Chapter 18

Chapter

Eighteen

~ Princess Blake ~

I didn’t kill Kai. I can hardly breathe. Can hardly wrap my head around everything that Dante’s just told me.

I’m torn between feeling annoyed that the asshole lied to me, and relieved that it wasn’t my vagina that killed the demon. It wasn’t me. I mean, sure, there is some evil magic that tried to kill Kai, erm I mean, Dante, and I can only guess it has something to do with whatever is behind the forbidden door in the vault, but that’s a problem for another time.

Right now…well, right now, one of my mates is between my thighs, and for the first time I don’t feel like I have to stop. At this thought, my desire burns brighter, and my body heats like lava is traveling along my veins. Leaning down, I kiss Dante, sliding my tongue against his, and he groans into my mouth, his hands moving behind my back and pressing me closer to him. It’s not long before I’m grinding against him, our breathing shallow, and it takes a lot of effort for me to lift up and pull my shirt over my head. Dante’s midnight eyes remain fixed on me, his eyes hooded as he watches me peel off the layers. My demon mate. Mine. And I can have him.

His hands skim along my body, and I reach down, unfastening his pants. I help pull them off his thick thighs before removing my own, and he continues to watch me. His eyes are so dark they’re almost black, and I smirk at the burning desire in his gaze. But he doesn’t move. It’s like he knows I need control, at least for now, and he’s happy to let me take my time. Climbing back up, I admire the dark tattoos inked over his body, and I run my hands up the hard lines of his abs.

“Mmm, how did I get so lucky?” he mutters, his muscles hardening at my touch.

As I straddle him, I start moving my hips, neither of us wearing clothing now, and he groans as I slide against him, teasing the length of his very impressive cock. “I’m not sure lucky is the word I’d use,” I say, teasing myself as much as I’m teasing him. “Have you seen the mess we’re in?”

I let the tip of his cock enter me, moaning before I let it slide out again.

“Fuck Blake,” he curses, gripping my hips tighter. His eyes flick to mine, and his face is dead serious. “All I see is you, princess. And you’re fucking stunning.” Bursts of blue spark in his eyes as he speaks, like his magic is pushing against the power of his cuff, straining to be free, and for a moment, I stop moving, unable to speak.

“Let me in, princess,” he rasps, his eyes wild and desperate. Desperate for me. For us.

And this time I don’t have to say, ‘no.’ Because he’s my mate, and merciful Lady Fate I need more. “Yes,” I whisper, and it’s all Dante was waiting to hear. His expression turns completely feral, his fingers digging in as he flips me onto my back and moves between my legs, pushing his cock inside my body with one smooth thrust. I gasp at the sensation of him filling me, his cock burying so deep it makes me cry out. Pleasure tears through me, and I grab hold of his horns, my thumbs rubbing over the ridges, and making him shudder.

“Stop,” he warns me, his deep voice a throaty rasp. “I’ve waited too long for this, princess.”

I chuckle darkly, continuing to rub his horns because I enjoy the way it makes him groan, his lips parting. He curses, and pulls his cock out, and then he’s lifting my legs and resting them on his shoulders, practically folding me in half. I’m barely in position when he thrusts in, pushing in even deeper than before, and his name is a moan on my lips. He gives me a sensual smile, picking up speed as he moves his cock in and out of me. “One taste of you, Blake,” he says hoarsely between labored breaths. “And I knew I could never get enough.”

My heart squeezes as the pleasure builds inside me, tingles racing over my body as I near my release. “Dante,” I whimper, and his tail reaches around, the tip sliding between my legs and teasing my clit as he slams inside me again, his cock forcing in as deep as it can go. My inner muscles clench around him as I’m left practically screaming, but he only chuckles, fucking me harder, his tail practically vibrating as it moves against my clit.

It's too damn much. I open my mouth, and I’m intending to say that I can’t breathe, because as he drives into me in this position the air is knocked from my lungs, but the next time he slams into me, I swear I see stars, and I cry out instead, my nails tearing through the fabric as I fist the sheets.

“Never,” he says, thrusting into me again. “I could never have enough of you.”

Tears spring to my eyes. “Good,” I tell him, “because you’re mine, Dante.”

My words shatter him, and he fucks me like this is our last time together, though if I have my way, this is only the first of many, many times we’ll be like this. A surge of power rises in me, despite the fact I need all five of my mates to seal the bond, but then the magic of the cuff comes alive, sending a wave of agony up my leg. The pain is chased away by pleasure as Dante pulls his cock all the way out and thrusts it in again. His tail continues flicking my clit at the same time, and my orgasm rips through me. Dante keeps pumping into me, the wooden bed protesting at the strain as he tries to drag out the orgasm for as long as possible, and I let go of the sheets, reaching up to grab and stroke his horns. Groaning, he comes not long after, his dark eyes sparking with blue as he spills into me, filling me with warmth.

My demon. Because he is fucking mine, and there’s nothing stopping me from having him now. It feels so damn right, and I shudder beneath my demon.

Dante hangs his head down, pressing a passionate kiss to my lips. “You all right, princess?” he asks as he moves back and lowers my legs, propping himself beside me.

I’m not sure if he’s asking because he endured the pain of the cuff as well, but I smile, because not even a reminder of our cuffs could ruin this moment. “Never better,” I tell him, and he grins, his sensuous lips curving upward.

“Told you I wasn’t going anywhere,” he says, reminding me that he didn’t die while we were together. He kisses my hair, pulling me close, and I trail my fingers down the hard panes of his sweaty chest, need already building in me again.

“And I finally believe you,” I tell him simply. “But if you’d told me you were Kai sooner…”

“I know,” he replies, blowing out a breath. “Any chance you can forgive me, princess?”

I grin, making a show of tapping my head thoughtfully. “Hmmm, I’m sure there’s more you can do to earn my forgiveness.”

He gives me a wicked smile. “Then I’ll gladly spend eternity making it up to you.”

He wiggles down, sucking my nipple into his mouth, and my laugh turns into a moan as I breathe in his scent. Fuck I love apricots. I sink my fingers into his hair, but my eyes snap open when the door opens.

“Whoa, you go girl! Get it!” Shade’s comment sounds in my head as the others all filter through the doorway and stop abruptly, staring at where we’re on the bed. Dante still has my nipple in his mouth, and for a moment I think he’s just going to ignore them and keep going, but then he pulls back, turning to the others with a smug grin.

Ah, crap.

Nate’s eyes heat, and he looks like he’s contemplating shoving Dante out of the way and taking his place, but Alaric and Prince Callan both tense like they’re preparing for battle.

“Get dressed,” Alaric growls, and I bristle at the order.

Dante chuckles. “Jealousy doesn’t look so good on you, assassin.”

Alaric’s jaw ticks, but before the giant can retaliate, I slip out from beneath the covers. I stand there completely naked for a few seconds before slowly starting to dress. “And here I thought my mate would enjoy seeing me unclothed,” I tease, giving Alaric a saccharine sweet smile. I know I’m pushing the assassin’s buttons, but now that I realize there’s no risk that bedding my mates will kill them, I’m enjoying teasing the asshole.

“Oh, he does,” Shade comments. “Look at those tight lips pressed together. I bet he even has his ass cheeks clenched going by how tense he is.”

“Thanks for the visual, Shade,” I reply dryly.

“You’re welcome!” she sings.

Nate’s smile is predatory as he watches me. “I know I do. Now that you’re finished playin’ with the demon, how ’bout you let me show you what a shifter mate can do?”

I grin, biting my bottom lip, and Alaric glares at him. “Stop encouraging her,” he growls.

“Now, why the fuck would I do that?” Nate replies. “We’re not all made of stone like you.” My shifter takes a step toward me, and my pulse skitters, but we all turn when the door opens again, and Mason walks into the room.