House of Mages and Raven (Shades of Ruin and Magic #4)

Chapter 18

18

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I strolled into the dark forest, my heart fluttering in thrilled anticipation, as I’d scented Rowan a mile away. He was waiting inside Underhill. It was like comfort food to have a man waiting for you.

Two shadow beasts trotted on either side of me, escorting me to work.

Barbie had gone silent for five long minutes after my departure from the House of Chaos, and now she couldn’t help but perk up and voice her opinions as if she were my boss.

You’re a sex worker now, she said. I want you to take your job seriously. Act like a pro, even if you don’t feel like it.

But I feel like it, I countered.

Whatever. Just remember our principle—you don’t work, you don’t eat, she said.

That’s what the shifter prince said, isn’t it? I questioned her, not liking her taking a tone of authority with me. Didn’t we always have issues with authority? So why did she pull that stunt with me? And you’re quoting him now? We aren’t even shifters. Plus, I don’t eat, you don’t get to eat either. I’m not trying to avoid work, but while I work hard, you need to find a job as well. It’s unfair for me to be the sole bread earner and do all the hard work. Also, we should come up with a schedule, like working five days a week and resting during the weekends.

I was bluffing. I enjoyed working seven days a week plus overtime. I wanted to see Rowan every second of the day, but I was dealing with Barbie, who always walked all over everyone if you let her.

Right, you should also have paid vacations, she said sarcastically. Anyway, I want you to be smart. Get the prince hooked, but don’t get yourself more hooked than he is. Men are fickle. And the princes are all ruthless to the bone. Don’t focus on pleasure, since we need more diamonds. Things don’t seem too hot for us in Shades Academy now, so we might have to leave at very short notice if shit becomes too much.

We can deal with any shit, I said. I didn’t want to leave this place where I felt at home.

She rolled her eyes, which annoyed me.

I gotta go to work, I said irritably, my long legs striding toward the cabin. You should not distract me. If I deliver a piss-poor service, Rowan will complain about the quality, and then we might not see a single diamond from him again. These days when quality is dropping everywhere, we must keep our standards high.

That made her quiet.

I smirked, bursting with giddiness and continuing on my path toward my man, a song ringing my head?—

’Cause I am your lady…

That’s Celine Dion’s “The Power of Love,” Barbie accused.

Yes, love is powerful, as is lust, I agreed.

No love lasts. Don’t fall for your prince client. Just do your job, she said bitterly.

Yeah, yeah, please don’t let your negativity drag me down. I need an upbeat spirit and a can-do attitude for this job if you still want more pink diamonds.

That shut her up again. A scorned chick she might be, but she loved diamonds more.

I peeked over the cedars and pines extending to the depths of Underhill and inhaled the scents of honeysuckle, bitter oranges, and wild magic, a deep-seated satisfaction settling in me. I was seizing the day, looking at this magical night through my own eyes.

A lone wooden cabin stood ahead of me, bathed in moonlight. Wild rose petals adorned the patch of earth leading to the cabin, courtesy of Underhill.

“Knock, knock!” I said sultrily.

“Come in,” Rowan’s deep voice sounded from inside.

I pushed open the door and jogged in, my face brightening at prince lounging on a new king-size bed covered with a silky duvet.

Instead of showing off his glorious nudity as I’d fantasized, he wore a white tunic and casual trousers. He was the only heir who dressed conservatively. But as soon as he shrugged off his clothes, he was no longer a gentleman but a savage like me.

The potent lust in his silver eyes mirrored mine as they roamed over my body, inch by inch. I shivered at the caress of his intense gaze and thrust my chest out for him to admire, as I saw other females do when they paraded themselves in front of the princes.

I had my usual cuirass on like a badge of honor. My leather skirt barely skimmed my thighs. If I bent over just a little, Rowan could see my bare pussy. I never wore panties. Why hide your best asset?

I was tempted to show him my best asset right away, but I decided to tease my man first. Rowan remained where he was, trying to play cool, but the massive bulge that distorted the front of his trousers betrayed his thick desire. I smirked, swaying my hips for good measure. Two could play the game, and I always came up the winner.

“You should’ve said ‘who’s there’ when I said ‘knock, knock,’” I purred.

“I knew it was you,” he said.

Underhill had given the cabin a facelift. The open ceiling was made from the canopies of ancient trees. Wild flowers sprouted from the ground. Other than the new bed, a round table with fancy chairs pressed against the wooden wall. There was even a nice leather couch in the room. Underhill must’ve shipped it in from somewhere.

“Did you bring it, sugar?” I asked as I approached the bed, swaying my hips sensually.

“Bring what?” he asked lazily.

“A diamond for Barbie,” I said.

“What?” He blinked, not expecting the direction of the conversation, since he was so hard, and he could see that I was more than eager to jump him. But we needed to take care of business first, as Barbie had drilled it into my brain. It’d become second nature.

I smiled at him. “A pink diamond for Barbie.”

He frowned. “Why?”

“I did a good job, didn’t I? In fact, I did a fabulous job every time. I fucked you nice and hard, and so Barbie requested a bonus from you. She’s blue. Let’s cheer her up by giving her one more diamond, the bigger the better. As a rich prince, you don’t want to give us the impression of being a cheap client.”

My fae prince sat upright, no longer making himself comfortable, his silver eyes bulging. “Client? She thinks I’m your client?”

“You’re not?”

Anger rippled across his handsome face after a moment of shock passed.

“She’s pimping you out?” he snarled.

I didn’t see why he was upset all of a sudden, but I liked his anger. Rage fucking never disappointed.

Barbie peeked out. I was glad this was getting her attention. She needed to live a little rather than being hung-up on the rejection of the chaos prince.

I smiled at my prince. “No money, no honey.”

“How many clients do you have?” Rowan demanded, rage beating beneath his skin, and I was utterly turned on. Did that count as morally gray?

“Just one, which is you, so far. I haven’t hunted for more, which is Barbie’s job anyway. For one, my time and my resources are limited.” I couldn’t tell him that I was limited to sharing a body with Barbie, and she was the primary. At

the stormy look on his handsome face, I added in a hurry, “Secondly, I haven’t agreed to take on other clients since no one else can compare to you. You’re amazing in bed, my sugar Rowan. Truly.”

My compliment did nothing to soothe him. Yet I wasn’t worried, and I planned to provoke him even more. I wasn’t in the habit of offering any male a safety net. They could be lovers, but they needed to go out and fight as well. Huddling in the comfort zone killed passion. And no male should ever take me for granted.

Marriages died because of that.

“And I’m not shy to admit it,” I said. I loved to chat excessively, since mostly I just talked to Barbie. Now that I was out and free, I wasn’t going to pass on any chance to socialize, and I enjoyed talking to my man. “I’ve started to see the appeal of a reverse harem ever since Barbie got me to read a lot of RH books lately.”

A storm was brewing in his silver eyes. My princeling was going to explode at any time.

“Barbie is a bad influence on you.” He ground his fangs. “If she’s taking a pimp’s role and thinks I’m your client, she’s going to have a rude awakening.”

Ask him what kind of awakening, Barbie barked at me.

“What kind of rude awakening, sugar?” I inquired.

“I’ll fucking slay any other clients ,” he said. “I’ll feed them with their intestines. I’ll soon have a harsh word with Barbie and set things straight.”

Barbie rolled her eyes at the threat, but I absolutely loved his possessiveness and viciousness.

I waggled my eyebrows. “Well, sugar, you’ll have to wait in line, since you aren’t the first one who’s demanding to have a word with her. But I beg you to have a gentler word with her than what you’re planning. She’s going through a rough patch. Also, you need to take into consideration that I never gave you the impression that I’d fully commit to you, and you agreed.”

“I agreed that I wouldn’t demand you live with me in the House of Fae since you refused outright,” he said. “But we both agreed on exclusivity. We agreed not to see anyone else. I haven’t fucked any other females since I met you. A deal is a deal,” he drawled, his tone lethal. “And now you want other dicks? There’ll be a pile of corpses at your feet!”

My blood ran so hot at his promises of violence.

“Chill, my sugar.” I grinned, climbing onto the bed, my clawed hand cupping his hard-on through his trousers. He growled in pleasure. “You’re the only dick I’ll ride. But Barbie is a businesswoman. She was raised poor and grew up without much in her life but misery and abuse, so she’s never felt secure. She still has a poor person’s mentality, even though we’re now in this rich realm. You wouldn’t understand, and you don’t need to understand it. Just give her a pink diamond and call it a win. You can always have me as your only honey.”

“It’s not about fucking diamonds,” he insisted, fury and jealousy tainting his silver eyes gunmetal gray. “This is about principle. She has no right to whore you out. How could she be so cruel and tasteless? I used to like her.”

“We’re together, aren’t we?” I coaxed him. “Do you want to argue away the rest of lovely hours or do you want me to ride you and pleasure you, my stallion?”

“I’m not your client! I’m your fucking lover,” he said, still pissed off while full of desire.

I tilted my head. “Some might debate that technically the difference is between paying and getting it for free.” I slid a hand into his trousers and pumped his length up and down. “There. You’re too intense, my lover.”

He stared at me incredulously, then shook his head. His lust for me won every time. “If that’s what it takes to have you, I’ll pay. Name your price, but I promise you, little monster, if you fuck anyone else, I’ll kill him.”

With a vicious growl, he pulled my hand out of his trousers and spun me around. In one swift move, he got me on all fours and shoved up my skirt, baring my pink pussy.

He moved behind me, dropping his trousers. I held my breath as I felt his thick crown pressed between my plump folds. Before I could wiggle my ass to urge him in, he thrust in brutally, rougher than before. There was no foreplay to prepare me and no gentle words. The fae prince had been containing his rage, and now he intended to punish me. His hard length plunged deep within me, stretching my walls. I could take it rough even if my cunt wasn’t already soaking wet.

Without giving me a break, he thrust into me harder and faster. If I were weaker, I’d cry out in pain. This was rage fucking, and I expected no less after what I’d put him through. He thrust and thrust, harder and faster, and I moaned at the increased pleasure, sparks dancing on my nerve endings.

He gripped my hips, sinking his fingertips into my flesh, as he kept pounding into me, every new thrust more forceful than the previous.

“So wet, little monster,” he groaned, his anger lessening a notch.

“I’m always wet for you,” I said, slamming my hips back, my bottom hitting his balls.

He growled in approval. He thrust again with punishing force, and I propelled toward him vehemently. His hard length pounded into my heated, narrow passage, hitting my G-spot again and again. The fae prince knew how to fuck. My muscles spasmed, tightening around his shaft, and he hissed in pleasure. I tried to twirl along his length for more stimulation, but I could barely move, since his massive cock filled my every inch.

“This cunt belongs to me,” he growled, pounding into me. His hand moved from my hip and cupped my left breast, squeezing and kneading my taut tit. “Anyone else who dares to fuck your cunt will beg for a quick death.”

“So possessive,” I crooned. “Do you know talking about violence turns me on?”

“How does this turn you on?” he asked and spanked my butt cheek.

The slight pain only brought more pleasure, making me moan louder.

“Harder,” I moaned.

“Am I still your client?” he demanded.

But I wasn’t ready to give in. I wanted to focus on a good fucking. He spanked me again and thrust into me with maddening rhythm and punishing strength.

“Yes!” I shouted. If that would get him into a raging mood and make him fuck me that hard, so be it. “Yes, fuck me! Spank me.”

He stilled. I tried to slam back toward him, but he pinned me in place, gripping my hips, not allowing me to move. I was incredibly strong, but he seemed to be stronger.

“Am I your client?” he asked in a deceptively soft voice while rage trembled under the surface.

“What is the answer you seek, my sugar?” I aimed for clever.

He withdrew slowly. “I’m not your fucking client. I won’t fuck you again if you consider me a client.”

“You aren’t my client,” I said quickly. I’d say anything and do anything to get the ball rolling again. There was this itch and need and ache in me, and only he could sate it. “You’re my princeling, my Rowan, my only sugar.”

I would persuade him to give Barbie a diamond after I was sated.

“Fuck me like you’ve never fucked before,” I urged.

“I fucked before and I fucked a lot,” he growled. “But I won’t fuck anyone else except you.” He drove back into me, and I cried out in pleasure and relief. “I’m marking this cunt. It’s mine and mine only.”

He lifted my ass higher in the air and pounded into me so hard that my boobs bounced violently. He kneaded my nipple before he moved his large hand and found purchase on my clit. He flicked it without care, and I cried out at the sensation. When he delivered a sequence of long, brutal thrusts while his large hand pinched the bundle of nerves, I exploded on his cock.

My cunt milked his shaft, and he cursed while riding through my climax. His cock pulsed violently before he shot hot jets into the depths of my cunt. His seed flowed into me, and his pure energy blasted out of him and poured into me. Barbie lunged, spooning the energy juice into herself.

“Take more, little monster. Take all you need,” Rowan growled, having no idea that Barbie was feeding instead of me. She cut in front of me, soaking in the pure lust energy like a glutton.

I also knew that she was doing it due to her bitterness at being a scorned, rejected chick.

I shook my head, letting it go. Rowan would produce more energy for me, and there was always more for all of us. A rising tide lifted all boats.

Rowan collapsed onto my back, his cock remaining hard in me. He kissed my neck, whispering my name like an unholy prayer. I wiggled my ass, demanding more, and my fae lover straightened himself and started to move inside me for the second round.

He drove into me relentlessly, grunting in satisfaction. Somehow, he was refraining from feeding from me, as if he had a plan for me. He hauled me backward against his muscled chest that was slick with his clean sweat. I was tall, yet I was petite compared to him. He got down on his knees, dragging me into his lap.

I gasped in pleasure as he thrust up into me, penetrating my depths, his cock growing larger. I let out a loud mewl, arching my back, feeling glorious.

“Ride me however you want, little monster,” he said, his voice taunting. “This is the only cock you’ll ride.”

I flashed an easygoing grin. “Whatever you say, sugar.”

I heaved up my hips and slammed into his base, and he growled, which only made my pulse race and my lust flame higher. His bountiful seed dripped along my thighs from my cunt as I moved up and down his massive cock.

Every time I slammed down into his balls, the wet sound of our fucking got my blood boiling. This was more erotic than all the erotica Barbie read before bedtime.

The scent of sex permeated the air, so potent that the shadow beasts guarding the cabin howled to the moon. While Rowan and I made a lot of noise, Barbie was unusually quiet, not giving me unsolicited tips, not bothering me with “you don’t work, you don’t eat” bullshit. Other than pouncing to take the overflowing energy into herself, she barely moved.

The chaos prince had really wounded her. At that moment, I made a life-changing decision—despite Rowan’s possessiveness and rage, I wasn’t going to commit to one male. For all I knew, my sugar prince might turn out to be like the chaos heir.

I swirled my hips as I slid along his massive length, and Rowan groaned in intense pleasure. “You fuck well, little monster,” he said, gripping my hips and shoving me up and down his length.

When he had his clothes on, he always acted like a gentleman, but he wasn’t a gentleman now, not even close. He was a beast, my beast. Delicious waves rippled over me as we slammed into each other and our movements blurred.

I started to count. I wanted to find out how many thrusts would get me to come. I could be a data girl. Barbie liked to hang out with geeks, so I could be a geek for her. Barbie rolled her eyes, her mood staying sullen.

“One, two, three, four…twenty…fifty…one hundred and ten…”

“You can count forever,” Rowan said. “I have great control. I could fuck you for hours, days, even weeks nonstop if I wanted to.” His rich voice turned taunting and lazy. “Are you up for a challenge, little monster?”

My breath hitched, my pulse quickening at the prospect. I could feed forever from a sex feast. Rowan drove into me so hard that I mewed and pawed at him, relishing it.

“Challenge accepted,” I said half-heartedly, knowing that Barbie wouldn’t put up with a sex marathon. I licked my fangs as I sank down on his length, my body shuddering from the feel of his massive cock filling me and stretching me. “This feels divine and unholy at once, my sugar.”

“I want you to suck my cock and make me feel even better after this, my little monster,” he groaned, and thrust deep into me.

I cried out in glee. His fingers dug into my hips as he lifted me like I weighed nothing and dropped me down on his massive cock. He thrust up into me, I heaved up his length, and he shoved me down. A variety of moves spiced up our vehement coupling.

I started to count again while riding him madly. He growled in approval. At close to the five hundreds, I lost count, losing myself in lust and need and pleasure.

Barbie didn’t push me to do a quickie or offer amateur advice on how to fuck my fae prince properly to earn more diamonds. Her low spirits made me worry for a second. Even my awesome fucking couldn’t improve her darkened mood.

To cheer her up, I asked her nicely, Barbie, Barbie, do you copy? Do you copy?

She didn’t answer loud and clear or even roger. She ignored me.

I did a follow-up, as I was in a generous mood and wanted to get her involved. Could you count for me while I’m busy working?

Fuck off! she snapped at me.

It was unnecessarily nasty, but I decided not to let her negativity affect me. She went low, I went high, especially since I was getting all the action and she had nothing going. The Fates were in my favor.

As Rowan drove into me with more long thrusts, a smaller orgasm escaped me. Before I could reap the energy, Barbie lunged, feeding aggressively without thanking me or Rowan. When I tried to feed, there wasn’t much left.

I couldn’t believe that she could be that rude, but then, she was always a bully. Yet I decided to be even more patient with her. You didn’t kick someone who was down. Barbie didn’t have any decency, yet she’d scolded me for lacking a moral compass or being too morally gray. She was a hypocrite. All she’d said about lifting other women was farts. She didn’t lift me. And she never told me to keep my tits up.

I turned my attention away from her, not even bothering to criticize her, as I rode Rowan more violently to compensate for almost being dragged down by Barbie. Unaware of my conflicted thoughts and struggles, Rowan roared in pleasure.

“I’ll fuck you the whole night nonstop,” he promised, thrusting into me nice and brutally, “and no one can stop me. Not even you, little monster. Tonight, you won’t escape me.”

I waited for Barbie to put on her bulldog face and protest, but she gave two big yawns without covering her mouth before falling into slumber, which meant that she didn’t care anymore and was handing me the reins. It felt like she’d given up. On the one hand, I felt sorry for her. On the other hand, I was more than giddy that she was staying down.

“You got your wish,” I said, wiggling my ass in Rowan’s lap. “Fuck me however you want tonight.”

“I’ll show you that this cunt is mine , and you’ll never mistake me for your fucking client again,” he barked, driving into me violently, pain and pleasure blending in me like a potent cocktail. “You’re my mate.”

My heart skipped a couple of beats.

Barbie, did you hear that? I asked.

The light snoring coming out of her open mouth answered me. When she was exhausted, she usually slept with her mouth open. Barbie might be the only one who could sleep through a wild fucking.

“I’m marking you, and you’ll carry my scent.” Rowan pounded into me. “I’ll take you on a date and show you off tomorrow, so no male will ever think of having you, unless they don’t want to continue breathing.”

“Nobody wants to stop breathing,” I said. Maybe I could make Barbie sleep a lot longer, so I could go on a date with Rowan tomorrow. “But I hear you, my sugar. It’ll be a date.” I slammed my butt down to the base of his rock-hard shaft.

Still, Barbie didn’t stir or object. The chaos prince’s betrayal had crushed her, so much so that she refused to wake up and face reality. She thought she had made a home in his house, only to be cast out, and she had to watch her ex-lover with other women. Barbie might be tough, but she didn’t have my callous heart, which was fine, since I was made from tougher material, and I’d take on whatever shit was thrown at us.

My other half also didn’t lift an eyelid to warn me to leave before dawn so she could get on with her life and go to class as usual. Good thing Prince Cade wasn’t a control freak like the chaos prince. Now that she wasn’t in his house, Killian had no means of tracking her and no business demanding she spend every night there.

While I let Barbie slumber in a dark corner, I didn’t share my insight with her—during my brief encounter with the chaos heir, I’d seen what she couldn’t see, and he hadn’t exactly let her go.

Everything happened for a reason. Barbie had her heart cracked so I could take over and see the daylight. And she needn’t worry about a thing. I’d have a great fucking time for both of us.

“Fuck me harder, sugar Rowan,” I called, and lifted my ass a few inches from his lap to let him drive into me, fast and furious. He fucked me with brutal force, and my cunt milked his length mercilessly.

“My insatiable little monster,” he growled in approval. “No one else but me will fuck this needy, greedy cunt.”

“That has yet to be decided,” I said, loving riling him up and aiming for a more intense rage fuck like a junkie.

His next punishing thrusts sent me to the edge of the cliff. Dark waves of boiling lust dragged me under. Rowan spanked me again, pain and pleasure fusing together.

My fae prince and I fucked wildly the whole night, and I orgasmed so many times that I lost count. Barbie only sank deeper into her slumber. I fed bountifully, and I wasn’t sorry that she’d missed out on all the extra feeding.

I might feel a little sorry for her, but guilt could never take root in someone like me.

While Barbie took a siesta in the mossy darkness, I lived and shone brightly.