“Dorian,” I moaned, “faster. Please.”
“Holy shit,” he grunted, brushing his lips against my neck in a contrasting gesture of softness. “You are so fucking tight, Narc. So goddamn beautiful. I love you. I love you so fucking much.”
“I love you,” I gasped out. He snarled and flipped me over, sliding back into my wet center while throwing my legs over his muscular shoulders. Despite being mostly dressed still, I felt bare to him, and his eyes ate up every single change in my expression as I clung to him, my nails biting into his shoulders in anticipation of the climax I could feel growing.
“Look at me,” Dorian snapped, his voice low and rough, and my eyes flung open in realization they’d closed in pleasure. “I need to see all of you when you come all over my cock.”
Yes freakin’ sir.
Shit. This man was so fucking beautiful. His skin was glowing from the magic I was feeding him, his eyes were almost swirling pools of onyx, and his messy hair laid sexily over his slightly sweaty forehead.
I gripped his hair and brought his lips down to me, his pace growing more erratic and demanding. I screamed out his name as the bond between us snapped into place, an explosion that caused my entire body to go up in flames.
“I’m so close, Dorian,” I whined. I could tell he was holding it back from me, and it was infuriating—but I could also feel how fucking amazing it would be upon relief. I needed that. I was chasing it like a goddamn high.
“Give in to it,” he demanded finally, with a rough, almost feral voice. “Come for me.”
My body listened to his command immediately, everything inside of me tightening as a nuclear explosion went off, my voice cracking during the scream of pleasure I let out. Sweat and a flushed heat dotted my body as flames licked my skin, Dorian’s eyes turning a silver, glowing color as he slammed home. His roar of my name shook around us, filling me up completely as my entire body sagged to the ground. My head fell back, eyes closing as the sense of satisfaction of our bond had tears stinging my eyes.
WOW. Just wow.
My world was hazy, my head spinning. My vision turned black as my breathing tried to regulate. I gripped Dorian tighter as he kissed along my collarbone, my magic and I both in shock of just how intense of a pull his incubus magic had. I’d known he was powerful, but shit. I felt drained in the best way possible.
Dorian pulled back and searched my face, smoothing his thumb over my drying tears as he gently peppered my face with kisses, his magic soothing my skin.
“Are you okay?” he asked, concern filling his voice as he examined me with increasing worry. “I didn’t mean to pull on your magic that much—”
“I am fucking perfect,” I interrupted, blinking while trying to come back to reality just a bit. “Holy shit, Dorian, that was so intense.”
“It’s never been like that before,” he mumbled almost to himself, but something about his words made me feel all that much better. This was special between us. That meant something more than I could describe. It also helped that the suction of his magic had lessened my extra dosing of death magic from being down here, leaving me completely centered.
A small, sexy smile tilted his lips as he pressed his forehead against my own. I didn’t care to mention that he was still deep inside of me, hard and pulsating. I was tempted to wiggle around, but he seemed so content that I didn’t bother moving. I could feel the love and affection radiating off him.
Despite his cocky side that I loved, there was a much sweeter side to Dorian that wanted more than anything to be loved back. I knew, at least partly, that he hadn't been loved for most of his life. Not without conditions. But I would always love him. There was no getting rid of me—sorry dude.
“I love you, Narcissa.”
“I love you more,” I admitted fairly breathlessly, feeling cheesy as fuck and not caring. I ran my hands through his hair when he finally pulled back, kneeling above me and leaving a nip on my neck before casting me a wicked smile. Feeling a bit dazed, I let him roll up my leggings as he tucked in his still ridiculously hard cock and adjusted himself, looking far more normal than my hot mess appearance, no doubt.
“Next time we’ll be in a bed,” he promised as he tugged me closer so that my head was resting against his chest. Then he picked me up, my legs locking around him. “I want to fully fucking enjoy you. I need more. I want access to your entire body.”
“Yes sir,” I mumbled sleepily. Dorian’s answering chuckle was soft and warm as I realized that other voices were nearing us. Oh good, they found us.
My face turned in red in realization that they had, of course, heard everything. Everything.
Oh well.
“Bloody hell, now I am wishing we hadn’t given you privacy.” Declan’s chuckle was dangerous and dark as I shot him a scowl from where I rested very comfortably in Dorian’s arms, my body sliding down his so that I was pressed further into him.
Abel hummed in agreement as Alaric’s eyes narrowed on me, making me offer him a smirk. What? What was he going to do about it? No, really, I wanted to know where teasing would lead to with him. I had a feeling it would be fucking great, and I wondered if he could justify giving me a sexy punishment for fucking my other boyfriend in a forest and getting him worked up. Seems like something he would do.
Before I could say anything, a sound came from the path we had just come from. I cursed, feeling the power exchange in the ground underneath me as I broke away from Dorian. Nearing the path, I froze in frustration.
Well, that seemed about right.
A moment of extreme pleasure followed by fucking annoying people.
“Should we do something?” Abel asked, looking unconcerned about the large group of soldiers making their way towards us at a leisurely pace.
“We wanted to get to the kingdom.” I explained reasonably. “Looks like we have a ride.” Positive, Narc. Always looking at the goddamn positive side of things. Good for you, girl.
The soldiers were massive. I am talking far over seven feet and covered in dark obsidian armor that was somehow silent as they moved in perfect formation. The one up front barked out an order as they came to a stop, the group of thirty-something men keeping their gaze straight ahead, over us. The man in charge removed his helmet, and my eyes widened in realization.
They were dead.
No, really—this man was just a skull with a black, almost smoky essence covering his bones like a translucent skin. He did have eyes though. They were small, red, flame-like eyes that bore into me, portraying a level of curiosity I hadn’t expected from someone that was dead. I suppose that was fairly ignorant of me, wasn’t it?
“Hi there,” I offered, feeling awkward about the weird silence that had fallen between us.
“Your Majesty,” the man replied, bowing deeply before slowly returning to his massive height. “We are here to escort you to the castle.”
I blinked and turned back to Dorian with a small amount of hope in my chest. “You’re a Prince of Hell?” Please say yes. Please say yes. No other answer was acceptable.
Dorian chuckled, his eyes lighting with mischief. “Sorry, ma chérie, I’m not. I would have remembered that, I hope.”
I swallowed and turned back to Mr. Flame Eyes. “I’m sorry, I must have misheard what you just said—”