Chained to the Devil’s Daughter (Mating the Elements #1)

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Searra

H e attacked. He bit and sucked the sensitive skin of my inner thigh, hard enough to leave bruises hidden under my skirts for days. I whined and begged, proving I was nothing but a spoiled princess. My left hand grasped his horn, the other buried in his hair while I humped his head like a mew in heat.

“You’ve fucked with the wrong demon, Firefly.” His tone was devoid of sympathy. I whimpered incoherently, way too unraveled for someone who hadn’t even been breached yet. “Stop fucking squirming. You knew what would happen. Never call me that again.”

I tried, rings, I tried to keep still, but the attentions of his wrath were turned onto my pussy. His forked tongue flattened along my seam and licked with enough force to open my folds wide, slurping obscenely. His hungry sounds filled the forest like they belonged there, a predator in his natural habitat.

His muscles strained. He paused now and then to rein himself in, as though he could easily lose himself eating my pussy. The sight of such a powerful demon with alpha vibes to the flaming maximum being humbled by the taste of my dripping pussy had me writhing. Even as he unleashed an aggressive attack on my clit, he respected the wishes I now wished I’d never spoken aloud. Damn him for being such a flames-forsaken gentleman.

“If I can’t fuck your pretty cunt, I’ll force you to cum on my tongue,” he growled against my core, setting off a ripple of needy clenches. “My slutty little princess always liked me between her thighs, didn’t you?”

“Yes!” I clutched his horn with a vice-like grip and rolled my hips. So empty, too empty, it ached! “S-so beautiful between my thighs.”

“It’s not beauty you need right now, dearest bug. And it’s not beauty that you’ll get.”

Hot, void-black flames wrapped around my wrists and slammed them above me on the tree. More tendrils wrapped around each thigh, opening me wider, singing my flesh ever so slightly.

His voice was deep and carnal and he punctuated his words with two fingers plunging inside me. With long, massaging strokes, he coaxed my body to his will, my clit tingling with every sweep of his fingers inside me. Wrestling with my bindings, I mewled and cried pathetically, the pulsating sensation wracking my core consuming my thoughts.

“Ash!”

“Come for me, love bug. Let me taste you.”

He curved his fingers and stroked the secret spot in my body that only the two of us knew. My inner walls undulated with surprising strength, like they wanted to suck his fingers right up into my body. Ash’ren added a third finger, sucking hard on my clit until I was unconscious but for pulses of white-hot pleasure.

Ash’ren’s fingers slowed as the sensations became overstimulating. Reading my body like a romance novel, he switched to long, flat-tongued licks of my seam.

His moans remained erotic as he kissed the wetness on my thighs. His shoulders quaked under my legs. Unsure when my eyes had closed, I looked down to see his trousers slung around thick, muscular thighs. His cock was in his hand, which slowed its strokes like he planned to put it away.

Grabbing hold of his horn, I forced his head back to look at me. His features darkened at whatever he saw. Black flames coiled out from his irises, no color in sight.

I dipped two fingers in my pussy and brought them to my lips, moaning at the taste of my arousal, igniting a fresh wave of achy throbbing. I dipped inside again, bringing the wetness to my right nipple and swirling my fingers, feeling it tighten, then did the same for the left.

With my grip on his horn holding him an inch shy of my opening, I forced him to watch as I worked myself wide again, ignoring my clit to avoid causing myself pain. I scissored my fingers, spreading myself open but out of reach, then carefully inserted a finger and began a euphoric massage.

“Mine,” he growled, his attentive stare hungry as he began to pant. His shoulders quaked under my bottom, his strokes gaining speed. “My cunt, princess.”

“Yours, ohhh.” I slid another finger inside with a moan, surprised it felt as good as it did. “Always yours, Ash.”

On the next stroke, I dared to touch the button of nerves above my dripping slit. I quaked with such force that my head dropped back against the tree. Ash’ren used the moment to wrench his horn from my grasp and slam his face between my legs, pistoning his tongue until my lungs refused to cooperate.

When the orgasm settled and I could feel my body again, I gazed at my demon, his features glistening with awe and my arousal. For a moment, there was nothing but us and the tapestry of stars above, no missing years taunting the edges.

Shy butterflies danced in my abdomen as he cleaned me up with his clever tongue, then gracefully let me down, setting my feet on the fireless ground and fixing the neckline of my gown before tucking his dick away. He looked at the white mess at the base of the tree and grimaced.

“Sorry, Fyre. Hope we, ah, still have your blessing.” He patted the tree awkwardly, and I burst into laughter.

I glanced to where the circle of violet flames had disappeared but for one little patch. “I mean, it had to know what it was doing. This isn’t our first visit.”

“Only the first in many years, and the first of many to come.” He took my chin in two fingers, the musk of his release and my arousal wafting between us as he kissed me deeply. “I fucking love you, Firefly.”

“I love you, too.”

“Mine,” he whispered.

“Yours. Always.”

I leaned my head against his chest and our hands found each other again. We swayed to the rhythm of the forest for long moments until something deep in my gut warned we’d best be getting back soon.

“Ready?” he asked, reading my mind.

“No.”

“Me either.” He kissed the top of my head. I grumbled, but followed his lead, clutching his hand with both of mine.

When we reached the edge of the Flamewoods, Ash’ren stopped me with a gentle tug. I let him pull me close and accepted the syrupy kiss he offered, tasting myself on his tongue, hungrily trying to steal more. He resisted, staying sweet. A harsh contrast to the beast he left behind in the woods.

When we parted, I caught something in his gaze that made my whole body whisper his name. That look. How I’d ever spent so much time away from it and lived to tell the tale was beyond comprehension. My belly ached, almost like nausea but not, as images of miniature Ash’rens fluttered through my imagination.

His hands retreated to his pockets. His brow creased, and he dug deeper in his trousers. I pursed my lips to keep the laughter down.

“What are you digging for? Treasure?”

His fiery gaze snapped to mine, and he winked, melting my last brain cell. “Why don’t you come and find out?”

I smirked. He lifted something between us. A purple teardrop-shaped seed. “What’s this?”

“A flame raven gave it to me. A token for its new mate.”

“You’re mated to a bird, Ash’ren?” I asked, crossing my arms. “You don’t have to make me jealous to win my affections.”

“No need to be jealous over what’s already yours.” Ash’ren plonked the seed into my cleavage. “Besides, there’s no way this seed would sprout. It was in the wastelands. Take it until I can give you my true mate mark.”

Flaming wings fluttered in my chest at the thought of bearing his mark, a feeling that lingered until we reached the sliver of open ground between the woods and the garden. Our time was at an end. With a rueful glance over my shoulder and a silent vow to make this man my king as soon as possible, we crossed into the gardens.

I paused when we reached the trunk of the dragoncherry tree. Ash’ren quirked a brow but followed as I walked further into the garden, past an empty saucer of cream. At a small, decorative bench, I bent and carved a hole.

For all we knew, this stubborn seed may have been blowing through the wasteland for centuries. Still, it might have some life in it yet. I couldn’t give up on something that had potential, especially when that something had brought my one true love back into my life.