Page 23 of Merciless Is My Crown

He feasted on me like a starving male, one finger sliding in and out, curling against my inner walls. Not enough. Not nearly enough. I tried to arch my back, to get him where I needed him, but he was too strong, holding me down while he took his time tasting and licking at his leisure, those purring hums ratcheting my aching want up to an intolerable level.

“Tavion,” I moaned. “Please. Please don’t make me wait any longer. I need more.” I bit my lip then said the rest anyway. “If I don’t come, I’m going to fucking die, I swear.”

“That sounds serious, wife. After all the effort I went through tonight to keep you alive.”

“Stop being an arsehole. I’m fucking begging you. Isn’t that what you want? For me to beg?”

He rocked back and cocked an eyebrow, his lips wet from…me. Something twisted inside me, my core aching.

“Your idea of begging and mine are very different, wife, but…” His smile revealed his teeth were bigger. Longer. Sharper. “I’ll see what I can do. No good husband leaves his wife wanting.”

“I swear to the gods, Tavion…”

Tavion fastened his mouth over my clit, his tongue lashing over the swollen bud like he’d gone to war, and I imploded, clamping my teeth together to hold in my scream of pleasure so the entire godsdamned palace—and those fucking Reapers—didn’t hear.

He never stopped.

Tavion devoured me with a greed that I’d never experienced before, as if he wanted to devour every last piece of me, heart and soul and body, and he did all those things, until I lay there spent, heaving, boneless.

My hands had slipped from the headboard, my arms too heavy to move when he flipped me onto my belly and pulled me to the edge of the bed, running his hands appreciatively down over the curve of my arse before he wedged his knee between my legs and spread me apart.

The head of his cock nudged at my entrance, then Tavion pushed inside with one long, relentless stroke. He was huge, huge, and I squirmed beneath him until his hand came down on the back of my neck and pinned me to the bed.

“You are mine.” His voice was deeper than I’d ever heard it, rough, like he was…talking around his teeth. “I am going to fill you up, Anaria. Pump you so full of my seed, you’ll carry my scent for days.”

Those words had me moaning, Tavion’s hips slapping against my arse as he furiously fucked me, his grip on my neck firm but gentle.

“Everyone will know you are mine. That you belong to me.”

Something tugged in my chest, a streak of pressure that raced down my hip, along the black mark, a shiver of cold spreading as if I’d been touched by an icy finger. Above me, Tavion hissed, in pleasure or pain I did not know, but he stopped moving, his cock throbbing inside me.

Even the air in the room shivered. Turned colder.

I went still, my body softening for him as he slowly pulled out and pushed back in, taking me deeper with every stroke, stretching me around his girth, which was…getting bigger with every thrust.

“Gods, Tavion…please.”

I didn’t even know what I was begging for. Less. More. Harder. Faster.

“You are so fucking tight, wife. So fucking…That’s it. Take me deeper. Take every inch of me. Gods, you feel like fucking heaven on my cock, Anaria.” His breath heated my cheek, sharp teeth sinking into my earlobe as if he couldn’t help but taste me there, too.

Havoc reigned inside me, a storm so close to breaking, as if every stroke of him inside me was a thundercloud billowing bigger and bigger, expanding until the moment I couldn’t contain all that power.

And then I’d shatter all around him. And I couldn’t wait.

“I love you, Anaria, more than life itself. Come over the edge with me, just this one time.”

I couldn’t deny him. Couldn’t stop myself if I’d wanted to and tumbled over that precipice without worrying about hitting bottom or how far the fall was.

The only thing that existed was this crashing pleasure, his cock jerking inside me, his warmth sinking into me as he gathered me up and held me tight against him. I swore I sensed the echo of his release somewhere deep inside me, the twin shadow to my own rolling mayhem as I lost myself completely to the darkness.

I came to lying on my side, blankets tucked around me, a soft pillow beneath my head.

My wet hair was expertly wrapped in a towel and the drapes were closed—no light, only this deep darkness. So deep I couldn’t tell if I was alone or how long I’d been out.

Something enormous rose from the shadows, and it took me one heart-wrenching second to separate Tavion’s outline from the darkness around him.

“It’s okay. You’re safe.” White teeth flashed in a brief smile. “I washed you, Anaria, before tucking you in. As much as I’d like you covered in my seed—that’s my wolf talking, by the way, the pushy, territorial bastard—I wanted you clean.”

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