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Tehdra slowly came awake, power unfurling inside of her. Memories rushed in and a collage of scenes compressed in her mind—the Darkans taking her, the numbness and paralysis of her body, Ajali’s flames that peeled away her flesh in the shadows, Kezriel flying with her towards the kingdom, and Acheron flashing with her to Ajali’s wing, once again administering drops of the precious elixir. Ajali’s flames had melted her skin to the bones.
The malevolence of her beast stirred with the sinking of the sun, and she accepted the cruelty that pervaded her veins. She turned her head, her eyes piercing the darkness to find her mate.
He sat in a great chair at her bedside, staring at her. The only color in the room was the white fire in his eyes. The sheer power of him buffeted her senses and need twisted through her veins.
You have been sleeping for hours. It was never my intention to cause such harm to your body. Your bones had melted. Even though Acheron administered the elixir your healing was slow.
You rescued me. I thank you, King Ajali.
You are recovered?
Yes. My beast’s chakra will remove all traces of wounds if any lingered.
Then he rose and prowled to her with lethal grace. Without speaking, he gripped her ankles and parted her legs. He gathered her caftan, and with one jerk, ripped it from her body. Her slit dampened immediately. He cupped the back of her knees and pushed up and out, baring her to his heated haze. He dropped one of his hands and loosened his trousers, never taking his beautiful flame-filled eyes from her face.
Desire poured through her like molten lava.
His cock sprang free, long and thick, and she purred in satisfaction. Wanting to see the beauty of him, she lunged and ripped the shirt from his body. A sensually cruel smile curved his lips.
Even now my heart pounds at the thought of you hurt, he growled, the rumble an intimate caress against her mind.
Then he leaned in and fucked into her in one savage stroke. She cried out hoarsely at the biting pleasure-pain. For an instant they both lay unmoving, then he dipped his head and pressed the softest of kisses at the corner of her lips. He fisted her hair in his hands and claimed her mouth. Without releasing her from his devastating assault, his hips snapped and recoiled in a wild, inhibited rhythm. She arched into him, a scream exploding from her and into his mouth. He took her with an unbridled rawness, sinking her hips deep into the bed, sliding her across the mattress. Her beast stirred, wanting to devour, and she bit into his bottom lip, drawing blood. She moaned, violent hunger roaring to the surface.
Ours. Claws burst from her nails, and they punctured the muscles of his back where she clung to him. Lust and blood-thirst hazed her mind. Charka escaped and coated them in darkness. He shifted, pushed her legs back so that her bent knees were pressed into the bed on either side of her shoulders. He withdrew and thrust, hard. Her body flushed with heat, wetness dripped from her core, and she gloried in the delicious stretching of her flesh by his thick cock.
The carnal creature in her stirred. “Harder,” she breathed, undulating, riding his shaft even though she was beneath him.
His hips snapped down hard between her thighs, burning her with the erotic lash of delightful pain. With every touch and deep stroke into her convulsing body, she relinquished more control to Ajali, until she surrendered. He burned her with the raw fire of his lust, and she lost the ability to scream. Desire erupted to devour his taste. Fangs burst from her mouth, and she struck deep into the veins of his throat. He groaned a deep primal sound of lust. She sucked, and blood, hot and spicy, rushed down her throat. Everything was bliss—the decadent flavor of his blood, the icy burn of his Phoenyx—as she consumed a fraction of its fiery essence. The powerful strokes of Ajali’s too thick cock shuttled in and out of her with relentless force.
You are my consort, he whispered, his tone rough, sensual and possessive.
She clamped down on his length, shuddering under the onslaught of pleasure. She splintered in a burst of exquisite flames, and with a roar in her mind, he released inside of her.
He nuzzled her hair, and she sighed in contentment.
If you take another woman my retribution will be etched in Nuria’s history.
He stiffened atop her, and then relaxed with a low, rough chuckle.
Noted, consort.
He pulled from her, and she stifled a moan. She ached all over. He twisted, and she shifted to trace the deep grooves in his back, made from her claws. I hurt you.
They mend even as you touch me.
And they did. Orange flames coated his skin, and she felt the cold touch of his Phoenyx as it healed him.
He gathered her in his arms and flashed with her to an opulent bath chamber. They sank into a massive tub, fashioned with marbles and gems.
She said nothing as he cleaned her, not even when his fingers lingered over the swollen folds of her still soaked sex.
Hunger stirred in him, and she arched a brow. I see rumors of your insatiable appetite are proving to be true.
Intimidated, consort?
She sent laughter to his mind and allowed her charka to leak from her and curled over his hardness. She fisted his length and slid her mouth over his cock. He stumbled, a virulent curse slipping from his lips. He was thick and hard, hot and demanding. Ajali groaned, as she licked beneath the head, before taking him fully again. His hands threaded through her hair, clenching on the strands, then he began to fuck her mouth with smooth, powerful strokes.
