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“Help me break the spell.” She grabs my tusk and brings my lips to hers, but she doesn’t kiss me. Instead, she whispers, “and then I’m going to fuck you on your throne.”
My cock is painfully hard and it takes all my self-control to focus on the first part of what she said. Break the spell. Right. Easy enough. I take the gem from her hand and smash it into the floor, shattering the stone. Power bursts through the room, buzzing over my skin and making Daisy’s pupils dilate. She sucks in a breath as the stone walls around us tremble, but after a few seconds, whatever remnants of magic fade.
“Get off my throne, little flower.”
She complies, and I rip off my clothes before taking the seat, gazing at her in that scrap of fabric. Her thick red hair spills over her shoulders as she walks toward me, hips seductively swaying and pulling my attention to her hand playing over them, smoothing the fabric as she glides her palms in to cup herself.
“You know,” she says, voice a little breathy as she presses into her hand. “I’ve been dreaming about mounting you on that throne for weeks.” I pat my thigh. She licks her lips and closes the distance. “This is always my favorite part of the dream,” she whispers before climbing onto the chair and planting her feet on the arms.
I shove her dress up as her fingers dive into my hair. I lean forward and hook my tusks under her legs, bringing her right where I want her. She smells sweet and needy. Like temptation and nirvana. Teasing her with the tip of my tongue, I swipe through her heat, tasting her with a rumble of approval. She pushes herself toward my mouth, asking for what she wants like I taught her and who am I to deny my queen?
Gripping her hips, I smash her cunt against my mouth and taste every sinful inch of her. The flat of my tongue sweeps through her slit before I seal my lips around her clit and suck hard. She moans and bucks, coating me with her essence. My cock throbs but I take my time, thoroughly drawing out her first orgasm until she’s trembling so hard she’d fall off my tusks if I weren’t holding her up. Before she stops shuddering, I start to tease her again but she pulls my hair and tips my head back.
From this angle, I can barely see her eyes around the curve of her tits. It’s enough to make my dick leak with need. She’s fucking perfection as she is, but with her eyes hooded, cheeks flushed with pleasure I gave her, she’s a goddess, and I’ll worship her for the rest of my gods damned life.
I slide two fingers inside of her, and she bites her bottom lip. My thumb finds that sensitive nub and her hips roll into the touch as I knew they would. Her walls are velvety and slick around my digits and I scissor them inside of her stretching and prepping her to take me while I tease the prospect of another orgasm. She’s taken my cock quite a few times now, but I won’t be so careless as to not prepare her. Thanks to my saliva, her body shifts to accommodate me. By the time she whimpers my name, begging for mercy, I add a third finger and curl all three, stroking over that spot deep inside of her. I watch as her eyelids flutter closed and her back arches, pushing her tits out as she grips my hair tight.
“Look at how pretty my queen is,” I murmur and slowly extract my fingers. “But you’d look even prettier sitting on my cock.”
She releases my hair and grasps my tusks as she climbs off the arms of the throne to straddle my hips. I pull the dress up and she lifts her hands. The fabric glides over her skin. Her nipples pebble in the cold air, and I lift her up so I can suck on my favorite one—the one on the right. Her desire drips onto my dick.
“Orcus,” she whines.
“Yes, My Queen.” I lower her hips and her hands find my hardened length, positioning me at her center. We watch as she slowly sinks onto my cock. Her nails dig into my shoulder when she takes me all the way. Her stomach bulges ever so slightly, but I know it isn’t painful when she begins to circle her hips.
“Fuck, it’s deep,” she rasps, but I don’t think she’s complaining. “I can feel you everywhere,” she continues, lifting her gaze to meet mine. “It shouldn’t be possible.”
I bring my face to hers and smirk. “It’s possible because you’re my mate.” I capture her lips and steal whatever other words she has to say. Daisy’s thighs clamp around me and she starts to move. I let her use me, let her take me however she can. I let her come first, moaning my name until she collapses onto my chest. Then I take over. I languidly work my hips in and out of her, loving how even after she’s spent, her walls clamp around me, like they’re desperate to keep me right where I am.
With a dark chuckle, I thrust up and she moans, grasping my arms. I wait, giving her a chance to tell me to stop. She doesn’t. I slap both my hands on her ass and grind her against me and thrust in again. Her lips close around my nipple and I grunt in surprise.
“Don’t stop,” she whispers before biting me. It’s firm, but not enough to hurt. “I need you to come inside of me, Orcus.Please.”
My chest swells with pride. She’s come so far. She’s not holding back now, and neither do I. She may not realize it, but every time I thrust inside of her, I make a promise. A promise to make her smile. A promise to protect her. A promise to love her until my last breath. A promise to give her everything she’s ever wanted. Her hands find my tusks, like they have a hundred times before, and it feels like home.
“Look at me,” she whispers.
Yes. A hundred times yes. My vision tunnels, and all I can see are those gorgeous green eyes watching me, waiting. She tightens around my length and I release a sound no ogre would be proud of, but Daisy simply grins and does it again. I realize as much as I thought I was in control, I never was. It’s always been her. I relent and give her everything she’s asking for, and she tugs me forward in time for her lips to capture the whisper of her name on mine.
My mate. My little flower. Daisy.My Queen.
Epilogue
LOVE IN UNEXPECTED PLACES.
DAISY
“They’ve found me, Daisy! They’ve found me!” Edgar shouts. “And I was zipping back and forth in that wheelchair like you’ve never seen, ready to take on whoever your mothers sent,” he tells his kids who are sitting around the large table in the private royal garden. They’re almost his age, but they look at him with child-like affection. They’re even smiling despite his reference to what he’d done. Edgar’s made up for all the time he’s missed and they’re as close as can be now.
His bushy eyebrows jump up his forehead and his gaze meets mine across the table, eyes dancing with mischief.
I’ve been queen for exactly a year, and he still thinks this is the funniest story he’s ever told. Shaking my head, I glance at Orcus who is wearing the goofiest grin I’ve ever seen. Orshana and her daughters are waiting for Edgar to finish the story. I don’t know why they’re all acting like they haven’t heard it before.
“But then Daisy opens the door, brave as can be, and scares the assassin away, but not before taking his weapon.”
“This is the best part,” Orana, age twelve now and far too young to be hearing parts of this story, whispers to Oraya. Oraya rolls her lips in and tries not to giggle.
“He was the mailman, Edgar. How many times do I have to tell you that? And it wasn’t a weapon, it was a—”
