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

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Searra

T he moment the words left my mouth, I found myself in Ash’ren’s arms. Mine instinctively looped around his neck, a human bride with the demonic owner of her heart.

I’d expected the sentinels guarding the private rooms to be wide-eyed and horrified, having not been in the hall to hear the announcement, but I was only half correct. A younger guard I recognized as Smok’in’s sibling gaped at our brazen display, but Smok’in was unfazed. He simply nodded and opened the door.

When we entered my private suite, Ash’ren impatiently slammed me against the wall. Decades of longing swapped between our mouths, his bruising claim on my lips unmistakable. No more stolen kisses, no more hidden moments. The slow burn of our life accumulated into this very moment. Something cool drew a line down my cheek. Ash’ren licked it away.

My head tipped against the wall as I gasped for breath. Little black flames left ghostly lines on his crimson cheeks. I swiped at the flames, which tickled my fingertips like the half-melted snowflakes that drifted from Hydra’s ever-frozen mountains.

“I want you inside me, Ash.”

He did not ask if I was sure. With a low, primal purr, Ash’ren slammed my wrists above me on the wall. I gasped as black flames wound around them and up the wall like vines, only to attach to a sconce a foot away from the door frame. Another vine wound around my waist, two more circling my butt cheeks.

“If those hands come down, I’ll burn your ass so hard you won’t be able to sit on the throne in the morning. Understood?”

I whimpered and nodded, though subtly tried tugging the flame ropes. There was no way I’d be able to pull free unless he wanted me to.

Something tickled its way up my skirt at the same time his hands braced themselves on the midseam of my button-down blouse. At once, I was freed of all my clothing, courtesy of his claws and tail.

“You beast!” I accused.

“Don’t you ever forget it.” He winked, a domineering look shrouding his features in shadow. My claiming of him before the court had indeed released the beast within, and I was ready to be devoured. My arousal was sharp, insistent, growing dire.

“Do your worst, demon.”

“That’s my girl,” he cooed.

His flame ropes pulled tautly. Splayed open for his devouring, I was helpless. He surveyed my body, on lewd display. With a contemplative hum, the ropes tightened even more, pulling me higher off the ground until my feet—still adorned with silver heels—dangled, struggling for purchase.

“Much better.” He knelt before me, claws out, and traced my ankles, calves, my outer thighs. His crimson stare was a whirlwind of fire and lust that I wanted to wrap around myself like a blanket and fuck underneath. “What a beautiful queen you make, bared for me like this. I’m going to defile you in so many ways tonight, my queen.”

He was toying with me, made obvious by his casual palming of my breasts, sweeping his thumbs over the pebbled tips. That infuriatingly arrogant grin of his sent hot pulses dancing through my body, chased by pure bliss when he pinched, my blood spiking.

Chuckling, he kissed each knee as he propped them above his shoulders, peppering my inner thighs with searing kisses while his claws explored the curves of my ass. His tail traveled freely and combined with the licks of black magic that danced along my skin. He was everywhere . It was almost terrifying how badly my body longed to be consumed by his flames.

“And you are my king—ah!” I yelped and bucked when his sharp teeth sank into the fleshy part of my inner thigh, hard enough I felt a trickle of blood seep out before his forked tongue licked it away.

“You are my queen, and I am your pawn.” His tone was gentle but firm, leaving no room for correction. “In these walls, I serve no people, no purpose, but your pleasure. By any means necessary.” The rope around my wrists heated ever so slightly. Enough to make me squirm. “Am I clear?”

“Y-yes.”

“Good girl.”

The ropes cooled and his attention returned to my flesh, kissing tenderly everywhere except where I needed him. His hands snaked around my upper thighs, holding me wide open until I was naught but a chasm of need. My legs dangling over his biceps, he kissed below my navel, then a little higher, and higher. He groaned a masculine sound that awakened something in the spot on my abdomen beneath his lips.

“I’m going see your womb fat with my babies, my love. I’m going to breed you, over and over, until all you know is the heavy weight of my pups inside you.”

“Ash.” I tried to cross my legs around his neck, to urge him forward, but his strength was too great. He tucked my knees in the crooks of his elbows and held so tight I couldn’t move.

“Patience, my queen.” The look he cast me was so unholy I wanted to smack it right off him, but then that forked tongue snaked out, licking the seam of my outer lips where they met my left thigh. Cleaning up the slickness that had smeared there. The flaming jerk was playing with me.

“If I’m your queen, you must obey me.”

He laughed heartily and licked the other side. “Is that so?”

“Mmm—mmhmm.” My eyes drifted closed.

“Eyes on me, Firefly.”

My breath shivered, but I forced myself to watch as he finally positioned his wicked mouth before my most intimate folds. The soft breeze of his warm breath is enough to send my hole fluttering and flooding. Judging by his animalistic growl, he noticed.

He kissed above my clit, which throbbed in protest, begging to be touched. Then he kissed lower, and lower, angling my legs so I was spread before him like a feast.

I itched to grab his horns, to ride his face with the same recklessness I used to name him before the court, but I could not. This was nothing like the Flamewoods. He was claiming me from the inside out, no restraint, no pretense of going slow. He drew a sinful line from the lowest point of my pussy to the top, my clit slipping between either side of his damned tongue, denied the sweetness of his touch.

“Ash. . .”

“Louder.”

“Ash!” I cried out. His tail wound around my thighs like a harness, forcing obedience. Submission. I cried his name over and over, writhing without accomplishing anything under all his bindings. “Ash’ren!”

His tongue delved between my folds repeatedly, until finally, he broke the spell with a tender kiss to my poor, neglected clit. The small touch released a burst of sensitivity that sang through my skin. A garbled cry tore from my throat, my head lolling as he unleashed his tongue without restraint.

The orgasm rendered me so useless that his restrictions might as well have fallen from my limp body. His moans and slurps filled my tortured senses while white-hot rapture took hold. Through bleary eyes, I watched him feast, drinking my pussy like it was a goblet of holy water.

“Such a good little queen,” he purred in a low, seductive tone. He pulled away, his face glistening with my arousal from forehead to chin. His sly grin was half reverence, half pride as he used his thumbs to pull me open, inner walls still clenching restlessly. “Look at this pretty pussy hole, searching for me. Creamed and ready for me. I’ll worship you for the rest of my life if you keep giving me your cum so sweetly this way.”

The flames on my wrists let up and I dropped roughly onto his shoulders. Leaning back onto his haunches, he lowered to his bottom. Letting his knees splay out, he guided my left ankle to the floor. He took my right foot and pressed the slender heel to his heart. Gripping the back of my knee, he forced a little pressure on it. Surrendering to me.

“How do you want me, my queen?”

I hummed in appreciation of his deference, rubbing my wrists where his flames had bound me. I appraised the spiraling coil of blackness that still licked up my thigh, the way it burned only the barest amount, like a candle, as it caressed my body. I reached for it, and his magic jolted under my attention. Taking it in hand, I gave it an experimental tug, grinning at the way his magic allowed me to use it.

“Oh, elements, I’m in trouble,” Ash’ren murmured in awe. His throat bobbed, looking from my hand to my mischievous smirk.

“Lift your head.”

Like a good little pet, he obeyed, and I looped the coil of black fire around his neck, tugging it like a leash. He moaned, and I glanced down to see a fresh glob of wetness stain the massive tent in his trousers.

“Good boy.”

“Fuck, Searra.” His voice was like coals scraping together.

“You want to be used by your queen?”

“Yes!”

“Beg.”

“Use me, Firefly. Please.” Piercing, all-black eyes pleaded with me. “Please, use me like your pawn. I promise to be good. Please”

“You beg like such a good little pet. Follow.” I stepped toward the bed. He clamored to all fours and did as he was told. I slipped the rope from my wrist and wrapped it around a post at the foot of the bed. “Stay.”

His all-black gaze seared me from behind as I sauntered across the large bedroom suite to the fancy vanity with its, wide shell-shaped mirror. His growl told me he knew exactly what was coming when I pulled out the thin, wide drawer in the center.

“Who should wear the jewel tonight, demon?” I met his gaze in the mirror and twirled a solid gold butt plug with a shimmering purple amethyst decorating the stud.

“Whoever you wish, my queen.”

Ash’ren was a crumpled mess, leaning against the bedpost like his body was too heavy. His hands were in fists on his knees. One twitched in the direction of his cock, but a sharp look by his queen made it ball up tighter.

His lips twitched like he was going to speak.

“Oh? Do you have a request? You have been so very good.”

I set the jeweled plug back in the drawer and turned to approach my obedient demon, who kept still as a statue. I dropped to my knees between his legs and held his gaze as I fished out his cock and discarded his trousers. Trailing fingernails up his ankles, calves, thighs, I didn’t touch his cock but for the whisper of a kiss to the soft skin below its weeping tip.

“I want Marshmallow.”

I froze. I searched his face a moment, pausing our filthy game. This, as in all things, was love first and fun second. Taking care of each other’s heart was more important than a good time.

“Are you sure? Won’t it be. . . I mean, we usually work up to that.”

Ash’ren shook his head once, hard. He reached for my face and I pressed my cheek into his hand.

“I want—fuck, it sounds ridiculous, but I need it.”

“Not ridiculous at all, my love.” I kissed his palm, then allowed my playful side back in charge. “Give me your wrists, naughty one.”

I took the void-black rope from the bedpost and tested it. The hint of a smirk graced his features as it grew to accommodate my needs. Using his magic to let me bind his wrists before wrapping them back around the wooden post, high enough that his arms dangled. I watched my brave suitor in the mirror as I returned to the vanity and retrieved our beloved flogger.