Gemma groaned when I slapped my cock head on her clit, her body jerking, her thighs trembling. Slap, slap, slap. She huffed. The sound was obscene. Wet. Delicious.

“Learn this cock,” I growled, palming her hip, dragging her closer. “You’ll come to know it well, wife. You will take every inch of it with your cunt, with your mouth, with your tongue, with your hand. You’ll know it so well by the time I’m done with you.”

And even then, it will not be enough, I knew. Would I ever get this need, this lust, this hunger for my wife out of me?

I guided her hand to my cock. I hissed out a rough curse when I felt her soft palm close around the thick girth of it. When I let her palm go, she slid it down the length, testing the weight.

“Heavy, isn’t it?” I purred.

“Yes,” she said, biting her lip, her eyes practically glowing.

Her eyes were greedy on it, and that expression nearly made me come all over again.

“Lower,” I growled out, huffing out a quick groan. When her hand nudged my seal, I rasped, “There. Squeeze my knot. Right there.”

Every muscle in my body twitched when she did as I ordered, a breathless curse flying from my throat.

“Harder.”

Gemma was watching me as she squeezed tight. A hoarse cry left me, my hips bucking into her grip. That grip was enough to make my fangs prod into my bottom lip, drawing a bead of black blood before I licked it away. She squeezed and then ran her fist up the long curve, making words rumble from me, words I didn’t even quite hear myself.

The haze was rising. The film beginning to cover my eyes as the beast burst from me.

I could smell my seed in her cunt. I could smell it as it leaked onto the rug, mingling with her own cream. I needed her again. And again. I wouldn’t be right until I was seated deep—and as her delicious blood flowed over my tongue.

In the blink of an eye, I had her flipped. Gemma cried out, surprised. She weighed nothing to me as I positioned her on her hands and knees.

With one hand gripping the back of her neck, pressing her cheek into the rug, and the other guiding my cock into her tight sheath, I groaned in satisfaction as I sunk deep. Gemma grunted. A savage grin came over my expression, one she couldn’t see. My prim and proper human wife. With her ass in the air and moaning into the rug as I fucked her.

I ripped the tie that held her hair in place, watching the glorious length of it fall around her. I wrapped my hand into that silky mess, and she moaned, rocking her hips back to meet my measured, deep thrusts. Not deep enough to get my seal inside her but deep enough to just tease the sensitive edges of it.

“Fuck,” I rasped, gritting my teeth tight. Her own pace was desperate, but her enthusiasm made my knot swell. “Fuck. Yes.”

With one hand, I gripped her hip tight. Brought her back hard. I maneuvered my knees around her, spreading them wide for leverage.

Then I didn’t hold back.

“Oh gods, Azur!” she cried out, the sound muffled. “More, more, more.”

“You love this, don’t you?” I growled, hardly recognizing my own voice. “My greedy little wife. Raazos’s blood, your cunt is greedy for my cock.”

“Yes,” she moaned. Feral little sounds emerged from her throat. I saw her hands scrambling across the rug, trying to find purchase. The force of my thrusts were making her knees drag across it. “Yes,” she gasped.

“Tell me,” I ordered. I wanted to look into her eyes as she said it, so I pulled her up, hearing her choked gasp as the change in position forced her even lower on my cock. Her back met my chest, which was still covered in my blood, and I nudged her knees wider. My hand wrapped around her lower jawline and turned until I could see half of her dazed expression. “Tell me. Now.”

This was about her submission. She’d fought me before. Now I would demand it of her. I wanted her to be a mess for me. I wanted to make a mess of her.

This was a game we played. Toe-to-toe. It had been like foreplay before. I’d gotten a little thrill whenever she’d disobeyed me. Whenever she’d done something unexpected, giving me everything but her submission.

But now…

I was buried in her cunt. Now I would demand her obedience…even when her blatant disobedience made my cock even harder for her.

Her face was soft. Open to me. I felt a wiggling in my chest, a warm affection that should’ve made my guard go up. But it didn’t. Not when we were like this. Not when it felt like we were on the cusp of something fated. A fate we couldn’t escape.

“Tell me,” I ordered, though my voice was quiet.

“I love it,” she breathed, holding my eyes with hers. I nearly closed mine at her admission. In relief. In triumph. “I love this. Please, Azur.”

“You want more?” I growled.

“I want more.”

“You might regret your words by the end of the night,” I warned, shoving her thighs even wider, thrusting inside her to punctuate my words. My hands skimmed down her front, teasing her nipples, plucking them until she gasped, before my fingers trailed between her thighs.

A sob broke from her throat when I teased her clit. “It’s only morning.”

“Exactly.”

“Gods,” she whispered, her head lolling back until it rested against my shoulder.

Her whole body shook with my powerful thrusts. As I pounded between her thighs our flesh slapped together, so loud that I wondered if it could be heard down on the lower floors.

Never before had I felt this need. This driving, aching force that demanded I claim her body as my own. I thought I would be forever doomed to this rage if I didn’t fulfill that need.

“Kyrana,” I groaned, feeling my seal begin to swell when every thrust dragged her cunt closer and closer to it. A tease. A magnificent little tease. “More? I’ll give you so much more. More than you could ever want.”

A promise.

Or perhaps a warning.

Because after this, nothing would be the same between us.

Chapter 34

Gemma

Azur was sleeping when I woke.

Judging from the cerulean cast across the floor, it was midnight or a little after, the moon bright overhead outside the stretch of his wide windows. They were pulled open, a cool breeze sweeping over my overheated, sensitive skin.

In the quiet, the events of the day returned to me, slow and thick like golden honey. I didn’t dare move my body. It was well used. Bruised and bitten and licked and kissed. There wasn’t an inch of it that Azur hadn’t explored with a determined, erotic gleam in those red eyes.

My belly fluttered as I watched those eyes dart behind closed lids now. His black hair was tangled in his horns. He was scowling even in his sleep, his brows drawn down. The sharp slices of his cheekbones were more prominent in the moonlight, casting shadows in the hollows of his face.

Lying side by side, I realized we were still joined. I must’ve passed out after my last orgasm. Maybe he had too. I winced when I shifted, feeling muscles tug and pull deep inside me, muscles I’d never even been aware of before now. Slowly, I backed my hips away, and his cock slid from me, though it burned as it dragged against my sensitive flesh.

Azur’s eyes opened, a flicker of red in the darkness, his body tensing, all his relaxation from sleep gone. Then I felt him soften. A deep huff left his lips. His arms tightened around me.

“Hurting?” he asked, his voice quiet.

There was a time when, perhaps, he’d wanted to hurt me.

Now I heard the muted worry in his tone, in the way he studied me, his face turned toward me on his pillow.

“A little worse for wear,” I whispered back, not trusting my hoarse voice. Half the keep had probably heard my moans and screams. But I didn’t regret it. I didn’t regret a single moment.