Chapter 38
Max
With a dry mouth, I lower onto Kaden’s lap, body facing the roaring fire.
“Look at me.”
Glancing over my shoulder, I swallow, steeling my nerves. I’ve wanted the Dark Fae since the night I let him consume my blood. My body all but begs for his touch now.
I won’t be shy. I’ll give into the dark urges inside me. The ones he brings out, nurtures, likes.
Keeping my eyes firmly on him, his nimble fingers pull my panties off, and unbinds my breasts from the strip of fabric across them.
“Open your legs.”
Taking a deep breath, I obediently follow his commands, letting my thighs part slightly, resting against his outstretched legs. Like this, I’m completely bare, my knees quivering in the firelight.
This is very different than the stolen moments with the bard at the village, where he touched me under moonless nights hidden in the trees and meadows surrounding us. It had been fast and quick, too shy to ask for more. I had been glad he couldn’t see me and could only feel my body against his.
Now, here with Kaden, he sees everything. Every mark, every freckle, every spot of pale flesh blemished or scarred. He drinks in every tarnish, keeping it for himself.
Hungry eyes fasten to the juncture between my legs, feasting on my bare pussy. One fang slips over his bottom lip in a savage display of want.
“You’re no monster, kitten. You are a goddess sent to torment me,” he growls, his hands forcing my legs wider, pulling them until they drape over each of his knees.
Gasping my heart flutters in my chest as anticipation dances along my nerves.
“And now you’ll see how a true monster worships a goddess. How you should be worshiped.”
Nails scratch along my thighs, leaving behind red lines as he stops right at my pussy, body taunt as he holds back.
There’s a pause. He’s debating something, and it kills me that he doesn’t move. “Kaden,” I murmur and he exhales, resolve broken.
“Watch, kitten,” he purrs, grabbing my chin and forcing me to look down at his hands. “You should see how beautiful you look, wide open, pussy dripping before I’ve even touched you. Gods, you’re a sight.”
He cups me possessively, teeth biting my ear with a harsh sting. I pant, pleasure spiking even as pain radiates from my ear and I arch.
“Gods, I don’t know what you did to me, but you’ve brought me to my knees. I’ve lost all semblance of control when it comes to you. Now, you’re fucking mine. Do you hear me, Max? This, all of you, is mine.”
Without warning, two fingers slipped inside me, thumb finding my clit with just the right pressure. My head falls back as he starts to pump tantalizingly slow. My eyes close and the pleasure grows, humming against that ache.
Gods, I feel full, pleasantly stretched around his fingers. This is what I’ve been waiting for. Desire and want curl into my belly, euphoria slamming through me as how right this feels. How good he feels playing with me.
This pleasure is so unlike what I’ve experienced before. Kaden glides in and out, wet noises echoing around us, fighting against the crackles of the dying fire. Lust builds with every twist of his skilled fingers.
Whimpering, he continues to tease me and keep his speed slow. Watching my face, he memorizes every tell, seeing what works to draw me higher or what coaxes a moan from my lips.
“No, no, Max,” Kaden tsks, his other hand wrapping possessively around my front as my eyes flutter close. He forces me to look down at his fingers.
Gods, this is erotic—to watch another pleasure me. “Keep your eyes open. You’re going to watch your body be fucked. I want you to see how well you take my hand, how fervently I own this pussy. How it will only cum when I let it.”
“Gods,” I breathe, throat contracted. He squeezes and my pussy reacts, tightening. Flushing, I lose myself to the feel of him inside me.
He chuckles, laugh caressing my skin like smoke. “The only god here is you. Let me worship this body the way it was met to be.”
Skilled fingers dive between my folds, pumping in a steady rhythm, drawing me tight. As lewd as it is to watch, I’m transfixed. I can’t look away. The way his fingers dive and twist—the way his thumb strokes against my clit that jolts me with each turn.
Soon, I’m moaning loudly, hips bucking to meet him halfway. As delicious as this is, it’s slow and I need more.
“Kaden,” I plead, feeling that blossoming orgasm building up within me. Sweat dots along my chest, dripping down my middle. “Please.”
“Are you begging me now, little kitten?” He laughs, kissing my temple in a tender act that’s at odds with how torturous he’s playing with me. How hard he rubs against the nub between my thighs, earning sparks of pleasure shooting along my limbs. “Do you want to cum?”
I nod shakily. I’m right there but I can’t reach the peak without his help.
“Say it.”
Inhaling deeply, I lick my bottom lip. “Please let me cum.” I’ll die if he doesn’t.
“Gods, Max, you sound delicious when you beg.” He smiles into my hair.
He doesn’t give me a warning before he picks up speed, hands soaked from his actions. Under me is wet, but I don’t care. What he’s doing to me should be considered an art form, a beautiful portrait of control and lust. My hands grab his forearms, nails biting into his skin as he keeps me still.
I’m merely a plaything at this point, trapped to let him use my body as he sees fit. My teeth break the skin of my lip, blood scenting the air as his thumb rubs hard half circles along my clit.
Crying out, my magic rises, rippling over me, lashing out against Kaden. He hisses, holding me as the orgasm crests and I shout out, vision darkening.
I crash, weightless, against Kaden who cradles me close. Kissing my neck, I close my eyes as he rolls us on to the rug. Looking up, his amber eyes are pitch black.
“One.”
Warmth fuses through me as he settles between my thighs.
“One?”
His cock, thick and long presses against my entrance, and I gulp. I’ve already found release, but the idea of him finally being inside of me, makes my heart thump soundly.
“I’m keeping count of how many times I get you to cum tonight, kitten,” he says, nuzzling my neck.
His tongue trails my pulse point and I shudder, core damp and ready again. If he bites me now, will it increase the pleasure or dampen it? There’s only one way to find out.
“As much as I would love nothing more than to taste you again.” He sighs into my skin, leaning back. Those black eyes shimmer against the fire, possessing him with some otherworldly glow. “I’d rather be the one to bleed for you.”
“Bleed for me?” I ask, breathless. I’m not sure what he means.
He reaches out with his shadows, pinning my legs wide, as he sits back on his knees, staring at my entrance like it’s the most beautiful sight in the world. His cock sits out front, glorious, the top glistening with his arousal.
Kaden looks good on his knees before me.
“How do you want to bleed for me?” I gesture to his body. “Not all of us have fangs.”
Grinning, his black hair falls over his shoulder in a tangled heap. He steals a kiss, tongue swiping out to gather my taste into his mouth as if he wants me to always be a part of him.
When he pulls back, he’s holding my hand over his chest.
“Try. Cut into me.”
He’s not just asking for bloodletting, he wants me to use my magic on him.
The magic that doesn’t stir when he’s near because it trusts him. He’s not a threat to me.
Brows furrowing, I shake my head. “I can’t. I don’t hear you.”
“Try,” he stresses, pressing my nails into his chest.
At his insistence, I do. I try to focus the magic on his blood, locate his heart.
The image is very fuzzy in my head, as if it doesn’t want to intrude. Ironic that the one person my magic shouldn’t trust, it does.
Traitor.
“It’s not working.”
Reaching for my dagger, he swiftly slices into his chest, a long line of red beading up behind the blade. I wince at the sudden streak.
“Now try.”
“Are you insane?” I push up on my forearms, watching the blood fall. “What if your beast freaks out?”
“I’ve never been as in control as I am with you.” Black eyes plead with me, begging me to understand what he’s saying. And I do.
I feel the same with him. His nearness relaxes my magic, allows my control to fasten. I don’t hear the pumping around him, I don’t fold under the weight of my magic. He is peace, my peace, in a sea of chaos.
Against my lips, he whispers, “Try, Max. Please.”
Carefully, I focus my magic on his blood. Without the barrier of his skin, I’m able to hone in on the drops though it’s difficult, and pull it toward me with bent fingers.
It hovers in front of us and he smiles wide. “Fucking beautiful.”
My cheeks redden with his praise. His bald admiration for magic swells inside of me.
Bringing the blood up, I paint his chin and lips and then run what’s left between my breasts, marked in depravity just for him.
“You look fearsome covered in blood, kitten,” he says reverently. “You’d make a formidable enemy on the battlefield.”
“Good thing we’re not enemies.”
Kaden fists my hair, tugging me back to the floor, as his cock nudges as my entrance, only entering enough to cause me to gasp.
“We’re not, are we?” he murmurs, mouth nibbling on my bottom lip. “You have me completely at your mercy. The Crowned Prince, Heir to the Shadowlands, and I would willingly submit to you for just another taste of your mouth.”
I reach for him, but he uses his shadows to pin my hands over my head. Laughing, I tilt my head. “Who is at whose mercy now, heir?”
Bracing above me, he swipes blood from my body and coats his shaft, mixing it with his precum, before lining up to my center.
“With those eyes? Me.” Sliding in, I gasp at the delicious friction. He pauses, retreating before slamming back in. “I’m wholly at your mercy.”
Moaning, I cling to him as he pumps into me. Home. He feels like home. Something I’ve been missing.
“Fuck,” he groans, as the shadows pull on my wrists, reacting to our emotions. He drives into me, my body being used and worshiped at once, begging for more of his darkness.
“You feel amazing.”
I moan. “You should feel it from my end.”
Stealing another kiss, his picks up his speed, and I meet him for every thrust. Greedily, I take whatever he’ll give me as we scrape across the fur rug. Burns cover my back, but I don’t care, I only want him.
Sweat drips off his brow, smearing against me. He smells like burnt pine and copper blood, like devious dreams and sin. Struggling against the bindings, my arousal deepens and he laughs.
Swollen and messy, my pussy aches as my limbs shake and his hand drifts between us. Rubbing my clit, his mouth finds my nipple and with a sharp tug, I shout out, senses overwhelmed.
My climax comes hard and fast like lightning over the horizon. I shout out, lungs tight as my head spins, thoughts gone.
He continues thrusting into me, never breaking stride as his smile presses against my temple.
Ecstasy so intense floods my senses as my body rides the wave and he bites my shoulder, growling into my ear.
His seed floods me moments later, and he collapses, whimpering as a smaller orgasm shakes through me.
Gods. Smiling, body shuddering, I drop back on to the carpet, eyelids heavy. I think I could love him if that happens every time.
He lifts his head, peering down at me, brow furrowed.
Lifting my hand, I touch his cheek. “What?”
Softly, he shakes his head, pulling the blanket over us. The fire is nothing more than flickering embers and the chill of the room is starting to drift over my skin.
“Nothing,” he replies, forehead wrinkled as he tries to put pieces of a puzzle together. “Sleep, pet. I’ve got you.” He tucks me against him and I nod, content to be in his arms.