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Mate.
The air reeked of sex. Its taste, its scent reached out and enraptured the senses. Tehdra arched her back as Ajali’s tongue swirled between her legs, filling her with the most carnal of pleasures. He had her bound with silken restraints against his headboard. She could easily snap them, but it was the idea of them, the feel of them against her skin, erotic and sensuous.
Her nipples ached. They stood at attention, begging to be bit and licked.
Like the most luscious of berries, he’d whispered hotly to her as he sucked flesh before caressing them with the fire. The bliss had stunned Tehdra, the bite of pain one that she luxuriated in as he pleasured her with fire. He coasted its soft flame over her, heating her body and blood as he trailed his fire with his lips. He tasted every part of her. Even the brutal depiction of her beast felt the delicious lash of his tongue. She hummed in beastly gratification, drowning in the sheer carnality of it all.
“Your pussy is the sweetest I’ve ever tasted…I cannot get enough,” he murmured with a hot swipe of his tongue through her soaked slit.
His green eyes were liquid fire. Tehdra’s body jerked, and she whimpered along their link. He pulse his element, creating a whip of flame. It hovered in the air, lashing her skin at his command, creating a hunger in her pussy that she desperately needed to be assuaged. His tongue laved each sting, eliciting a different pull deep inside the core of her with every nip and lick. “Ajali!”
He growled at her cry, the skin over his cheekbones tightening with savage lust.
The whip of fire slapped at her pussy, melding pleasure with pain. His mouth took the sting as he plunged his tongue inside her core, drawing forth her orgasm in a soul shattering rush.
Delight stormed through her body, and she tore through the silken restraints, the rasp of his chuckle vibrating against her clit. She sat on top of him and growled her frustration, but then he spun, matching her speed, grabbing her by the waist and flipping her over so she landed on her hands and knees. He came down over her, pressing his chest to her back.
He gripped her wrists, stretching them over her head as the other hand glided from her neck, over her back, tracing the contours of her body to rest on her buttocks. Tehdra’s moans became fractured as his fingers slid between the cheeks of her ass and underneath to her pussy where he sank three fingers into her core. And she was dripping wet. His rough chuckle at her nape enflamed her, and her hips undulated against his hands, rubbing against his cock. His chakra bled from him like crimson flames, surrounding them. Tehdra’s breath labored as pleasure constricted her throat. She smiled as she drew the shadows, wrapping them in it and dousing his soft flames as unrelenting darkness enclosed them in their sensual haven.
It became a feast of the senses.
Ajali nudged her thighs open and stroked inside of her with relentless force. Tehdra bit down hard on her bottom lip, moaning, loving the feel of him pushing through her muscles, savoring the sharp burn as he stretched and filled her, craving the bite of pleasure as he consumed her. He clasped her hips and fucked into her, hard and deep. Over and over he rammed into her, filling her with pained bliss. She dug her fingers into his forearms, glorying in the heavy muscle under her touch. The rawness of his thrusts had her collapsing on the bed, and she sank to her elbows, her ass still arched in the air.
He moved with savage sensuality, and she cried out, glorying in the erotic pleasure pain that spread through her tender core with each snap of his hips.
It was too much, too intense.
He snaked a hand below her stomach and pinched her clitoris between his fingers. Tehdra jolted and shocks of sensations speared her senses. She orgasmed in an exquisite burst, shaking and gasping.
“Look at me,” he commanded, his voice a dark rasp of pleasure.
She turned her head, and his mouth crashed down on hers, seducing, tempting and devouring. He took her body to places of tormenting pleasure that enslaved her mind and body to his blood and the beat of desire.
Chapter Twenty Two
His king had disappeared with Tehdra. Acheron still struggled to process that his king had willingly drank her blood. The erotic sensuality of it had punched deep inside of Acheron, startling him. With Tehdra and Ajali trapped behind the flames of chakra barrier, Acheron had incanted, seeking her will and intention. The fracture he’d sensed in her spirit, the terrible warring, had slowly melted away as she drank Ajali’s blood. Acheron did not understand the why of it but something had happened as her broken body healed and the rage simmered into lust. Even now he could taste the sexual excess in the air. There was no doubt to all who remained what their king was doing with Tehdra at that moment. But it was the love he’d sensed inside of her that assured him of his king’s safety.
He scrubbed a hand over his face and turned to face the Darkan and the princess of Boreas. He was looking at a political mess that needed to be averted, and one he gladly left to the high chancellor. Yet Acheron hesitated in leaving Bastien alone even though dozens of warriors silently watched them with lethal intent.
Gavyn had whisked Xian and Ruxia away, the rest of the cadre disseminated with a subtle indication to meet. He needed to confer with them, but first…
He flashed to the princess and her mate.
“Princess Saieke, welcome to Nuria. I am Acheron, Duke of the House of Thessaly.”
The Princess responded in kind, introducing the Darkan, Drac El Kyn, as her mate. Acheron could see the fine trembling in the princess’ hands, and he raised his brows as the Darkan drew her to his side, offering warmth and security.
The high chancellor interrupted smoothly, directing their unwanted guests from the pit to a private room. Servants rushed to serve drinks and delicate cakes to the princess, while they glanced furtively at the Darkan. Acheron doubted they knew what sat with them, but his unnatural coldness attracted their attention.
“Considering the circumstances, I am sure, Princess Saieke, that you will leave our kingdom with your mate…immediately with an escort,” Bastien said.
Ahhh. Bastien was in his element, and Acheron leaned back, allowing the high chancellor to play high politics with the princess.
Acheron tracked the Darkan as he glided to his feet, circling the room as his mate played word games with the high chancellor—games that Acheron had no patience for. He stirred as the Darkan spoke for the first time.
“The Darkage offers recompense for the damage Tehdra wrought. Were any lives of Nuria lost?”
“Recompense is not necessary; Tehdra is a friend of Nuria.” Acheron watched the Darkan’s movements like a hawk.
