Chapter 80
Those words, that order, snapped his resolve.
Vali closed the distance between them and captured her mouth, his hands coming around her waist to pull her body flush with his. She opened for him, allowing him to taste her.
Lavender and wine coated her tongue as their mouths moved together. He wasn’t surprised there was no hesitation, no timidness in the way they came together to learn each other. He proved that she was ready for him as she matched his growing frenzy.
His instincts took over as he swept her off her feet and into his arms, unable to stop himself from inhaling her gasp and nipping at her lip when she protested.
“You are my wife and I’m going to carry you to my bed,” he growled. “If you have a problem with that, tell me right now. Otherwise I expect you to be a good, pretty queen and obey your king.”
She bit his lip, nearly drawing blood, before stealing his breath with a punishing kiss. He wanted to laugh at the change in her. Just moments ago, she had been unsure if she could please him. It would be his honour to prove her wrong, to show her what she had clearly missed out on.
Formal and prim, a proper royal. But that bite told him what he knew deep down. The fervour that lingered under her skin would make even the most sensual person blush.
“Take me to bed, King,” she challenged, looking almost as surprised as he felt at her brazenness. He would punish her for that insolence and take pleasure in doing so.
When he covered her mouth again, the taste of her drove him wild with need. Before they got to his bed, he put her down, spinning her so she faced away.
He carefully untied the strings of the overskirt he’d made for her—though she didn’t know his hands had bled from stitching the flowers on himself.
The moment he’d seen her wearing his gift, accepting it, his heart soared. He couldn’t place the feeling as it built in his heart.
“Thank you,” she whispered as he handled the skirt with care, folding it once and then draping it over the chaise.
“For what?” He delighted in the shiver of her raised skin as he allowed himself a sweep of his lips across her neck.
“The skirt.”
“It was my pleasure.”
His capable hands moved to the lacing on her Elven dress. The gown loosened as the strings fell one by one and he untied the knots, placing kisses on each inch of exposed skin.
“Tell me about this?” he asked as he revealed a beautiful tattoo of flowers that trailed down her rib cage, disappearing under the skirt.
“When my element solidified, I felt compelled to get the tattoo, but I almost didn’t.”
“Why not?” he asked, taking his time to memorize the way thin lines bled into thick ones, weaving through the arrangement expertly.
He felt her shrug. “I was to be queen. Even though tattoos are common among the Fae, encouraged even, I felt above it.”
That brought a smile to his face because he’d always wondered why she was the only Idavoll royal who didn’t have tattoos.
Westley had the one on his neck that ran all the way down his shoulder and arms. Souther had the most detailed back tattoo he’d ever seen.
And Easta’s leg and thigh tattoos were always showcased with her high slits and exposed skin.
But North was modest, so Vali never would’ve been granted the honour of seeing her in this state of undress. He wanted all the pieces she wouldn’t allow others to have.
“What changed your mind?” He paused his removal of her clothes, understanding this was somehow important and he wouldn’t want to miss it. As if he sensed that this would be difficult for her, he placed steadying hands on her arms and pulled her back against his chest.
“The Block hit, and I was separated from my . . . bond.” Vali couldn’t help the growl that escaped him as he thought of the fucker who’d pretended to be his wife’s mate. North’s head fell against his chest as if reassuring him she was okay.
“I wanted to feel connected to my magic again. I know it’s silly, but—”
“It’s not,” he interrupted. “It makes sense. And it’s beautiful.”
“Thank you.”
He fell to his knees so he could reach the skin of her lower back, moving away just enough to let the dress fall, revealing the sapphire-blue panties she wore—ones that matched his robes.
With her still facing away from him, he kissed along the edges of the lacy fabric, first at her hips and then down the seams that cut across her beautifully tight ass. He hooked a finger around the waistband and nuzzled into her skin.
“These are now mine,” he said, replacing his finger with his teeth as he began to drag them off.
“You cannot have my underclothes, King,” she replied haughtily.
He spanked her, eliciting a surprised gasp that made his pulse race and his cock throb.
“Obey your king, Pretty Queen.”
“Or what?”
He spanked her again, and that sound, gods fucking damn it, that sound was his new favourite thing in the entire universe.
“Or I will have to punish you as I see fit,” he warned, taking his time dragging the fabric down her toned legs.
Goddess, she was perfect.
“Do your worst,” she taunted, sticking her ass out in clear invitation.
“I see my queen likes to be disobedient.”
“Disobedient implies that you are somehow my keeper, yet you are the one on your knees.” Where he would gladly stay.
His tongue trailed up the inside of her legs, begging for more. She lifted one leg onto the bed, giving him full access to her centre, but he kept moving, his tongue tracing the lines of her body. She whimpered.
Without warning he spun her around, causing her to fall onto the bed on that tempting ass, her legs parting before him.
He became feral, his eyes falling prey to her pretty pussy.
“Tell me, Pretty Queen, what would it take for you to behave?” His fingers danced along the edges of her hip bones where her tattoo continued.
“You are far too dressed to be demanding things from me, King.”
Her eyes scanned up his fully clothed person. She had a point.
Not wanting to miss a single reaction, he stood in front of her as she watched him slowly undress, taking his time to remove each piece of clothing. When he removed his shirt, her eyes widened at his lean but toned frame.
He was only self-conscious for a moment, thinking of their discussion of her tattoo and the way Fae and Vanir liked to ink themselves with beautiful artwork. He had kept himself unmarked.
His entire expanse of skin was without a single tattoo, and her lips quirked.
“You will only bear my marks, King,” she promised.
Fucking Hel.
He dropped his pants, watching her teeth sink into her full lip as she took him in, hard and ready for her. How could he not be? She began shifting fully onto the bed and he growled.
“Who said you could move?”
“Who said I couldn’t?”
His cock twitched.
“You’re going to pay for your wicked tongue,” he said, stalking towards her.
“At least one of us has a wicked tongue.”
His eyes flashed with the challenge as she opened her legs.
If she thought he’d take her up on that taunt and give her what she clearly wanted, she was sure to be disappointed.
Of course, he desperately wanted to. But he needed to be inside her first—so that when he did finally taste her, she would already belong to him.
Vali sprang onto the bed, gripping her by the waist as she sat up in surprise, and flipped her onto her stomach. He braced himself behind her, sliding his cock up the seam of her ass. She pushed herself back into him, the pressure nearly undoing him.
He leaned over her back and nipped her ear, whispering, “Why would I need to use my tongue when you’re already wet for me?”
Proving his point, he gripped her hips, lifting her until she rose onto her knees. When he had her where he wanted her, he moved one hand between her thighs, testing her entrance. Her breathy inhale sucked the air from his lungs.
She was wet, but he wanted more.
Sinking a finger into her, he worked his thumb on her clit. He pressed his cock against her, letting her feel him there, waiting and ready, his hips moving in time with his fingers. She was breathy and her ass pushed back with each thrust.
He inserted a second finger and then another, stretching her. She was so fucking tight. Her movements became more demanding, which wasn’t going to work for him. He was too close.
When he removed his hand all at once, she turned to glare, the sight burning into his brain. A slap on her ass again, harder this time, and her head dropped to the pillow with a moan.
“You’ll come when I say you can come, Queen.”
“Vali, please,” she pleaded, moaning as he moved his fingers back inside her.
He scraped his canines against her back as he worked her body. The moment he felt her clench, he removed his hand again, enjoying the way she swore in frustration.
“If you expect me to fuck you after this little display, you’re mistaken,” she said angrily as he toyed with the swollen skin just around where she needed him most.
“Threatening me?” He pushed his length against her, stifling his own groan, revelling in the mess he was making of her. He continued his teasing until she was practically vibrating beneath him.
“Make me come, King,” she begged when he removed his hand again.
“What a good pretty queen,” he whispered, sliding his fingers back into her drenched core and working her until her gasps became moans and she clenched around his fingers.
“Vali.” She cried his name as she came, liquid dripping down his hand. He pumped his fingers relentlessly, drawing out her pleasure, loving the way his name sounded on her lips.
“Ready for me?” he asked.
When she didn’t answer, he slid his hand into her hair and tugged, turning her head until she met his gaze.
“I said,” he said through gritted teeth, pressing the head of his cock at her entrance, “are you ready for me?”
“Yes,” she breathed, eyes burning. That’s all he needed to hear before gripping his length and guiding himself into her wet and ready centre. The sound of her taking him was so carnal it took every ounce of his strength not to fuck her into oblivion.
“Holy fucking goddess,” he exclaimed, his head dropping to her back. He couldn’t resist sliding all the way out and slowly re-entering her.
The way she responded, he must be hitting the spot. He held his resolve, slowly gliding in and out until she clenched and cried out again.
He couldn’t help it then—he was frenzied, his instincts taking over, urging him to claim her body with his. He slammed into her, fucking her hard to mark her as his.
She met his advances, arching up and pushing back harder and harder, taking his cock better than he could have dreamed.
Gripping her hips for more purchase, for more of her, he was driven mad with desire. Though he was inside her, his need for her grew—like he might die if he couldn’t get closer.
He spanked her, moving his hand around to thumb her clit, feeling her clench and unclench around him, her screams of pleasure driving him wild.
“Fuck, North, I never want to stop,” he gritted.
His cock throbbed and pulsed, his balls tightened. When she came a third time, his name once again on her lips, he spilled into her, roaring with pleasure, drawing every ounce of come he could before he faded into the oblivion that was his queen.