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

Chapter 29

29

Barbie

W e landed on the rooftop of a villa on top of a cliff, surrounding by a ridge of snowy mountains. I widened my eyes as I spotted a king-size canopy bed in the center of the marble roof, a natural pool at the edge, and a round table with a bottle of wine and two glasses on it under an ancient tree that bore white blossoms.

“What’s this place?” I asked, trying to show the chaos prince that I wasn’t slightly impressed. I had no intention of being kind to him.

“My dragon’s sanctuary,” he said. “No one can find us here. It’s time we sate our woman.”

So his betrothed wouldn’t find out that he cheated on her. I was still his dirty little secret. I hated this insane need for him with the passion of a thousand suns.

“I ain’t your woman,” I spat coldly while lust seared me. “Don’t you have two women already?”

“Jealous, are you?” he purred, yet his voice bore no smugness or humor as he carried me to the bed covered by dark, silky sheets.

He held me tightly against his chest, as if he’d missed me so much. The ache in me lessened. His familiar scent of winter pine and powerful male comforted me, and his minty breath cooled my flushed face.

I sniffed then inhaled, just as Sy had done. There was no other women’s scent in his person. There was only his scent that mingled with mine.

I’d assumed that he’d fucked them. I’d assumed that he’d indulged in threesomes every night after he’d dumped me.

He never fucked them, dumbass, Sy said. I told you.

“You should’ve come to me before you got into heat,” he said.

A jet of new rage shot into me. He’d caused this fever in me, and now he had nerve to lecture me?

Before I could snap at him, he dropped me on the bed then inserted his large hand between my thighs, making me gasp at the immediate pleasure brought by a mere touch.

“Your pussy is so fucking wet, little scorpion,” he said. “You must’ve missed me badly. Can’t wait for me to fuck you again?”

I glared at him, yet my body rode his hand on its own.

“So eager,” he purred. “Tell me you missed me. Tell me you thought of my cock day and night and remembered how good it felt to have it deep within you.”

“Fuck you,” I said.

He laughed. “I missed your smart mouth, and I missed your tight, golden cunt even more.”

“If you think your filthy mouth can seduce me, you’re going to be bitterly disappointed,” I hissed. “It doesn’t even turn me on. And your black, traitorous heart doesn’t endear you to me either. I didn’t miss you, not even for one fucking nanosecond.”

“You’ll be surprised at what this filthy mouth of mine can do for you,” he crooned, “and how this black, traitorous heart beats fiercely for you, and only you, every fucking nanosecond. Say the word, and I’ll show you.”

Before I could tell him no thanks, he dipped his head and slanted his mouth over mine. Before I knew it, despite my bitterness, I parted my lips for him. He deepened the kiss and thrust his tongue into my mouth, initiating a mating foreplay. I needed it, wanted it, but it didn’t mean that I’d go easy on him. I bit down on his tongue, tasting his rich, powerful blood.

He growled while sweeping the tip of his tongue over my hard palate, knowing I loved that sensation. At the same time, he drove two fingers through my slit. I let out a ragged breath at the familiar pleasure as his fingers thrust in and out of my pussy. He twisted them within me to increase the friction. I arched my back, a breathy moan escaping my throat as wild pleasure rippled through me.

“Let it go and don’t hold back, little scorpion,” he said. “I’m yours, and I’ll give you what you need.”

I didn’t believe that he was mine, but I’d take whatever he would give me.

His fingers thrust harder and faster, sweeping, turning, rubbing, and hitting my G-spot over and over, as if he were an expert at playing the fiddle. His fingers withdrew, only to drive in with more force and just the right pressure.

I panted in want and pleasure. My hands curled into fists before I unfurled the fingers, then curled them again as I struggled to get a grip of myself. I didn’t want to be completely at his mercy.

My bones no longer ached terribly, and the burn in them started to recede. It was a sweet relief, even though my core still throbbed. I rocked my hips, riding his hand aggressively, my eyelids fluttering at the sensation. He made me feel so good, yet hatred for him clogged my chest. I hated needing him. I even loathed this delicious feeling and pleasure, knowing that I’d soon lose myself in them and beg for more.

No matter how deeply rooted my resentment was, I didn’t have the will or strength to shove him away. I shuddered at the incredible pleasure his touch brought me, wave after wave, while my mind kept replaying every frame of his betrayal.

His strokes scorched me and at the same time lessened the agony that had plagued me since the start of the mating heat, and the unbearable, gnawing emptiness ebbed at his kisses.

If I kept needing him like this, one day he’d destroy me. I must find a way to get rid of this weakness. I’d make sure this mating fever never returned once the chaos prince sated me.

A tearing sound reached me, and cold air kissed my bare pussy. The chaos prince had torn off my panties.

Without missing a beat, he spun me and lifted me. One second, he was finger-fucking me, then the next, I was on my back in bed, spreading my legs wide as he buried his face between my thighs.

His wicked, marvelous tongue licked my aching sex, tracing my slit in a slow circle. I gasped and moaned, begging for more. He put his hand to work and rubbed my clit. I cried out, my legs jerking of their own accord at the mind-blowing sensation. While he pleasured me, I remained vengeful.

I didn’t forgive easily.

“Work harder,” I growled.

That was when I felt his fangs—I hadn’t known that Killian had fangs—grazing my clit.

The pleasure was beyond words, so I cursed and moaned and cursed again.

Too soon, he extracted his fangs as his tongue parted my plump folds and thrust into my cunt, rolling and sweeping inside my narrow passage, and then it thickened. I rolled my eyes to the back of my head at the increased pleasure before I registered that his dragon had joined the play. The beast tongue was fucking me to imprint me, sending me to the land of pleasure with a one-way ticket.

I shuddered and moaned for more.

His tongue picked up the pace, thrusting into my heat at a rapid speed, then slowing down, then accelerating again. The rhythm drove me mad, sending me to the edge of the cliff. The thrill ride was undoing me.

I bucked my hips, my back arched, and my lips parted in a silent scream as pleasure slammed into me.

I lunged and forced Killian on his back. Then I sat on his face and let my cunt rub his mouth without inhibition.

He gripped my wildly rotating hips to maintain some control, his tongue darting up to lick my cunt and drink my goddess juice.

“Nectar and sin.” He growled. “My vicious little scorpion. What a mess you made.”

I wasn’t ashamed of it. I wasn’t going to apologize. The heat turned into a tidal wave, crashing into me and tossing me toward the cliff. If it had come to destroy, I was already beyond caring.

I was in a haze of lust, trembling with raw need for the man who’d betrayed me and wounded me so badly. I needed his cock to fill my shameless, wet cunt and penetrate it over and over until I couldn’t remember my name.

“Fuck me!” I demanded. If he didn’t fuck me now, I’d combust, and it’d be his fault.

“I thought you’d never ask again.” He growled hoarsely and, with brutal strength, lifted me off his face.

Then I was on all fours, my legs wide apart. When I looked over my shoulder, he was gloriously nude, his trousers gone, his massive, hard cock jutting from between his powerful legs.

The cold mountain wind blew over us, carrying the scent of snow and wild blossoms. Killian’s hooded eyes dipped to my bare pussy. With a snarl, he thrust into my heat.

There was only us in the entire region, fucking with abandon and brutality, as if we were at war. But it wasn’t far from the truth. We’d been in a cold war ever since I left his bed that day.

He moved faster, his strength formidable. Every thrust pushed me to the edge before bringing me back. I hissed in dark anger and moaned in blissful pleasure at the same time.

He yanked me up, my back against his cut chest. His thumb and forefinger held my jaw and turned my face to the side, so he could kiss me. His mouth fell on mine while he fucked me from behind.

He sucked in my bottom lip, his fangs coming out again. At his urging, I parted my lips for his invading tongue and tasted myself. I tasted the chaos prince—an apex predator, a dragon. I hated to admit it, but no one could taste better than this powerful and cruel male in front of me.

Excerpt my sugar Rowan, Sy chimed in.

Yeah, yeah. I rolled my eyes. It’s all about your fae male. But let’s not get into a foursome today.

The chaos heir’s power rolled over my tongue, down my throat, straight to my belly, then settled in my core.

The mating heat rose to meet his formidable power, recognizing it as Hades’ blood and uncoiling around it. His thrusts became more dominating and possessive. I didn’t battle his will, as his alpha male dominance served to sate the mating heat in me. I ran my hands down his powerful thighs, feeling the hard muscles flexing beneath my fingers, before I sank my fingernails into his flesh.

Light and darkness swam behind my fluttering eyelids. Lust rushed through my veins, and pleasure danced on my nerve endings, unwinding the residual agony from the mating fever. Heat no longer inflicted pain in me but deepened the pleasure as Killian pounded into me relentlessly.

His hand snaking around to my front, his skilled fingers brushing my swollen clit to stimulate it. Pleasure spread in me, making my toes curl. I fucked him back as he thrust brutally into me.

This wasn’t the kind of sex meant for everyone. There wasn’t a lick of gentleness in our coupling, just a match of strength, dominance, and obsession. Pressure kept building and pleasure kept rising, threatening to undo me. I welcomed it; I wasn’t afraid of its destructive power.

Shivers washed over me. Waves of heat rose and fell, engulfing me, and I surrendered to it rather than fighting it. I’d never felt so light and heavy at the same time. I felt so alive .

I cried out at the onslaught of pleasure brought by his rapid thrusts, every stroke hitting the mark. There was nothing more addictive than being fucked by the chaos heir.

I was so close.

“Scream my name when you come!” Killian ordered me as his powerful, long thrusts brought me to the brink.

“Not today, Satan!”

Even in the haze of heat and incredible pleasure, I didn’t forget his betrayal. And I’d never forgive.

I started to feed. Sy lunged right after me, taking the cocktail of rich, potent energy brought by the mating heat and my coupling with the chaos prince.

While I fed, I kept slamming my butt toward Killian, fucking him hard. He growled, his dragon’s approval rumbling from his chest. Just as his shaft grew larger within me, I erupted on his cock. A hoarse scream scratched my throat raw. A shock wave from my climax burstthrough the mating heat and purged it from my bloodstream, until every trace of it was gone.

Killian’s thrusts turned erratic and frantic as he chased his own release.

Nope, nope, Snowflake! I wouldn’t let him have it, not after what he’d done to me.

While I was still orgasming, I pulled away from him abruptly, driving my elbow backward and ramming it into his spleen. I wheeled to face him, a nasty snarl on my lips.

He stared at me, confused, but I’d kicked out my legs as a follow-up, lightning fast, and made a contact with his jaw. He blinked, not expecting me to attack him twice in the throes of passion. I struck him so hard that he lost balance, and His Highness’s ass landed on the marble beneath the bed.

I pulled my lips back like a lioness snarling. He bared his fangs in response.

He was extremely lucky that I hadn’t aimed for his balls. Somehow, it wasn’t in me, even though I’d decided not to use his services again. I wasn’t a jerk, and “if I can’t have you, then no one else shall” didn’t sit well with me.

“You shouldn’t have laughed at my reading taste,” I scolded him instead launching another attack at him. After reading a stack of smuts, I was convinced that this world needed more lovers than killers. “And I’m not too shy to tell you that I’m into ‘rejected mates romantasy’ now. Those amazing books taught me how to put assholes in their places.”

The mating heat no longer plagued me—crisis averted. I didn’t need him anymore, despite the fact that I still wanted him so much that it hurt. Part of me was too carnal and primal, but I preferred to show the chaos heir my ass-kicking side.

He rose to his feet slowly. Lust and frustration brimmed over in his usually storm-blue eyes that had now turned deep sapphire, which indicated how pissed he was.

His cock was still granite hard and even larger than before he’d driven into my cunt. Its beauty took my breath away and nearly shook my resolution to never go back to him.

It wasn’t nice to leave a male in that state, but he’d made his bed. His betrayal still cut deep.

“Thank you for your services, Highness,” I said.

“This is how you want to play, little scorpion?” he asked, his sensual lips lifting in a mocking, cruel smirk. “Using me, then discarding me?”

They said that the chaos prince was colder than ice and harder than a blade. When his eyes trained on anyone else, they were chips of ice, but somehow, even when I was vicious toward him, he still looked at me with heat and need.

“If I am cruel, I learned it from the master,” I said without mercy. “I deemed you not worth of my courtesy. I’m only glad that I didn’t invite you to my room for a nice dinner that day when you left me in your bed. I raided the kitchen. I prepared a bottle of fine wine that I acquired from Rowan’s cellar. I even got a jasmine and sage candle from the room of Lord Silent Blade, the most terrifying assassin!”

He blinked. “You what? You did all that for me?”

I shrugged. “I’m not a fool anymore. Glad I didn’t waste all the goodies on you. I don’t need you.”

He arched an eyebrow. “Have you thought about how burning the bridge is a really bad idea, little scorpion?”

I spread my arms mockingly. “The damned mating heat is gone.”

“Not gone,” he said. “Sated for now. It was my dragon’s fault that you entered the first circle of heat. It’ll return. I assure you that you’ll need me again, little scorpion.”

We’ll need him, Sy confirmed.

“I’ll deal with it then,” I said. “I’ll figure out a way to prevent this fucking heat from ever revisiting me.”

His dragon growled, not happy with my defiance and rejection.

I dragged a silky pillow toward me and used it to clean up the creamy juice streaming down my thighs. Then I slashed it with the claws. Sy aided me and tossed the ruined pillow at Killian. Feathers rained down on him.

Poetic.

“Think you can fuck with a scorpion and won’t be stung, princeling?” I purred viciously.

My power lashed out, latching on to Killian’s starlight and darkness, which I couldn’t have done before this mating. Using his power, I tore open the fabric of the air, like he’d done in his dream walk.

“You’ll come back to me for more, sooner than you can hold on,” he said. “So try to be nice, little scorpion.”

“Yeah? Is this nice enough?” I asked as I bent over, baring my ass toward him in utter disdain, before I straightened my spine and sneered.

“Like it or not, my little scorpion, you’re mine ,” he said, “no matter how hard you try to fight it or refuse to admit it. No man can ever sate you, except me.”

I flipped him the bird as I stepped through the portal before it sealed his dark chuckle behind me.