Chapter Thirty-Six
HE TELEPORTED THEM TO HIS ROOM. KADEESHA’S wedding gown—shit.
She might as well have been poured into the cursed dress; it hugged every lush curve that Malachi’s mouth watered to lick and bite and kiss.
He almost lamented his future intent to shred the bewitching thing when he ripped it off her.
But he burned to see her naked and bared completely to him.
He thought about carrying the wife he’d gained to the sofa and bending her over the back of it while driving into her until she came apart.
But his ego—and something more furious, something that was entirely primal—demanded he take his wife for the first time in his bed.
He didn’t fight the urge. He strode to the bed and dropped her in its center.
He smiled wickedly when she reached for him.
He stepped back out of her reach. His grin spread at her eager snarl.
“Patience, wife,” he taunted, even though his sanity was hanging on by a sliver-thin thread.
But he was operating on more than pure animalistic instinct now.
Whatever heightened bonds the blood-exchange ritual of their ceremony had caused—and he couldn’t deny it had created stronger tethers—it made him unable to ignore a truth that had run between him and Kadeesha from their very first meeting in her pleasure den.
He was drawn to her, and there wasn’t any fucking chance he’d be letting her go now that he’d had a taste of her.
Once, or even hundreds of times, would never be enough.
But Kadeesha still looked at him as if she was dead set on their eventual separation.
That stopped tonight.
He wasn’t letting her out of the room, out of their bed, until she assented.
He’d drive her delirious with need and pleasure, wringing that consent out of her.
To that end, he started his seduction, moving to claim her body in a way he’d mostly formerly refrained from doing.
He manifested tendrils of shadows. Kadeesha gasped when they glided up her body, across her breasts, over her arms. She swore viciously when they locked around her wrists and anchored her arms to the bed.
His newly gained wife even called him a bastard, or three.
Good, he thought. Because that’s exactly what I am.
He undid the clasp of his silver pelt, then shrugged it off.
He hooked his thumbs beneath his waistband, saw her eyes gleam with wanton need when they fastened on the bulge in his pants.
“Do you really want me to unbind you? Or do you want me to undress both of us and lick you until you’ve forgotten your own name? ” he asked silkily.
Kadeesha tugged against the shadows binding her wrists, but her legs fell open and her back arched off the bed, handing Malachi her answer.
He got rid of his pants and climbed onto the bed between her thighs.
He took hold of her legs behind the bend of her knees, drawing circles against her flesh with his thumbs until she quivered.
“Stop fucking around,” she hissed, squeezing his head between her thighs.
It was a prison he’d gladly remain locked in for the rest of eternity.
He inhaled her heady scent of wild violets.
She could squeeze him until he suffocated and he’d die a happy male.
He turned his head and nipped the inside of her left thigh, licked it, then delivered the same treatment to her right thigh.
He looked up and locked eyes with his wife. “What do you want me to do, Kadeesha? Be a good girl and use your words.”
She gritted her teeth in defiance, and …
No, that shit isn’t going to fly.
Her dress was already bunched up around her waist, but it didn’t bare her nearly enough to him. He needed all of her. He needed every inch of her, outside and in. Because she was his.
He left the spot between her legs that was utter heaven and slid up her body.
He grabbed the neck of her wedding gown and tore it off her.
“Much better,” he decided. He cupped her pussy, sank three fingers inside, stretching her while brushing his thumb across her clit.
Fuck, she was wet. She hadn’t even come yet and she was gushing all over his hand.
Her legs locked around his hips and she arched hard against his fingers.
He hadn’t even started fucking her with them yet.
He simply held them in place deep inside her while working her clit.
The urge to taste her already clawed at him. He knew it was agony for her too.
But first, she had to say the right words.
“Tell me what you want from me,” he ordered roughly.
“Fuck … you.”
“Wrong answer,” he said, putting more pressure on her clit.
She moaned his name—music to his ears—when he spread his fingers wider and pressed down harder on her clit.
“I asked you a question, Kadeesha. Tell me what you want. Tell me what you need.” The words rumbled from his chest, and it wasn’t a question anymore.
He was king, and he gave commands.
She gritted her teeth, and in response, he curled his fingers, hitting exactly where her screams were kept.
“Celestials! I want you to do everything you threatened at the ceremony,” she cried out. “Taste me and … and fuck me mindless.”
He sucked on her full bottom lip like he wanted to do to her clit. She whimpered when he withdrew his fingers from inside her. He understood—and agreed. Because he was done fucking around; it was time to give them both what they desired.
He slid back down her body and feasted. He drove them both mad with every swipe of his tongue, every nip, every time he sucked on her sensitive pearl and sent shudders rippling across her body and set her legs to quivering.
He was already rock hard from the beginning, but it became painful when Kadeesha’s legs locked his neck in a vise hold and she ground her pussy into his face, feeding it to him.
The taste of her was exquisite, and it was all he could do to not grab himself and find his own relief.
But this wasn’t about him—not yet. This was about undoing his wife—stripping her of every defense, every barrier, that she might erect to fight against what he knew they’d both felt during the ceremony.
He cupped her ass with one hand, urging her on and plunged his fingers back inside her, fucking her with them and his tongue until her moans hit a fevered pitch.
He loved when she let the reins go, when she screamed herself hoarse for him.
But she wasn’t screaming the right thing.
He growled, pulling away from the rapture between her legs just long enough to slap her clit. She moaned, then hissed.
Malachi locked eyes with her while dragging his tongue in lazy circles against her inner thigh, as if he had all the time in the world.
“I haven’t heard my name yet, so clearly you don’t wish to come,” he murmured.
Then, he closed his mouth over the spot along her upper thigh, right beside her lips, that had her clawing at his hair whenever he sucked on the flesh.
He was a true bastard this time, since her hands were bound—and because he did more than lightly nibble on the spot.
It was too much of a temptation to sink his teeth into her flesh, to hear her cry out as he left a second brand on her.
On his wife. Even thinking the word should’ve chilled him, as it had from the moment Kadeesha levied her little proposal.
But when he’d stood at her side for the ceremony, the aversion he’d expected hadn’t existed.
The entire time, he could only think about how delectable she looked in the gown that would surely tempt any male to lay a kingdom, the whole continent, the entire damn realm at her feet.
Nor could he refrain from thinking about how she had looked like—how she had always been—the fiercest of warrior queens with her squadron of Nkita and kongamatos nearby even before he’d crowned her.
Kadeesha was a work of art who was brilliant and cunning.
She was a being made of fire and steel and utter stubbornness who’d never truly bend to anyone and who’d never truly be broken.
She was a masterpiece. A fucking remarkable creation of the great Celestials.
And he intended to keep her. She was his, permanently, whether she realized it yet or not.
“Unbind me so I can touch you,” his wife both ordered and pleaded, her breathy voice making him harder.
He wanted to be inside her heat so badly, he groaned.
But he still needed to coax something from her first. He kissed his way up the soft skin of her stomach, palming and kneading her breasts as he worked.
She opened for him as soon as his tongue swept across her lips.
He kissed her long and fervently and deeply, pressing his dick against her folds while he kissed her like he’d fuck her soon.
He tore his mouth away long enough to command, “Be a good girl and say please, wife.
“Say my Celestials-damned name.”
Lovely defiance flared in her eyes, presenting as the tiny sparks of violet amid her brown irises that shone whenever she experienced a particularly intense emotion.
He licked the sensitive point of her left ear and then bit down on it.
It dragged another delicious shiver from his wife.
And her core that he was pressed against grew even hotter.
Wetter. He wanted to hurry up and be drowning in it, so she needed to hurry the fuck up and stop fighting the inevitable.
He rubbed his fingers against her slickness until they were coated with it and then thrummed them back and forth across her clit while sinking his teeth into her Marking at the base of her throat.
She bucked against him. “Malachi! Damn! Please!”