Page 75 of The Flame King's Queen

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about Kane sensing evil within the castle,” Isavelle says, her voice muffled in my chest. “I thought Ravenna might have been performing dark magic to make Kane suffer, and while I didn’t approve and I was worried for her, it’s not as though she doesn’t have good reasons to protect herself from him in any way that she can.”

“So she’s not performing dark magic in my castle?”

Isavelle hesitates. “I don’t know. I suppose Kane was sensing Corin and not Ravenna.”

Maybe he was sensing both. “Are there not consequences for performing spells with the intent of harming the living? I don’t know anything about dark magic other than what it has turned my brother into, but he has lost all his humanity because of that lich.” I pass my hand over my throat, wishing I couldn’t still feel my mother’s bones sinking into my flesh.

“Yes, and Ravenna knows that. She will be weighing her decisions carefully, I hope. But how are you feeling Zabriel? You must have been so horrified when you saw your mother raised as one of the undead.”

“Will you think me less of a king and your Alpha if I tell you I was scared out of my wits?”

She caresses my cheek. “I will think of you as a man who loved his mother.”

“Then it was the most terrifying thing I’ve ever seen. Thank you for saving me,sha’lenla.” Isavelle’s scent fills my nostrils, but it’s not enough to soothe the ache in my heart. I need more of her. Burying my nose in her hair, I ask, “Is there anywhere you must be?”

“Nowhere but with you, Zabriel.”

I scoop her up in my arms and carry her away. “Then you’re coming with me.”

Upstairs in our chambers, I lay her out on the bed. My hands roam all over her as I undress her and shrug out of my own clothes, but I can still feel the ghost of that dead hand around my throat.

“I can’t lose you,sha’lenla. You or the baby.”

“You won’t,” she whispers to me. “We love our king. We’re not going anywhere.”

I cradle her soft breasts in my hands, sucking one of her nipples and then the other. The only thing that’s going to convince me that she’s safe in my arms and I’m alive is to make her come again and again, until her slick is all over me.

I lay on the bed and pull her thighs over my shoulders, and run my tongue up her sex. She jumps and cries out, and then settles into panting and whimpering while I alternately push my tongue inside of her and lick her clit. I make a game of how many fingers I can push inside of her before she comes, which is all four on one hand and three on the other, and she drenches me with her slick.

Isavelle tries to sit up, but I stop her.

“Lay back. I want to worship my queen.”

Gods, how incredible she looks laid out in my bed, with her rounded thighs and her swollen belly. Whenever I see her around the castle, the baby is noticeable every time she moves, and I can’t keep my eyes off her. Now that she’s naked, my knot is aching at the sight of my baby that she’s carrying within her. I urgently need to get my cock inside her and fill her up with cum to make the baby strong.

I turn her onto her side and pull her back against my chest, and slip a finger between her thighs so I can caress her clit. “You should see yourself as you walk around my castle. Ripe as a peach. Beautiful as a summer’s day. Smelling irresistible. It’s a miracle I can get anything done, because do you know what I’m actually thinking about?”

“What, Zabriel?” she asks, her eyes closed and her head tipped back in bliss.

“I’m thinking about fucking my Omega. Having you locked tight to me wherever I go, my cum leaking out of you while I knot you and fill you up even more.”

Isavelle moans even louder, and I smile against her throat as her cries reach a fever pitch and she arches with her climax. There’s a great spurt of wetness between her legs and she gets her slick all over my cock. I can’t wait any longer, and while she’s still panting, I hook her thigh over my forearm and thrust into her.

“Gods, Zabriel,” she cries out as I pump into her.

“You are the queen I’ve always dreamed of. My beautiful Omega.” I sink my teeth into the back of her neck with a growl, and then lick the spot.

“I love your teeth in me,” she whispers.

I bite her again, harder this time. Her scent fills my mouth with sweetness. I make myself fuck her slowly, my fingers circling on her clit and making her come again and again until she’s a panting mess and her slick is covering both of our thighs.

“Do you want my knot?” I growl in her ear.

“Please.Please,” she whimpers.

I thrust faster and harder, one arm locked around her hips so I can work my knot into her. She gasps every time the thick bulge of flesh pushes insistently against her sex. I hold her tight with my teeth, growling in pleasure, until my climax surges through me and with a final hard thrust my I drive my knot inside her, and it swells up. Isavelle screams my name as her blood bursts in my mouth.

“Don’t let me go, Alpha,” she whimpers, shuddering in my arms. “Hold me. Fuck me with your knot. I need you.”

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