Chapter 14
Did he just say he’s…mine?
Pain, regret, heartbreak, rage—those all faded as soon as Onyx’s lips crashed into mine. Thoughts were impossible to catch, so I sunk into his mouth, into his hard body.
My world was upside-down, and he was the only solid, anchoring force keeping me on my feet. This beast grounded me when no one and nothing else could. My enemy had become my savior, one I never knew I needed, and his hot touch brought me back to life.
I swallowed a needy moan, desperate to feel something that wasn’t the loss of my sister.
That wasn’t the loss of a life I thought I’d been living.
Because everything he said was true. I’d already suspected Jona and the leaders after seeing the Sky Demons territory for myself, but I never imagined my sister’s disappearance might be part of it.
He and the Sky Demons had blood on their hands, but at least it was blood I could see.
Blood that was centuries deep and ingrained in their society.
Harder to break, yet he’d started to chip away at it from what Iris had told me.
And he was right, humans weren’t any better.
We’d killed each other before the Fall, and we continued to well after it.
The men in my sector stole children from their homes, used women and exploited their bodies, and sent them to die as Tributes.
Before coming here, I’d argue it was a small price to pay for a future we were all working to achieve.
But it wasn’t for our collective future that we fought, that we surrendered our bodies and minds.
It was for the men and their insatiable greed.
The more Onyx told me, the more the fog in my head cleared.
I saw things I hadn’t before and connected dots that had eluded me because I believed what I was told by Jona.
Because I wanted to believe what I did mattered.
It was easier to ignore the glaring red flags than to see the truth written in the desert floor.
I hated that I hadn’t seen what was right in front of me.
I hated that we’d been used to do their bidding—recruiting, training, perpetuating the cycle of abuse, all in the name of rebellion.
My hands were drenched in the blood of their sins.
I was angry, vengeful, and prepared to do whatever it took to put all those men in the ground.
But the heat of my anger swiftly turned into lust under the dragon’s touch. Onyx’s kiss was a balm on a soul torn apart and a life rendered pointless. On a woman broken into pieces and left scattered on the floor.
The subtle fragrance of water and electricity, the scent of a coming storm, was my demon’s natural musk.
It overtook the smell of oranges as his tongue teased across the seam of my mouth, asking permission when he could take whatever he wanted.
But this powerful male never did. Onyx might be a monster, but he was a monster I respected.
A monster I wanted.
I opened my mouth and met his tongue with mine. I breathed his luscious scent and swallowed his heady taste in a crazed madness. When I tugged his shirt, demanding that the massive dragon come closer, I was walked back with a hungry growl tickling my tongue.
Mr. Snarls likes that a lot.
The size difference was a never-ending struggle to keep our mouths together.
Tasting, licking, biting. Hands tracing.
Hearts hammering. Fingers clutching and skating across skin and fabric, muscle and curves.
I crawled my way up his body, using years of upper-body strength to cling and hold myself aloft.
Anything to get closer. Anything to keep his mouth on mine.
Onyx groaned, the sound of it as desperate as I felt. “Fuck.”
Another frustrated word in a language I didn’t recognize was breathed into my neck before I was grabbed under the ass and pinned to a thick tree, trapped between a demon and a hard place.
“We need to get to the cabin, little beast.” His breath was hot on my mouth. “Teach you how to disable and kill a dragon,” he murmured between seductive swipes of his lips.
Onyx’s blatant reluctance but dissolving restraint were insanely sexy.
I wanted to see how far I could push him.
How far I could take it before the beast broke through.
Before he gave in and lost himself the way I wanted—no, needed to lose myself, too.
His total surrender was the permission I needed for mine.
“I shouldn’t be kissing you, Maze. Not after that. Not after telling you everything you knew was a lie.”
But everything he did was in direct opposition of what he said, because he kissed me deeper, harder, longer.
Clawed fingers slipped under the skirt of my dress.
Everywhere they touched, fire burned a path and nerves came to life.
My heart thundered and heat pooled in my core as I drowned in the delicious scent of oranges.
Always oranges.
His thumbs dipped into the apex of my thighs, so close to where I needed him.
But then they were gone and I nearly moaned in frustration, clamping my thighs down harder on the sides of his strong, sinewy waist. Rocking back and forth.
Onyx’s breathing hitched and his body tensed, shuddering.
It wasn’t long before he was moving with me in a desperate dance for more.
It'd be a lie to say I wasn’t interested in what brought on his sudden desire to teach me how to take down a dragon, but not enough to risk this moment between us.
His kiss was everything. His hands on me were the heat in a frigid winter.
I wanted this demon more than I’d ever wanted anyone or anything in my entire goddamn life, and I was willing to do whatever I could to keep him touching and kissing me.
Dragging my tongue across his bottom lip, I hummed my appreciation, acting more beast than the dragon pinning me to a tree was. Onyx growled, still fighting himself, so I gripped him harder, tugged his body closer, and moaned a little louder.
His fangs descended and his pupil-blown irises dropped to where his waist was locked between my thighs. Then he was looking at me again, hesitating, conflicted, searching for something in my eyes that’d give him the permission he needed.
Onyx might be the terrifying leader of the Sky Demons and a monster who dominated the skies, but with me he was soft and careful.
He touched me like I mattered, like I was precious.
No one had ever treated me the way he was now, and I wasn’t sure how to react.
How to prove I was desperate for him and that whatever he wanted was his to take.
Words escaped me the second this powerful demon king capable of taking whatever he wanted sought my permission.
My core pulsed, slick coating my lace underwear.
If he didn’t fuck me tonight, I’d lose it and roar my fury like his dragon had in the sky. Blame it on heartbreak, but I needed him more than words could adequately express.
Sinking my fingers into his hair, I rolled my lace-covered pussy against the thick, fabric-covered cock pressed between us. I took a chance. I fell back into the safety of our banter.
“That wasn’t a kiss, my Liege. That was payment.
No, a promise to cooperate. Because this is an interrogation.
” I didn’t sound anything like myself. My voice was dripping with honey, and while I’d always been good with words, I’d never been this good.
“Just an exchange of information between a demon king and his would-be assassin. Maybe I would’ve talked sooner if you’d kissed me like that from the start. ”
A tortured groan left his throat, but then one side of his mouth hitched up in challenge. “Oh? Is that all it takes, little beast? I doubt that. You strike me as someone much tougher to persuade.”
I licked him from the hollow of his neck to the shell of his pointed ear, celebrating the way every muscle in his torso clenched against me in reaction. “You’re right, my Liege.” His nostrils flared and his grip tightened. “Takes a nice big cock to get what you want from me.”
“Oh, bloody hell.” His hips punched forward, his hard length driving straight into my taut stomach. I smirked in triumph. Maybe my lessons weren’t for nothing. “Where have you been hiding that filthy mouth, little beast? It’s—”
“Been a little occupied with yours,” I teased, giggling when a suffering moan escaped him. I never thought someone like Onyx might enjoy dirty talk. It made me want to tease him more and see how far I could take it. “But this mouth of mine has better uses. Ask nicely, and I might just demonstrate.”
Black scales that briefly glimmered blue appeared along the column of his neck, flickering briefly before they were gone. “I knew you were trouble, little beast,” he murmured almost petulantly.
Mr. Snarls was back.
Riding a wave of courage, I stroked the massive erection between us. Wait. Was it this large last time? My mouth went dry when my fingers traced surprising ridges and measured the impossible girth with a few strokes. The fabric of his pants was surprisingly thin.
Okay, hindsight was a real bitch. I’d gotten cocky before feeling the…
cocky, and now I was in trouble. How was I supposed to fit this in my pussy, let alone my mouth?
I might not have a gag reflex, but my mouth was only so big.
Hopefully Onyx hadn’t noticed how wide my eyes had gotten when I realized that the promise I’d made to him I’d have trouble keeping.
“Fuck me,” he growled before I was cradled in his arms, the world a blur around me.
I couldn’t move with the force of the wind hitting us.
“I’m going to feast on that cunt, little beast. Then I’m going to put my cock in you on an actual bloody bed, not in a forest where anyone could catch a glimpse of what’s mine. ”
A thrill surged through me and I sucked in a surprised breath, my side and head pinned to his chest thanks to the speed of his run. “Who has the filthy mouth now?”
His amusement-rich laughter was so special. I got the impression he didn’t do it often. It made my stomach all fluttery and twisted knowing I’d heard it several times now, that I’d been the one to make this snarly leader of dragons laugh.
“That a challenge, little beast?” His dragon eyes gleamed as they dropped to mine. “Be careful what you wish for.”