Chapter Twenty-Three
FORMERLY, MALACHI HAD THOUGHT HE LOVED WAKING up to any beautiful female with her lush lips around his cock.
But the experience of having some random female doing it versus having Kadeesha rouse him by sucking him off was incomparable.
The fact that he hadn’t shot awake at the rustling of bedsheets as her body slid down his but dragged alert slowly, reveling in rapture while lingering in a sleep-fogged state, was a testament to how much he was coming to be comfortable with her in his inner sanctum, in his private spaces.
Which was truly foolish given the fact that she’d made it plain she intended to try and kill him when they no longer shared a common enemy rather than bowing to him as Nimani’s sole monarch.
But, honestly, in this moment when her succulent lips had his cock in a viselike grip as she took the entire length of him in and let his head hit against the back of her throat while gagging around his cock and making a pretty mess of herself and him—he would’ve given her his damn throne if she asked for it right then and there.
Alarm bells rang, because such musings weren’t him at all.
Then, Kadeesha’s tongue swirled around the base of his dick, licked the top of his balls, and her teeth lightly scraped his shaft behind it—any innate warning emptied out of his head.
His hand tightened in her hair, fisting several of her long braids.
Kadeesha’s eyes were on him, a swagger about her that said she was precisely seeking out this reaction and she thought she’d won some tussle that Malachi’s mind hadn’t come awake enough yet to know they were playing at.
He was fully awake now. And more than game.
He tightened his hold on her hair, locked eyes with her.
“If you’re going to do this shit, do it right, Princess.
Don’t just gag on my dick; choke on it,” he rumbled.
He pumped into her mouth. Keeping a tight grip on her hair, he flipped them so she lay on the bed beneath him and he could fuck her gorgeous mouth properly.
“Open wider for me,” he demanded, and she complied.
She ran her hand up his chest as he sank deeper into her mouth.
He allowed himself to savor the feel of her warm touch for only a moment before snatching her hand away and pinning both of her wrists to the bed, one of his hands locking around them like manacles.
“If you were trying to keep control of this, that isn’t occurring, love,” he told her with slow thrusts.
Her mouth was too full to smile, but she did it anyways, taunting him with the wicked gleam in her eyes.
She sucked him down in the same slow rhythm he hit the back of her throat with, making him feel it through his whole being—body and soul.
Watching himself disappear between her lips as he ravished her mouth and she moaned around his cock made something inside him snap.
He forgot to keep her restrained, locked a hand around her throat as her nails dug into his ass, ordering him closer and deeper.
He obliged the Aether princess, gave her what she wanted.
Gave himself what he wanted too. He picked up speed, thrust into her sinfully tempting mouth hard and fast as she gagged and choked and moaned around his cock.
He eased the pressure on her neck when her blinks slowed, unsure if the sluggishness was from being lost to rapture or the restricted supply of oxygen.
He drew gentle circles where his thumb had formerly dug into her flesh, lightly massaging the delicate skin as she tried to suck his soul from his body.
This fucking female. She isn’t merely a fae.
She is a siren. An enchantress. Perhaps an entrancing Celestial.
She had to be something more than mere fae, because he finally had to admit what he’d been denying since sinking into her heat at Oleander House—he was utterly, unquestionably, irrevocably enthralled.
Someone could barge into his rooms and have a sword poised to take his head, yet he wouldn’t have the will or desire to withdraw from her mouth, to sever the way she was deep-throating him, even to save his own life.
Waves of pleasure built inside him, his release coming on swiftly and furiously as he continued to relentlessly fuck her mouth.
“I would ask you where you want it, but I like the idea of you not getting a choice today,” he told Kadeesha, his voice a dark, merciless promise.
“I like the idea of coming wherever I want to and you greedily letting me, begging me to do so.” Lust shined clear in her eyes, telling Malachi she got off on the thought as much as he did.
He roared, his balls tightening in response.
He slowed his pace a bit because he wasn’t ready for this to end just yet.
He stroked Kadeesha’s neck, lightly applied pressure again.
“I realize your mouth is full at the moment, but you can still, obviously, produce sound, Princess. So, let me hear it. Beg.”
He reached between her legs, pinched her sensitive clit.
Her hips bucked off the bed. She cried out.
“Please,” she managed to squeeze out in a lovely, garbled mess between one thrust that left Malachi shuddering when he hit the back of her throat and another.
“Iwannatasteyou,” she got out between another round.
It did him in. He gave her what she wanted.
What his cock throbbed to do. Her hands tightened around his base and she swallowed every last drop of him down, still sucking him off as she did.
How she managed to do both at once was beyond Malachi.
But he loved that skill, and needed her to repeat it. Many, many times.
The musing stayed with him as he settled his bulk between her thighs, kissed her, caught her tongue between his teeth and then sucked on it the same way he’d do to her clit, drawing a moan out of her and making her rub against him.
He sank into her slowly, dragging this brand of torment out for them both, feeding her an inch at a time, gaze penetrating and locked on hers.
I see you. All of you. Your wants. Your needs.
Your desires. What you love. What you despise.
The dark shit and your scruples, and I want all of you.
The wordless decree he knew he communicated with his eyes should’ve been like plunging his hand into fire.
It should’ve had him jerking out of her, no matter how good her heat felt wrapped around him, and had him kicking her out of his rooms. It should’ve had him ending their bargain and cutting her loose to return to her own court.
Instead, as he withdrew from her, grinned at her whimper, and then fed her his cock just as slowly again, thinking about her leaving made him want to chain her to his bed and never allow her to venture beyond his domain.
He’d never been a territorial male before; possessiveness toward a lover wasn’t his operating mode.
In fact, he and Trystin, or Jakobi, or Dedrick, sometimes shared.
But the thought of anyone else touching her made him feral.
And the princess clearly liked to be thoroughly fucked.
The thought of her fulfilling that need with anyone else when their bargain was over drove him to a frenzy.
Although, not in a manner to where he picked up the pace with which he thrust into her.
It was hard and rough as she liked it, but he kept his strokes slow, making sure she felt every inch of him sliding against her walls and filling her each time, making sure he felt every moment of her squeezing him.
Celestials be damned, she was a perfect fucking fit.
There were few spoken words this time, just him telling Kadeesha how things between them were about to go from this point forward with his unwavering stare and with the way he hit that spot over and over again that made her cry out his name, made her start to sputter incoherently and sob, made her know, unequivocally, that there was nobody else in existence who would make her voice hit such a pitch, or make her body tremble so violently, or make her come so hard she ascended into the fucking stars.
Or come just as violently right along with her, in perfect sync with her, their guttural moans entwined together.
This time he didn’t consciously let void magic engulf them.
Nor did he think Kadeesha consciously did so with her aether.
Yet their magic tangled in ribbons of black and purple all around their joined bodies and suffused the entire room in striations of light and dark, flames and shadows.
Another thing he didn’t think about doing, only acting on instinct, driven to frenzy by pleasure, was biting down on her neck as he emptied himself inside her while she came on his cock.
It was at the juncture where the sensitive, easily shreddable flesh met her collarbone.
His canines lengthened and sank into the flesh.
His mouth filled with the coppery yet sweet, heady tang of her blood.
While he pulled at the artery, lost to blind, all-consuming lust and a need to claim this female and possess her inside and out, he felt a sting at the base of his own throat a second before the burn of his flesh shredding.
Then, he was hit with the absolute euphoria of Kadeesha’s lengthened canines sinking into his throat while his were still lodged in hers.
Later, he’d be appropriately alarmed at how massively he’d fucked up.
How he’d done the one thing he’d vowed years ago never to do, and hadn’t planned on doing even after he’d been made to take a wife and queen.
But in the moment, he was lost to Kadeesha’s spell.
All he did was groan, kept moving inside her, gripped the back of her head, and pressed her lips more firmly to his neck, urging her to drink him dry if she pleased.