Chapter 12
Chapter Twelve
Auraelia
Just sex? Who was she kidding?
It never was, and never would be, just sex with them.
It was always claiming and being claimed, and tonight was no different.
They came together like lightning striking the ground. Hard, fast, and potentially devastating.
His lips devoured hers as he lifted her from the table and shadow-walked them to her bed chamber, tossing her unceremoniously onto her mattress.
Auraelia watched as Daemon pulled his tunic over his head.
Drinking in the sight of him as he exposed every glorious inch of skin and the intricate art that covered his chest and arms.
After kicking off his boots, he quickly unlaced and removed each of hers before moving on to her pants, flicking the button open with a twist of his fingers before yanking them down and off her legs.
He hadn’t even given the air time to kiss her bare flesh before he dropped to his knees, pushed the thin fabric of her panties to the side, and licked up her center. Her head fell back as her hands gripped the fabric beneath her body, her hips rocking against the motions of his tongue.
“Fuck, Princess. Do you know how good you taste?” Heat burned in his gaze as he stared up at her from between her thighs, and the magic coursing through her veins responded. Wrapping around her limbs in bright ribbons of light.
Daemon caught sight of her lightning, and the way it reflected off the gold in his eyes made her breath hitch.
He didn’t even give her anxiety time to take root as a smug smile graced his lips.
“I’m not scared of you, or your magic, Auraelia.
You could kill me right here and now, and I would die a happy man. ”
His words were like honey dripping from his lips, and the ease with which he spoke them sent her heart skittering.
Threading her fingers through his hair, she pushed his head back down. “Less talk. More tongue.” It didn’t matter that she loved the words that slipped from his lips. She needed action, not words.
The more he talked, the more her thoughts spiraled, and her heart wanted to join the equation. And that was a complication she didn’t need right now. What she needed was the sweet release that his mouth promised.
Desire flared in his eyes as he slid her panties down her legs with achingly slow movements. Returning to his spot between her thighs, Daemon ran his tongue up her slit before his signature smirk overtook his mouth. “Say please, Princess.”
His fingers drifted over the opening of her pussy, gathering her arousal before gently swirling the tips around her clit. She groaned as he repeated the motion, her frustration growing with every swipe.
“It’s Your Majesty,” she said through clenched teeth. With her fingers still tangled in his hair, she pushed him back toward where she was aching for him. “And, please.”
He slowly ran his tongue up her center, his eyes never straying from hers. “No need to beg, Auraelia. I’d gladly stay here all night.”
Her jaw dropped at his audacity, but it was quickly followed by a moan as he latched onto her clit. Sucking it hard into his mouth and flicking that tiny bundle of nerves with his tongue.
It wasn’t long before he added his hands to the equation. Two fingers thrust in and out of her, curling forward and stroking her inner walls just the way she liked.
Auraelia’s hand fell away from his head, trading his silky, blue-black strands for the deep teal of her sheets. Within a few strokes of his tongue, he had her back bowing off the bed with an impending orgasm.
As the buildup to her release grew, the hold on her magic waned, and her lightning flickered before glowing an incandescent white around her.
Terror began to creep in, taking over the pleasure that was filling her body.
But it was never given time to escalate further than a passing thought as Daemon released the hold on his own magic, letting it mingle with hers.
Cool ribbons of shadow, flecked with shimmering stars, began to tangle and braid with her lightning, a delicate dance of light and dark swirling along her skin.
Daemon’s fingers never ceased, but he lifted his head long enough to draw her focus. “Let go, Auraelia. I’ve got you.”
Dropping his head back between her thighs, his tongue lashed at her clit with renewed vigor as his fingers continued to work her core. And when she came, it was as if the world ceased to exist.
White light filled her vision as her release rocked through her body, and magic pulsed out of her in uncontrolled waves.
Wind swirled through her chambers, throwing open the windows.
Rain fell through the open panes in sheets as thunder crashed in the sky, and she could feel the heat from her lightning as it crackled along her skin.
It wasn’t until her orgasm subsided and Daemon finally ceased his ministrations that Auraelia was able to get a grip on her powers. But as she looked around her chambers, instead of the destruction she had been expecting, she was met with a dome of sparkling, and sparking, darkness.
It was almost exactly like the cocoon of stars Daemon had created in Kalmeera from what seemed like lifetimes ago. Only this time, streaks of lightning shot across the star-flecked sky.
Awe swept through Auraelia.
Awe, at the fact that she’d just released the most magic at one time since…she quickly stopped that train of thought. She didn’t want to go there. Not now.
But mainly, awe that her magic seemed to purr in response to Daemon’s. How they seemed to coexist in a natural sense of harmony. Light and dark, neither able to exist without the other.
Auraelia removed her gaze from the mix of magics around her and returned it to Daemon. He was still kneeling at the foot of the bed, but he had a cocky grin on his face.
“What?” she asked with a slight bite to her tone.
Chuckling, Daemon stood, wiping the evidence of her release from his face before sticking those same fingers into his mouth. Auraelia watched as his hands fell to his waistband. Waited as he slowly unfastened the buttons that kept his length pinned behind the fabric.
“You’re quite bratty tonight, Princess.” Her breath turned ragged as he pushed his pants off his hips, letting them fall to the floor before stepping out of them and slowly crawling over her. His gaze was locked onto hers as he said, “I kind of like it.”
Auraelia wrapped her arms around his neck as he hooked his hands beneath her hips and pulled her onto his lap, positioning her above the tip of his cock. Hesitancy swirled in his eyes as he said, “If you want this to stop—”
Slipping her hand between their bodies, she gripped him tightly in her palm.
“I want you to fuck me until I forget my name, your name, and that this is probably a terrible idea.” She slowly worked her hand up and down his length, relishing the way his jaw tightened as he tried to give her this little bit of control.
“I want you to use me, Daemon. I don’t want control. ”
A wicked grin graced his mouth, but something in his eyes said he understood what she meant. Knew what she needed.
“As you wish, Your Majesty.” Daemon knocked her hand out of the way, wrapped an arm around her waist, and slammed into her. Fully seating himself in one stroke. Auraelia cried out at the sensation, her back bowing as her head fell back. Only his arm banded around her back kept her from collapsing.
“Take off your shirt, Princess. Let me see you.”
Daemon slowed his thrusts long enough for Auraelia to pull her tunic over her head and toss it to the floor. Then, using his shoulders for leverage, she began riding his cock like it was the last thing she would do. Meeting him stroke for stroke with every rise and fall of her hips.
His hands immediately palmed her heavy globes, massaging each before bringing them to his mouth, making sure to lavish each in equal measure.
Auraelia’s fingers dug into his back, no doubt leaving marks as she dragged her hands down the hard, muscled panes. Daemon’s answering groan spurred her on as she ground against him, his pelvis adding the perfect amount of friction to her clit.
His thrusts became hard and fast. His grip on her ass was bruising.
This.
This is what she needed.
No sweet words. No delicate touches or whispered promises of a better tomorrow.
Just sweat-slicked skin and pleasure.
Auraelia felt her release growing again, but Daemon pulled out before it could go much further. Flipping her onto her stomach, he pressed her flat into the mattress. His body covered hers as his cock slipped back between her legs and through her slick center.
With her legs pressed together, she felt fuller. Felt him deeper.
She turned her face to the side, her hair sticking to her cheek. When she pinched her eyes closed, Daemon swept her hair away and wrapped it around a fist. “Eyes open, Princess.”
Something in his tone compelled her to comply, and once she did, Daemon peeled away from her back and into a sitting position. “I want you to watch me fuck you, Auraelia. I want you to see how beautiful you are when you’re thoroughly and completely ruined by me.”
Her response came out as a squeak as he yanked her hips back into his, pulling her back into his lap as he knelt on the bed.
He slid an arm up her torso, his hand wrapping around her neck as he helped her into a sitting position.
When she looked straight ahead, she was looking into the mirror on her vanity.
It was across the room but close enough to see the sheen on their bodies. To see the desire and possession in Daemon’s eyes.
From this angle, she could see everything.
She could see every slide of his cock as he thrust in and out of her.
Could watch as one set of fingers swirled her clit, and the other wrapped around her throat like a choker. It was erotic in a way she never imagined.
“Goddess, you take my cock like such a good girl. Such a pretty pussy, all wet and needy for me.”
The filth of his words, coupled with the scene in the mirror, had her trembling as her orgasm built once more. The gasp that had begun to slip through her lips was cut off by the tightening of Daemon’s hand on her throat.
Not sure what to do with her hands, Auraelia locked eyes with Daemon in the mirror and began to play with her breasts. Tweaking her nipples in time with his thrusts.
Daemon’s deep chuckle vibrated through her entire body. “I think you like watching yourself. Do you like watching me fuck you, Princess?”
He loosened his hold just enough for her to say, “Yes.” It came out as more of a moan than an actual word, but it was the triumphant smile on his face that caught her attention.
“Good. Because I want you to watch yourself come.”
He held her gaze in the mirror as his fingers worked her clit faster, and his thrusts became deeper.
The closer her release, the more erratic her magic became. Lightning spiraled up her arms and onto Daemon’s, but he didn’t stop. Didn’t slow.
He didn’t even seem to notice.
Warmth spread throughout her body, followed closely by the tingling sensation in her extremities and the flutter of her pussy walls.
Close. She was so close.
Seeming to sense that, Daemon picked up his pace. His hand tightened around her throat, restricting her blood flow until black began to swim in her vision. But just as she was about to beg for a reprieve, Daemon released his hold on her throat as he whispered, “Come for me, Princess.”
Pure bliss swept through her, rocking her to her very core as she watched her body get hit with wave upon wave of pleasure.
He kept his arms wrapped around her as he continued to pursue his own pleasure. Driving into her with so much force that she was sure he would fuck her off the bed. But once he found his release, they collapsed, limbs still entwined and breathing heavy, as their souls returned to their bodies.
The next morning came far too quickly. Or perhaps not quickly enough, depending on how Auraelia chose to look at it.
Her night with Daemon had been amazing. They’d both found their pleasure…multiple times. But now that the morning light crept through the windows and the winter morning chill had set in, so did reality.
Auraelia slipped from between the sheets and pulled on her robe, trying to be as careful and quiet as possible so as to not wake Daemon.
After managing to successfully slip out of her suite without disturbing him, she crept down the hall toward Piper’s chambers. It was early, but she also knew her friend was usually up with the sun.
Auraelia knocked softly on the door but tried again when there was no response. When there was still no answer, she softly called out, “Piper, I know you’re awake. Answer the door, it’s important.”
The sound of hurried steps and hushed whispers filtered through the thick wood before the sound of a latch being lifted echoed through the silent corridor.
“Hey, Rae. Sorry, I just woke up. Everything alright?”
Despite her words, Auraelia knew better. She knew that the flush on her friend’s cheeks and the muss of her hair were not due to sleep. “Sleep, huh?” she asked as she quirked a brow.
The sound of shuffling feet through the suite beyond the door had Piper’s eyes flicking to the side before returning to center. “I–uh.”
Auraelia chuckled and shook her head. “Oh, we have a lot to talk about later. But am I to assume that whoever is in your room is the same reason someone is currently in mine?”
Piper’s eyes widened as she looked everywhere but at Auraelia’s face.
“I see. Well, tell him I said hello and that we all have much to discuss.” Nodding to her friend, Auraelia turned on her heel and returned to her chambers.
She couldn’t put the day’s problems off any longer. And one of those problems was currently naked in her bed.