higher.
Without giving her pause, I thrust back in, using every ounce of strength left in my body. My hoarse shout as I come is nothing compared to the sound of her swallowing me down.
It’s a motherfucking juggernaut of pure pleasure, the likes of which I never felt with any of the females I fucked throughout my interminable life. It’s so good I can’t stop fucking her beautiful face, even as she rips a third orgasm from me, her hips thrusting off the bed as she lets me come in her throat.
A last, thunder-strong shudder nearly sends me flying off the bed. Unsteady, I press my thumb against her jaw, forcing her to relinquish that perfect suck.
Her displeased, feminine grunt makes me laugh breathlessly, and my monstrous incisors cut the inside of my lip. “Next one’s in your pussy, baby.” I tilt my head on purpose and her eyes fly to my mating mark. “You’re going to let me drink you up as I give you my cum.”
Beautiful eyes roll upwards, almost getting lost in the back of her head, leaving only the blacks of her eyes visible.
“And I want my fingers deep in your beautiful ass as I pound you.”
She tenses from head to toe, pulling at the bindings. “What?”
I’m already between her legs, smearing what’s leaking out of her on my tip.
“I—baby. Just wait I haven’t—Unh!”
I chuckle around her nipple, using my tongue to play with her piercing. “Had someone in there before? Fuck.” Unease slithers beneath the surface of my skin—the werewolf in me, bonded yet still wary at how difficult it is to control my fangs.
To stop myself from sliding them deep in her plump tit. I release it before that utterly vampiric hunger finishes taking over.
I want my first bite of her to be in her neck. Nowhere else. “That only makes me want it more, baby girl.” Sliding a forearm under her thigh, I spread her even more. She’s liquid for me and, somehow, at the same time rigid, her body giving in to me as it strains to get my cock back in her.
Slamming my lips against hers, I oblige. We scream into each other’s mouths with that first return thrust. Her swollen clit kisses my groin, making her pulse in the most delicious way. “Mmhm, baby. That’s it. Take me just like that.”
“Fuck, baby. Fuck me. Deep. Fucking hell, I love it.”
I ram her even harder. “Tell me you love me.” One hand slides beneath her, fingers spread around my penetrating length and her stretched-tight pussy. Once they’re nice and slick, I move back towards her ass, giving the tight opening a few circular passes of my finger.
She seizes around my cock, mumbling nonsensically.
I slide my other hand into her hair and twist her head to the side, baring the column of her neck. “I can feel it, baby. The way your pussy sucks me in. How greedy you are. Say it for me. Tell me you fucking love me.”
Her eyelids flutter.
Taking advantage of her distraction, I slide both my wet fingers inside the tightest hole I’ve ever felt.
Her shocked cry melts almost instantly into a long, languid groan.
Freaking hell. I can feel my erection filling that pussy up through the thin barrier separating her ass. It’s so tight I can’t even thrust my fingers—not if I plan on keeping it up with my cock.
As if anything could stop me now. “Now, Sol.”
“About to . . . fuck.”
Not the response I’m looking for.
Curling over her, I run my bared fangs up the side of her neck.
“Iannn. Oh . . . yes. Yes. Right there. I’m going to come. Bite me, baby. Bite me.”
I tug her face back towards mine. “Say it. Admit you love me.” We share a hot, wet kiss, tongues dueling. “I’ll come in you and bite you so hard.”
“Ian.” Her sad whisper breaks halfway through with my next thrust.
She doesn’t understand; she’s fucking giving me this.
I’m one shiver away from exploding, but I take her mouth in a softer kiss. “Say it, baby. You know I love you. I. Fucking. Love. You. Just admit you feel the same.”
“You know I do.” A breath so low I wouldn’t have heard it if it wasn’t for my advanced hearing.
That earns her a thrust hard enough to make the bed bend inwards once more. “Then fucking say it.”
“I love you, okay?! I fucking love—OH GOD!”
Jaw unhinging, a snake-like hiss breaking past my lips, I all but slam my teeth against her neck.
They slide in with surgical precision, unleashing the most sinister, mind-warping taste imaginable. She’s power and weakness rolled into one. Sex and death. It feels like a part of my Hyren side crumbles, forever warped beyond repair. The blood thirst becomes everything that matters. Taking more gulps of her. Feeling that hammering, scalding, sex-infused taste sliding over my tongue.
The taste of her is mind melting. I’ll never be the same after this.
With lightning-speed, we barrel head first into combustion, the shared orgasm detonating in every cell of our bodies.
I feel it.
Taste it.
Fucking drown in it.
I fuck her with rough, sublime thrusts, high on the fact her blood is in me and my cum is in her. High on the thought of her swollen with my children, of them growing inside her.
I’m drained in seconds—or is it hours?—as my body melts on hers and hers melts below mine.
I have only enough time to dematerialize Gleipner, freeing her limbs, before the darkness takes me under.
The last sound I hear is her shuddering breaths as she lets me curl around her. “Love you,” is all I’m able to ground out. Then, the darkness takes me under, the relief of finally having her to myself lulling me as powerfully as the presence of her blood coursing through my veins.
Chapter 48
The next day
SOLERIA
I ’m not mated to him. Yet the tightness in my chest begs to differ. Just yesterday, he brutalized my kingdom, proving his dominance over all.
Proving his dominance over me, its queen.
Most of all, he ripped that confession out of me, forcing me to admit aloud how much I love him.
Forcing me to face how much I need him.
But there’s no mating mark. No symptoms. Why is that breaking my heart when sleeping with him again reminded me of what he tried to do with Talila?
Because not being mated to him means his death.
A fres
h round of tears. Great. My coronation is finally set to start in less than an hour, yet the woman staring back at me in the mirror is devastated beyond repair.
God, I’m not even a “woman” anymore, am I? I’m an immortal. A goddess. In other words, a female. No longer a human woman.
Too fast, my mind whimpers. It all happened too fast, all of it, and I fooled myself into thinking I could handle these life changes with willpower alone.
The demon markings along my cheeks and down my neck are paler from my grief. My eyes are back to normal, human-looking. I’ve learned they only switch to their Erencei/Vy’shi shade when I’m worked up.
When my powers are rising.
I feel so dead inside even the voice of Conquest has gone missing. As if it’s had enough of my pitiful state and decided to go into hibernation.
Not sure if that’s a good thing or not.
Wiping at my cheeks, I sit at this vanity, in full empress-regalia—a dark red dress, similar to the ones I’ve been wearing lately, with the V adorned by bright gold jewels—while facially I look like nothing but pure shit.
How am I going to face a kingdom in mourning due to my stupid decisions?
So many died because I was too stubborn to choose Ianthen before that hellish heat hit me. Before it drove almost every unmated male in this realm to slaughter their competition.
How do I face my subjects knowing that?
When even now, for all I know, I could be pregnant with the victor’s—the love of my life’s—child.
Yes. I’ve admitted it. Even if I’m not mated to him, that’s exactly what Ian is.
What he’ll always be.
There’ll never be anyone I’ll love as much as I love him. Don’t care what the Fates might want, or what the R’mannev rules dictate.
It’s him for me and I don’t know how to forgive him.
Even if I do, even if I’m with him, if my body doesn’t mate to him, he’ll be dead soon.
The crystal surface of the vanity comes to life in pulsating red waves, right before a small slot opens and a tablet-sized screen rises.
Halamar’s face appears.
I’m so wrecked I can’t even will a Gnetica around me to hide how horrid I look. Hence my worry about facing the kingdom.
“My queen.” Slamming one fist against his armored chest, he bows formerly. “I am very sorry to interrupt you, but we have an encrypted communication coming through for you.”
“From who?” I ask, wiping the last of my tears from my cheeks.
“It doesn’t say. Simply has a message attached that states, ‘I told her she’d move mountains with that will alone. Now get her on the damned line’.”
Oh . . . my . . . Nylicia?
“Put it through!” I demand, getting closer to the screen.
A second unnecessary bow and his visage disappears. In its place is now a set of commands in the glyph-like Erencei language.
I spot one of the few I’ve learned, the command for play, and press it with a trembling finger.
Static comes through immediately.
Then, that now achingly familiar voice. “Well, hello your highness.”
“Jesus Christ, Nylicia! It’s really you!”
Some more static. What sounds like some wind. “How’s the new position treating you, oh great Queen? Not that I haven’t seen for myself, but curious on your thoughts.”
“Never mind that! We’re all going crazy wondering where you are! There’s like five different groups out searching for you!”
“I know.” She sighs. “I’ve taken to playing ‘Paparazzi’ as I walk around. Seems like the most fitting theme song for my life right now. Always knew you all wouldn’t survive a day without me. All the bitching and all the complaining, and look at how you need me. Pass that message along, by the way.”
That now familiar frustration hums in my veins—and yes, I’m so fucking glad it’s there. If anyone could use some guidance at this moment, it’s me. “Nylicia, where are you?”
“I’m free, Sol. I’m finally fucking free.”
I have no clue what she means by that, but the emotion behind the statement makes goosebumps rise. “What do you mean ‘free’?”
“Nevermind that. You’re more important. Tell me, have you gone to see Vedlyl yet to confirm if you’re preggers?”
The reminder that I might be—that it’s going to be Ianthen’s child—makes me fucking giddy.
Even as I fight to overcome another round of stress-induced chills. “Tell me how to save him,” I rush out before I can think twice about it. “He’s mated to me. Tell me how to help him survive the Fieren.”
“Even after what he did, you still want him.”
“He’s the father of my child!” I shout. “And I love that dumbass even though he’s a moron. I can’t let him die.”
“Even though you don’t know how to forgive him and be with him.”
In the reflection, I catch how anxiously I’m staring at the tablet, although it’s just her voice coming through and not her face. “I might not know how to be with him, but that doesn’t mean I want him dead!” Sure, in my cattiness, I convinced myself I wouldn’t care if he died, but that changed hours ago.
And that was before yesterday. Before the possibility of me carrying his child became a reality.
“You’re a bigger female than I am, then,” Nylicia replies lightly.
Wait a minute . . . “You said you’re finally free. Could this have to do with the rumor going around? Everyone says you’re suffering from . . . a Fieren.”
“Bunch of gossiping little bitches,” she mumbles by way of confirmation. A loud horn punctuates her comment.
“Are you on fucking Earth?” I cry, even as the oddness of me asking that question hits me. Sometimes it’s easy to forget I’m on an entirely different planet on an entirely different plane.
When I’m not looking out a window, that is.
“Doesn’t matter where I am. Just listen to me. If you want to save him—”
“I need to forgive him, right?” I whisper under my breath.
“Hmmm . . . that might have something to do with it but it’s not exactly what I saw. Remember that willpower of yours I told you about?”
“Yes . . .”
“Well, Conquest, you’re the first being in history to hold back an R’mannev by willpower alone, even though you aren’t fully aware of it.”
“What does that even mean?”
“It means that if you want him, you simply have to decide to have him. Rock that coronation, girl. Hate that I can’t be there, but I expect lots and lots of pics. If you’ll excuse me, I have some loose ends to tie up and a long-discarded R’mann hot on my trail. Well, he discarded me, but I’m sure you catch my drift. See you on the other side, Sol! Oh, and get to that coronation, female. You were right the first time around. You can handle this by willpower alone. Chin up lest they see the weight of that crown.”
“What—wait—” But she’s gone, the connection silenced.
Bitch!
Just as I’m gearing up to command Halamar to track that signal, the first part of what she said finally sinks in. “It means that if you want him, you simply have to decide to have him.”
My shocked reflection stares back at me. It can’t be that easy, can it? And what if it is? “Chin up lest they see the weight of that crown.” Even as it feels like there’s a hole in my chest and my heart is slowly spilling out.
One of my eyebrows slowly curls. Well, why the fuck not? I’ve never been one to let the world see me break.
I’m sure as hell not letting them see me break now that I’m their queen.
A smile tugs at the corner of my lips, yet the bite of bitterness behind it isn’t lost on me.
I wanted parts of human Soleria dead; I’ve gotten my wish.
Staring into the mirror, I see the whites flood with black. The markings on my body darken in a rush. As if someone else is coming over me, I see myself transform from the frail, griev
ing female to the queen these beings have come to know.
Into the goddess they seem to revere.
Nylicia’s right. My fucking guts might feel like they’re falling out of me, but that doesn’t mean I have to let them see it.
Especially while they finish handing me this kingdom.
The throne hall beyond that fifty-foot archway must have multiplied in size. Why else does it look twice as huge, even while packed to the rim with demons? They barricade both sides of the dark gray hall, framing the red runner stretching a hundred-feet long.
The material is odd. Off. Unlike anything I’ve ever seen on Earth, yet I can’t stop looking at that raised platform awaiting me at the end of the hall.
Or what’s on top of it.
The runner ends at the steps that lead up to the matching, god-like throne. Lights pulsate beneath the dark red stone, making it seem alive.
Halamar stands next to it, in a version of Phoenix armor that I’ve never seen him in before. A black cape falls from his shoulders, brushing his thick boots. In his hands is a small, glowing orb that pulsates with red-and-gold.
The royal colors of the war Erencei.
Out of my peripheral, I can see Ianthen, Crius, Hades, Zex, Cyake, and Dyletri standing off to the side of the platform, in the shadows. They’re also in their armors, but they remain out of the spotlight in obvious respect for me.
He’s going to be there as I’m crowned. Less than twenty-feet away.
Ian’s staring at me. My chest trembles and it takes all my strength to keep my eyes fixed ahead.
“Ready?”
I nearly flinch at the sound of Ismini coming up next to me. My fingers twitch with the need to curl them into a fist, but I refuse to let my body react.
What the fuck was I thinking? How the hell am I, an ex-human, restaurant-owning witch of all things supposed to be a queen to these beings?
Their eyes are all on me, solemn . . . hopeful?
I’m the reason so many of them lost their loved ones. Something that would make me nothing but a villain back on Earth.
To these war-worshipping creatures, the death of their family members and friends isn’t simply a tragedy.
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