27. Zain

TWENTY-SEVEN

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W e left the next morning, saying goodbye to the lovely estate we'd spent a week relearning each other. It was like those first nights together in her apartment in Pleasant Grove, where we asked each other anything and everything.

It felt like maybe this was going to work. That even when everything fell apart, I'd still have her by my side.

Immediately after teleporting back, I was pulled into meeting after meeting, and all the work that had piled up over the last week needed to be done. Truly, ruling was a lot of monotonous decisions, as I tried to put our people's interests before my own.

We attended dinners with the court officials and the demon dukes and lords who controlled the surrounding lands. Luna sat tall with a crown on her head and a different pastel-colored ball gown on her every night. It felt like she belonged there, like she'd always been a part of this world.

She was a goddess. I truly didn't know what I'd done to deserve her. Every night, she slept by my side, looking so angelic, all curled up in my sheets.

My beautiful, brilliant mate. The one who would wear my crown, rule at my side. Fates, but I loved her.

My father had no idea about the fire in her eyes. I thought about the way her lips had curled over her teeth, the way she was so quick to jump to my defense as if I hadn't done horrible things. But she wasn't worried about that. No . She wanted to know how he'd hurt me. And those bright green eyes burned with revenge.

I needed to end it. Once and for all. We needed to end it.

What was I waiting for? She'd gotten better with her magic, but was it enough?

As if I'd summoned her with my thoughts, Luna padded into the throne room, wearing a white nightgown that ghosted the tops of her thighs, a cloak draped around her shoulders.

"Why are you awake, Moonbeam?" I asked, uncrossing my legs as I watched her move towards me.

"You're awake," she murmured, like that answered everything. Her voice was still groggy with sleep, as if the first thing she'd done when she'd woken up was come to find me. I liked that more than I could possibly express.

I quirked an eyebrow as she clambered onto my lap, wrapping her arms around my neck. "Can't sleep without you," she murmured in response. "You're like my personal furnace."

I hummed back, burying my nose in her hair, inhaling that floral, citrus smell I loved. Scenting her calmed my senses. Every fizzled part of my brain shutting down at my mate's presence.

"What's on your mind?" She asked, tracing a finger up my chest.

Where did I begin? I pulled back so I could look into her eyes. "I don't want to burden you with all of my problems."

"Didn't we discuss this earlier?" She frowned, moving her finger to smooth the worry lines on my face. "Your problems are my problems, are they not?" Her forehead rested against mine. "That's what happened when you married me."

"Yes." I shut my eyes. "I just need time."

"Sort of the perk of being an immortal demon," Luna said with a smirk, her fingers curling into my hair. "All you have is time."

I rested my hand on her thigh. "Yet it never feels like enough." I slid my fingers up, creeping toward where that tiny nightgown ended. There was a little bow between her breasts, and I wanted to pull on it with my teeth.

Her fingers brushed over the spot on her neck where I'd claimed her, marking her as my own. Merging our scents together so that no one would doubt that she was mine.

Just as much as I was hers.

"What?" I asked, tracing her cheekbones with my pointer finger.

"Can I…" Her cheeks deepened. "Can I bite you?"

I smirked. "Does my queen want me to wear her mark, too?"

Luna nodded, and I rubbed my thumb over her lip.

"That way, everyone knows you're mine," she said, the possession clear in her tone.

Kissing the mark that graced her neck, I bared mine to her. I have always been yours.

"Are you sure?" she mumbled the words as though she didn't already have all of me. Heart and soul.

"Yes. It would be an honor to wear your mark."

Humming in response, she ran her tongue over her canines.

"My possessive, ruthless little moonbeam, hm?" I eyed my mark on her neck. "Do you really want to?"

" Yes ." Her voice was breathy, and with a wave of my hands, I infused those canine teeth of hers with magic, sharpening them so she could leave a mark .

"Oh." She ran her finger over the razor-sharp tooth. "Are these…?"

"Temporary," I laughed. "But if you ever want them again, all you have to do is ask."

"Mm." Luna seemed to consider the idea before leaning into me to press her face against my neck. She inhaled deeply. "How do I do this? I don't want to do it wrong."

"You couldn't."

"And it won't… hurt?"

"Did it hurt when I bit you?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Well… no." She turned a beautiful shade of pink. "But…" I could tell she was thinking of that night. How the claiming had also been sexual.

Without her having to ask, I confirmed her thoughts. "It will be like that again. The wanting. The needing ."

"Oh."

"I won't be able to stop once I start. It's a primal need built inside of us. To fuck and claim . To make sure that our intended is ours. Like prey. "

"Prey?" Her eyes widened. She was so sweet and na?ve, like a little white bunny. Fuck, I could never tire of it. Not when every bit of my soul responded to hers.

"Mhm," I responded, a hum that had her giggling as she placed her lips over my throat. She kissed a line down the sensitive skin, from right under my jawbone to over my pulse point and down to the crook of my neck.

Luna's nose inhaled deeply, taking a drag of my scent.

And then, quick as a flash of lightning, she struck. Those teeth I'd given her buried into my skin, and she let out a small moan. Her bite wasn't painful, but it sparked something in me—in my very being. Primal and possessive.

A grunt slipped from my lips before I could stop it. My blood burned hotter as she released my neck, her tongue running over the marks like I'd done to her. The saliva helped seal the claim, keeping the small marks visible on our skin.

"Zain," she whimpered, even as her mouth remained poised over the same spot she'd just marked. Luna's free hand drifted down between her thighs, parting her folds.

Her scent permeated the air, the thick aroma of arousal robbing me of the ability to think clearly. Lifting her up, I swapped our positions.

Luna, sitting on the throne, me kneeling below her. The only woman I'd ever kneel for—my Queen.

She didn't have to tell me what she needed. We were one soul, one heart, living in two bodies. Her thoughts were my thoughts. Her wants were my wants.

Prying her knees apart, I buried my tongue between her folds, licking and sucking and devouring. I was dying of thirst, and her taste was the only thing that could quench it. In fact, I could get drunk off of it.

"Fuck," she cried. "You're so good at that. Don't stop."

Her hands buried themselves in my hair, trying to push me down deeper, and I flicked my tongue against her once in warning. "Luna, what do you want?"

A pant left her mouth. "To come."

"Is my good girl going to come on my tongue and let me lap up all of her sweetness?"

"Yes. Please."

My shadows wrapped around her wrists, pinning them to the arms of the chair before I did the same to her ankles, keeping her cunt slick and open for me.

"Now let me feel you clench around my tongue," I instructed before going back to lapping at her clit. Once I'd given it ample attention, I put my mouth back onto her, plunging my tongue into her center. Fuck.

I reached down, squeezing my cock. Just tasting her made me hard, and I was desperate to be inside of her, but I wanted her to come first. I was obsessed with getting her pregnant, and from what I'd read, it was easier if she had already climaxed. Maybe I could relax once my baby was inside of her. Once I knew she could never leave me.

Luna. I flicked her sensitive nub with my thumb, moving her clit in circles as I fluttered my tongue inside of her. Come for me, wife.

"Yesss," she cried, her orgasm ripping through her.

Luckily, after practicing with her powers, she didn't seem to glow after she came as much anymore. I almost missed it. The glow made her look ethereal, like a moon goddess.

Pulling my cock from my pants, I let it spring free.

"Let me touch you," she begged. "Let me taste you."

"My little queen wants to suck my cock?"

She nodded, her eyes glazed over with lust. "Yes."

I let the shadow restraints free, and she pushed me into the chair, moving between my legs.

"So big," she murmured, wrapping one hand around my dick, her fingers not meeting on the other side. "So thick." Luna leaned down, her tongue lapping up the pre-cum that oozed out.

"Do you think you can fit me in your mouth?" I asked, rubbing her lower lip with my thumb.

She didn't respond, too busy giving my length attention. She traced the veins with her tongue, all while moving her hand up and down at a slow pace.

Like she knew she was torturing me.

"Luna." I grit out. "Put me in your mouth. I want to feel you suck on my cock, Moonbeam."

"Mmm," she said, circling the head like she was licking a lollipop before finally—finally, her lips closed over it. She increased her pace on my shaft, sliding up and down as her head bobbed, alternating between taking me in a little deeper and sucking deeply.

"Fuuuck." I pulled her off, and she frowned, running her tongue across her lips.

"Did I not do it right?" Her cheeks flushed. "I don't have a lot of experience."

"Baby." I groaned. "If you'd kept going for one more minute, I would have spilled down your throat. And that's not where my cum goes, is it?"

"No," she shook her head, still kneeling between my legs.

"Where do you want it?"

"I-inside." She let out a rough breath. "In my womb. So you can give me a baby."

"Mmm." I fisted myself, squeezing roughly. "Come here, Luna. Come sit on my cock."

She scrambled onto her feet, straddling my lap and guiding me inside of her.

Her wet warmth welcomed me into her body as she sank down on me, inch by inch, as her hardened nipples brushed against my chest through her nightgown. I bent my head down, pulling the bow with my teeth and exposing her nipples to the air.

"Oh," she gasped, bottoming out, taking all of me inside of her. I nipped at her breast, biting down before soothing it with my tongue. "Yes ."

"Made for me," I groaned. "Your perfect pussy, just begging for my seed."

I helped her ride me, moving her hips as I sucked on her tits. Luna threw her head back, eyes squeezed shut as she came, her orgasm setting off mine.

Surging up, I pumped into her, releasing all of my seed into her desperate cunt, all of my effort focused on putting a baby inside of her .

"I hope…" Luna's hand spread over her abdomen. She didn't have to finish her thought because I already knew what she was thinking.

"Me too." I kissed her lightly before lifting her up into my arms and pushing her thighs together. "Don't let any leak out."

"Can't waste it," she agreed, letting her head rest against my shoulder as I carried her up to bed.

Perfect. She was perfect.

And all mine .

Forever, if I had my way.