Ink & Dagger (Sins of Eden #1)

50. Epilogue

Epilogue

Jaxon

S ide by side, Emily and I entered the Sin Bin together and she looked every bit of the Dark Queen she truly was.

She was dressed in a black lace lingerie piece, covered only by a sheer black widow's robe that cascaded down to her ankles and swished with each step. It was adorned with feathers on the cuffs to match her brilliant black wings proudly splaying from her back. As promised, a new jeweled dagger sat in the garter attached to her thigh.

Meanwhile, I was sporting a new pair of dark wash denim jeans and a leather riding jacket to replace the one I’d gifted her. The fresh tattoo that she’d given me just this morning was hidden beneath my jacket, but I ached to show the world. It was her repayment for the claim I’d given her. I would proudly wear her bite marks on every inch of my body if she so desired.

It had taken her a week to adjust to her new appendages, but each time I caressed them she quickly saw that there were more benefits to having them than just flight.

An Angel’s wings were erogenous zones. Depending on the pressure of the touch, I could make her come, just by simply running my hand along the length of them, which had been fun to introduce her to the night I officially made her my wife.

We were here tonight to celebrate the commitment of Eternity to each other and introduce her to her new citizens as their rightful Queen. While I had no idea how she would respond to walking into a sex club in Hell, I quickly realized I’d underestimated her once again.

Sliding her arm into mine, I escorted her to the dais to take my throne and admired the confident way in which she kept pace with me. This was her Kingdom and there was no doubt in my subjects’ minds as to her importance to both me and Voluptas.

Taking a seat on my throne, I pulled her down to my lap and growled into her ear.

“Do you see how they watch you, my Queen? Every single eye is on their Majesty. They’re enthralled and bewitched by you,” I told her.

Emily ran her hands along my thigh and ground her ass into my hard erections before looking at me over her shoulder.

“And you, Brimstone? Are you enthralled and bewitched by me?”

I groaned and rested my head against the large back of the throne as she shifted her legs to straddle my own. I trailed my fingers across the muscle of her wing, dragging them past my bite mark, and down to her full cleavage.

“I am captivated and possessed by you, my splendid Maritus, ” I told her, sliding my other hand beneath her robe and across her thigh to the apex between her legs.

“We have an audience, my King,” she said playfully, before sucking in a sharp breath from pleasure.

She wasn’t talking about the crowd of onlookers though. One icy stare met my own from the corner of the room and I smirked as I slid my fingers beneath the thin fabric of Emily’s thong.

Isabel.

“Should we put on a show for her?” I asked, pumping my fingers up into my Sweet Witches slick heat.

She moaned out a shaky breath, tossing her head back to my shoulder and nodded. Lifting herself up, she braced her forearms on the arms of the throne, allowing me to unzip my jeans and free my erections.

“Then by all means, my Queen, take your throne and give your subjects what they desire,” I said huskily.

She sank down on me, taking both cocks deep within her and we both groaned at the sensation. The eyes of every Demon, Incubus, and Succubus were on us, as Emily used her hold on the arms of the chair to lift herself and slide back down the length of my cocks.

Running my hands slowly up the bodice along her stomach, I gripped the delicate lace collar of her top and tore it in half, freeing her beautiful breasts from their confinement.

An audible gasp filled the room from her subjects as they watched in rapture, but it was her heavy panting and breathy moans filling the room around us that left me feral for her.

I lifted my hand, possessively wrapping it around her throat, and held her in place against me as I rutted up into her, her breasts shaking and bouncing with every rough thrust.

Mine.

She bucked as I trailed the fingers of my free hand down her breasts and gently tugged her nipple ring. Tightening my hold around her throat, I growled darkly in her ear as I enjoyed the desperate gasps and moans that wheezed through her parted lips.

“They may watch you come undone for me, Sweet Witch, but this perfect little pussy is mine. Mine to worship, mine to fuck, mine to fill.”

Emily’s walls squeezed my cocks in response and I groaned. She was close and I wasn’t far behind. Her lust was a burning inferno spreading across the room like a wildfire. Enticing every creature in this vicinity with her pleasure. She was mine, but here in this room of sin and desire, she was claiming me as hers in front of our subjects.

We would rule this Kingdom together and when the time for war was upon us, we would be on the battlefield side by side.

With my dark Heavenly Angel beside me, there was no chance in Hell that we would lose.