Chapter 15
Noth
“Why is Severin’s face all red?” I whispered to Maggie when she extricated her delightful tongue from my mouth. Wait, that wasn’t the right question. Why was the Fae King here?
“I didn’t try to kill him,” she said quickly.
“I would disagree,” Severin replied, turning his hips away in an unconscious gesture I had had to practice many times with Maggie. She had great aim with that left foot.
I couldn’t stop the smile spreading too wide over my face, showing him all my Nightmare teeth. I always loved a good complication. But more pressing; Maggie’s expression was too tense.
“What?” I asked her.
“I don’t think Brad is dead. I made a mistake.”
She actually flinched. I felt it all over my body. The thready bond leaked her fear and sadness into me.
“Don’t do that, Pumpkin. I would never leave you for making a mistake. I would never leave you for making a lifetime of mistakes.”
Her watery sigh stiffened my cock, but her burying her face in my neck made me feral. My Pumpkin was often without words for the important things unless it came with a barb, but that was okay. I was fonder of action anyway. It soothed the anxiety that sometimes swamped me.
Severin cleared his throat and I turned to him with ire for interrupting my dessert. I needed Maggie now.
“Finally trying for my territory, Twinkles?” I growled.
Severin was always tough to rile up but his face composed itself into sober lines even for him. “I didn’t try. It was handed to me.”
“You can discuss how you’re going to help us later. I need to yell at Maggie for leaving me behind.” I tossed Maggie higher on my body so my erection was on display for everyone and turned to the cottage. “Find something to do for a few hours.”
Maggie’s poppy scent barely let me get her upstairs and into a room.
I slammed the door closed and plastered her to it, grinding said erection against her.
I had never been so scared in my life as when I woke up alone in Yaya’s retreat, Maggie without my protection.
I knew she was a big girl. I knew it by the color of Severin’s face and the story about Brad just bursting to be told, but none of it mattered when I had to pace the cottage, tearing out precious strands of hair, waiting for her return. Not even misting Gertrude helped.
“You were a bad girl for leaving me,” I snapped into her tresses. “Don’t leave me, Pumpkin.”
I tried to suppress the whine my Nightmare forced out. That Jax had to use the shadow portal I sent with him didn’t bode well. Maybe Brad was dead, maybe he wasn’t. The idea that she might have been slain and I did nothing made me insane. When had this new version of me taken over?
She pulled back from my kisses, fisting a handful of my hair. Her eyes snapped with fire, which was better than the sadness I saw in the garden. I braced for her cutting remark.
“Hey. I’m right here. I made it. Fuck up and all.” Her grip turned into the glide of her hand through as much of my locks as she could reach.
My heart shattered into a thousand pieces for her.
“You’re not a fuck-up.”
She scoffed and went to say something snarky. My jaw widened and my Nightmare pulsed my eyes to a glowing red.
“You’re MINE. And nothing I want this badly could ever be a fuck-up.” My claws dug into the door on either side of her. “You don’t have to be perfect for me to love you.”
Her mouth formed a perfect ‘o’ of surprise.
My emotions had overwhelmed me for hours after that slip of my tongue.
I was afraid my Nightmare would think saying we were mates was permission to claim her.
I was a bastard, but I didn’t want an unwilling mate.
Would she love all of me, or just the pretty Elf?
No test. Bite her. Make her ours. My Nightmare’s voice rushed through me. He was certain of her, no matter how wild or combative she got. Don’t let her go.
I kissed her to cover my panic. These needs rushing through me didn’t make our situation any more legible. A failed attempt on Brad just meant I needed to kill him myself. The crown would be mine, and Maggie… Maggie would… Well, that was the problem.
I ruthlessly shoved that away as future Noth problems and revelled in my Pumpkin in my arms. Letting the bond latch only made everything worse.
I was sliding into her in a way I never thought possible.
I wanted to take her to my favorite eating spot, see how she dealt with the Council, and see what she would look like against my slate gray sheets.
She hooked a blackened fingertip in my mouth, prying me off her. I sucked on that instead, drinking in the magic that returned right back to her over the pitiful mate bond. I couldn’t believe I let that thing latch, but it was carrying our mutual fire back and forth for all that it was still weak.
“Let’s at least make it to a bed this time,” Maggie said.
That was so cute. I set her down after a long lick to her neck and she started toward the mattress. I grinned in anticipation. Too bad a bed wouldn’t do for this. I couldn’t stuff her with my cock. I would never pull out in either of our lifetimes.
Her yelp was nearly lost in the inky blackness of the portal as it pulled her in.
I strolled in her direction as I fanned the shadows out to consume the rest of the room.
Darkness spread from my eyes in tandem. The laugh that swarmed out of me echoed across the dark.
Trapped, at my mercy, I could do whatever I wanted to her lower half in the void.
“Haha. Very funny,” Maggie said. It was hard to deny the mate bond when she made it breathy like my magic already edged her into pleasure. Hers certainly tightened mine.
She pulled herself up with her considerable strength but the portal only compressed around her waist. I hadn’t used my shadows like this…
well, ever. I probably should have trapped her hands in the portal too, but I admitted I wanted them on me too bad to bind them.
If she reached up, she could touch my cock.
I wanted her to want that more than was sane.
More than a King should desire anything.
I was the Elven King, not a Nightmare, but Maggie made me downright feral. I needed her to see me.
Something loosened inside me with the tendrils of smoke and darkness that came to my call and touched her feet within my void. I sensed everything that happened, like it was my hands slowly taking off her boots, her socks.
“Noth!”
The hint of helplessness in her voice spread a smirk over my face as I prowled around her. I tore off all of her clothes below the portal.
Maggie kicked out but there was nothing to hit or gain purchase on until I solidified the darkness.
I traced every plane of her calves, her thighs, behind her knees, over the ‘v’ of her hips, into the dip of her ass. She struggled against me. To get away or come closer, I couldn’t tell.
“You just hate doing what you’re told. Don’t you?” I crouched down on the floor in front of her, conscious of how far she could reach. I had annoyed her by not letting her on the bed and I didn’t want her so peeved that we didn’t get to the good part.
“Depends on who is telling me,” she spat.
“I told you not to leave without me.”
The weight of her ass against my shadows made my Nightmare push forward. What would it feel like bouncing against my thighs?
“Well, that’s your problem right there. I hate everything that comes out of your mouth.”
Her breathing picked up as I leaned over her, curling my long tongue over her neck. “Everything?” I whispered in her ear before I swiped the delicate shell with my tongue.
“You’re…” she panted.
I couldn’t stop myself from massaging her breasts through her still-intact top, praying she would someday use my hair like a leash.
“You’re the worst,” she gritted out as my shadows slid straight into her pussy without warning.
Her cry was swallowed up by the dark room.
My Pumpkin liked this game though and her frictionless, dripping cunt was proof enough.
I could be her monster if that’s what got her juicy for me.
I let my Nightmare out to play, showing her what she had on her hands, but keeping my voice.
Her eyes widened to see my many limbs, my shifting eyes.
I never settled on one form for too long.
“So you’ve said before.” On that night long ago where I thought I was going to die. I remembered every detail of it. Replayed it lovingly as I spent countless nights alone with only my fist for company. “You’re ready to see my worst now, witch?”
I expected a snap back but her lake-blue eyes were all but black and her exhale brought the word, “Yes.”
Towering above her, I twisted my wrist and the shadows surrounding her in the portal. My eyes fanned black as my Nightmare surged forward, greedy for her cunt. She didn’t lose eye contact with us, her pleasurable moans still building even with the horror in front of her.
I drove into her, relishing every sopping squelch my shadows produced as her cheeks grew redder and redder.
Shifting back and forth in front of her with an ever-multiplying amount of limbs, tongues, and teeth, letting her watch my Nightmare as we savaged her below the waist. She would see what we could give her.
My claws shredded her shirt to get to her nipples.
The light scratches I left on her skin made her pant.
Maggie’s gaze grew hazy and distant. Lust filled the room, smothering any fear.
I was so used to her frowning, or biting, that the smile on her face was almost untrustworthy.
Sure, I was filling her cunt with a twisting, licking array of shapes and shadows, but she kept running her free hands over my Nightmare’s slipping form.
Every time she did, he settled into a more coherent shape.
“So beautiful,” she said.
I hadn’t known I liked petting until Maggie did it. My heart swelled.
“And if I tell you to come, Maggie? Are you going to be a bad girl and deny yourself?”