Chapter 6 Quinn
Quinn
Later, I can blame my impulsivity on lack of sleep. Or the pressure cooker situation I’ve been dragged into.
But standing next to the enormous demon with his clawed hand firmly held in my small palm and the thin membrane of his wing curled around me, I can’t help but feel protected.
Safe and secure.
Things I don’t think I ever felt before in Fable Forest.
But seeing how Malphyr reacted when I got hurt convinced me. He’s not the dark dealing streetwise gangster I thought he was. And even if he is, he isn’t to me.
And that distinction matters.
To everyone else in Fable Forest, my family was a lost cause. One that people wouldn’t bother stopping to help if we were bleeding in a back alley.
But to Malphyr, a splash of hot water is something to fly into a frenzy about. Literally.
It stole my breath, watching him worry. Feeling his panic pound in his chest. And I couldn’t help but nestle into the cradle of his arms as he carried me through the sky.
“Are you sure about this?” he asks, lifting my chin to meet his gaze. “You say yes, and you’re mine, Queenie.”
The way he says it — mine — sends a ripple of awareness through my entire body. It’s what I wanted the moment I saw him step into his apartment and strip out of his shirt.
He looked good in a suit when we met a decade ago, but seeing him out of it…
My mind flashes to his curved frame in the oversized shower. Those wingtips tucked tight as he punched through tile.
Through stone tiles, I remind myself. And yet, where was that strength, that brutality when he handled me? Nowhere. Not once.
Malphyr might have more control than I do, and it does more to make me trust him than anything he could’ve ever said to me.
“I’ll be yours when you make me yours,” I say, smirking when his eyes flash hot and his gaze rakes over me with silent, filthy promise.
Turning back to the officiant, I ask, “What am I supposed to say?”
The wide-eyed man swallows hard. “Uh. Well, you don’t have a reservation, so I can’t do the whole package.”
Malphyr growls beside me, but I give him a reassuring squeeze.
“Okay,” I peer at his name tag. “What can you do, then, Hal?”
“The paperwork?” Hal squeaks, then tries again. “Uh, the paperwork. You can sign the paperwork.”
“And that’s legally binding?” I ask.
“It’s binding, yeah.”
“Where do we sign?”
Thirty minutes later, Malphyr signs his name under mine.
“That’s it, then. You’re man — er, demon — and wife.” Hal nervously takes the page from Malphyr and practically runs to make a copy for us.
“Guess this is when we kiss,” I say, turning to him and drawing up on my toes.
“Here?” Malphyr asks, eyes sweeping across the chapel and the stained-glass windows. “It’s creepy.”
I laugh.
“Church and chapel not really your scene, is it?”
“No,” he grumbles.
I wrap my arms around his waist and wait for his gaze to drop to mine. “Just one, Malphyr. Seal it with a kiss. It’s tradition.”
“Fine, fuck it.” He grips my waist and hauls me up, pressing me into the wall.
I grip his shoulders for leverage and sigh when his mouth meets mine. Hot mouth, cold wall. I’m pressed in between the two extremes and melting against my demon as his forked tongue delves into my mouth.
He tastes like cinnamon and fire. The heat of his kiss spirals through me, sparking a wanton desire that makes my pussy pulse. A gasp escapes me when I feel his tail slip between my thighs and slide against my core. Instinctually, I writhe against him, whimpering.
“You’ve made me promises. I hope you mean to keep them.”
“What promises?”
“You said you were worth the wait,” I gasp, “And I’ve waited. For you.”
Malphyr pulls back, black eyes searching mine. “You’re untouched? This is all mine?” His tail presses further, the pressure rubbing right against my throbbing clit.
“Yes.”
“Fuuuu…”
A loud throat clearing noise interrupts and Malphyr pulls away with a groan.
“Um, here’s your marriage license. And, um, if you need private rooms, please check in with reception.”
Hal slides the document over the counter, and Malphyr snatches it up.
“Thanks,” he mutters, pulling me alongside and out of the church.
I wave at the poor, bewildered Hal and squeal as Malphyr scoops me up.
“Where to next, husband?”
“To a private room,” Malphyr growls, nuzzling at my neck and flicking his tongue against the sensitive skin. “Where I’ll finally make you mine, Queenie.”
Soon, we’re ensconced in a huge, demon-proofed honeymoon lodge with open, roaring fires and signs of sumptuous luxury all around us.
I have no time to appreciate it all because the second we enter, I’m flown across the room and laid gently on top of a massive central bed.
It’s big enough for a demon and his bride, and so damn soft, I sink into the silk.
“My little queen,” Malphyr whispers against my skin, hands rough on my breasts, my belly.
I arch against him, a deep ache building between my legs as his nails scratch through my dress. They bite into my skin slightly, and a new wave of want spirals through me when his tongue slips under my dress and into my bra.
“Fuck, you taste so good.” He groans, yanking my dress and bra straps down my shoulders. “I need to taste you, darling. All of you.”
He peels my dress off, sucking in a breath with every inch of skin he reveals. My hands immediately go to cover my soft belly, but he pulls my hand away.
“Don’t,” comes his choked command. “I want to see you.”
So I let him feast his eyes and watch his dark pupils swell, going liquid with heat. Every muscle in his body is coiled and tense, like he wants to pounce, but he doesn’t want to break me.
And suddenly I want him to. I want him to unleash his power and make me yield. I want him to test my limits and show me the full strength of his control.
Hunger burns through my body as I roll up onto my knees and hook my thumbs into my panties.
“Daddy wants to see?”
The word slips past my lips before I can think better of it, but the second it does, a slick heat seeps between my legs. The huge demon before me trembles, and the bulge behind the strip of cloth around his waist jerks.
He leans in, knuckles sinking deep into the bed, and purrs, “Be a good girl and show me.”
I drag the cotton down my legs and kick it off. It sails through the air and rings around one of his horns.
My lips clamp together, trying to hold back a laugh. Malphyr, my dealmaking demon, is crouched before me on his knees with my panties hung on his horns.
“They look good on you,” I quip.
“So long as they’re off you,” he bites out, yanking me to the edge of the bed. I yelp when he presses my thighs open, exposing my slick sex to his devilish gaze. Then his forked tongue slides over my seam, and pleasure rips through me.
I shudder against his wicked tongue. It lashes my clit and slides through my folds, making me buck wildly beneath him.
“Oh, fuck, yes,” I shout, unthinkingly reaching down to grip his horns.
He growls the second I touch him. The rumble rocks my cunt, and I jerk my hips over his face, screaming when he thrusts his tongue into my slit. “That’s it, Daddy. Right there, right there.”
Everything inside me coils tight as I pull on his horns and work my hips over his tongue. His hungry onyx eyes lock on the roll of my body, the rise and fall of my breasts. His hot breath heats me up, brushes over my sensitive clit, and makes me want to burn.
“So close,” I breathe, feeling his claws bite into the flesh of my thighs. “I just—I need—”
Him. I need him.
The thought spears through me when he wraps his lips around my clit and sucks hard. I scream, bucking hard as release tears through me. I shatter under him, my pussy flooding, my every muscle seizing.
He suckles me through it, drinking me down and humming in satisfaction until I lay back, laughing.
“Oh my goddess. What the hell was that?” I collapse against the silk, a giddy, golden feeling winding itself through me as I laugh.
“That was delicious,” he murmurs, bending to press a soft kiss to my cunt before he straightens. “But we’re not done yet, my queen.”
In the light, I can see the glimmer of my release smeared across his mouth and chin. It makes my blood hum and my heart race as I twirl the enormous ring on my finger and watch him walk to a nearby table.
“No?” I roll onto my side, watching as he searches through the drawers.
Every inch of him exudes power, and from this vantage point, I can see the sunlight play on his taut, flushed skin.
His skin is a deep shade of red everywhere.
From his muscled back to his sculpted arms and down his thick thighs.
So much strength. So much control. “I thought that was pretty worth the wait.”
I bite back a smile, my pussy already pulsing with renewed need.
“Darling, that was a starter. We’re working our way to the main course.”
There’s a rhythmic scratching noise and I see what it is when he turns back. He’s filing down a nail.
“Yeah? That’s for me?” I ask, nerves creeping into my voice.
“You’ll need to be able to take these before you can take me.” He holds up two fingers, and I draw a heavy breath. Heat gathers between my legs and I glance down at his tented cloth. It seems even bigger now. More intimidating. More real.
I slide from the bed on legs that shake, and when I stumble, I don’t bother getting back up. I crawl to him.
His tail flicks out behind him, thumping the floor in an excited rhythm he can’t quite hide. A guttural curse flies from his lips in a language I don’t understand, but it’s dark and rough and ancient. Maybe his mother tongue.
“What are you doing?”
“I want to see,” I breathe. “Let’s see this monster cock of yours, Malp—”
“Keep calling me Daddy. Or Mal. I like the way it sounds in your mouth.”
A shiver rolls through me at his commanding tone. I wanted to be bent, tested, pushed — and Mal’s the demon who’ll do it with care and control. My throat runs dry as I reach up and rip the cloth off him.
He grunts, and I gasp. I was right. His sex is massive. Thick and corded with pulsing veins, lined with dark, bumpy ridges all along the underside of his cock and the outer edge of his heavy ball sack.
“Oh, my goddess.” I lean in, press my face against the slightly bulbous shape of him. Turning my head, I press a kiss to his broad, ridged tip. “You’re fucking beautiful, Mal.”
A bead of precum forms there, and I lick it off.
He groans, wings flaring out as he grips the side table so hard, he scratches the surface.
“Quinn,” he says warningly. “I need to finish filing.”
I grin up at him. “So, finish filing, Daddy. I’m just going to have a taste.”