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Eighteen

Lorcan

S he tenses as we reappear in the middle of the massacre, but I quickly distract her by moving my other hand down to the crotch of her leggings and pressing the heel of my hand across her clit hard . I can feel her heat through the fabric, and it’s glorious.

“You’ll keep us safe, won’t you?” I ask with false innocence, loving the way her eyes widen with alarm.

It’s not just fear, though. Those pouty lips part on a gasp as I rotate my palm, shifting the pressure enough to drive her to her toes as she chases it. She wants this. Danu made her to be a redcap’s mate. My fucking mate.

She’s so pretty when desire darkens her features. Prettier still surrounded by carnage. My mouth goes dry at the vision of her naked, painted in blood.

One day! One stab at a time—or was it step? Eh. Who cares?

Ghosts surround us, their spectral outlines blurred by the sea of under fae passing through them as they join the fun. When redcaps go to war, we don’t bother taking our caps off to collect the blood. We just rip our enemies apart until their life-force falls like rain.

Glorious, sticky red rain. The brim of my hat extends to collect as much as possible. Blood showers Rose as well, splattering her in victory as I use my thumb to angle her jaw back and up towards me and kiss her.

Fucking perfection. The taste of her, mixed with the scent of death in the air and the warm wetness of blood on my skin, is heady. Her teeth nip at my tongue in quiet reprimand, and I take the punishment gladly. She can bite all she likes, as long as she doesn’t ask me to stop.

The spirits around us fight on. Screams erupt from all directions, making my pulse race until I’m dizzy with it. Drunk on Rose and violence.

Grinding my cock against the plushness of her ass, I rotate my palm again before using my claws to rip away the fabric separating me from my mark. It’s only her thigh, but she tenses a little until she realises she can’t feel the cool air on her bare pussy… yet .

I’m not obsessed with touching my mark. I just want to do it every second of every minute of every day. And when my ears pick up the sound of someone approaching before I can indulge myself, it makes me a little bit stabby.

Without looking back, I blink. Our would-be-attacker’s throat tears like paper under my claws. Blink. I’m back in front of Rose this time, kissing her like her world is ending as his blood joins the fountains around us.

Should’ve maimed him a little more. Oh well. Next time.

I can almost hear the smoke whistling out of the dullahan’s ears from here. It makes me grin and kiss my pet harder.

She moans into my mouth, her perky little breasts moulding to the shape of my free hand as I massage them over her tunic. My claws leave dark stains on the fabric.

I want to see his blood on her so badly. How pretty the red will be against that creamy skin. I’ll clean her up with my hat and?—

Nope. Don’t rip it off. Don’t rip it off.

She asked me not to. I shove my hand under the hem of her tunic instead.

There’s always next time, after all. There will be a next time—if I don’t fuck this up. The others think our lush little female is too delicate for this, but they’re wrong. Look how far she’s come. Even now, with death all around and an audience, she’s responding so sweetly to my touch.

When my hand finally becomes reacquainted with her breast, I rake one blood-streaked claw over the hard little bud of her nipple until she gasps against my mouth and sucks on my tongue like it’s my cock. One of her tiny hands reaches down to cup my crotch in return, and I grin ferally against her.

“What do you plan to do with that, little pet?” I ask, hoping against hope that she says something like ‘fuck it’.

I swear I come a little every time she says filthy things to me.

Rose glances up at me, a hint of intoxicating vulnerability mixed with the determination and mischief in her purple gaze.

“Please come.”

Fuckkkk !

I buck against her hand as my orgasm rips through me. Lightning runs down my spine and into my balls as I empty them into my leathers. My fingers clench on her breast, and I barely have the presence of mind to funnel my pleasure back down the mating bond so she can feel exactly what she’s done to me.

She gasps against my fangs, and I grin. She’s had her fun.

My turn.

My claws rip the hole I’ve already made, extending it and granting me access to her pretty pussy.

Fuck. Yes. She’s sopping wet and needy, just like I knew she would be. I run the pads of my fingers through those silky folds, gathering the moisture and circling it over her clit before forcing them inside her with two rough pumps, then retreating again. At the same time, I pinch the bud of her nipple between my thumb and forefinger, tugging it until she squirms.

Her moan is lost to the screams of the dying. I pout a little, resolving to make her do it louder next time, then lick a speck off Rose’s cheek to console myself, flicking her clit once more before sliding my fingers back inside her.

I want her to come like this, and her little pussy is clenching around my digits like it’s on board with that plan, but Rose has other ideas.

Her hand, still cupping my cock—which hasn’t gone down even a little—rips at the laces of my leathers. I grin, stepping back to rip off my shirt and then use my claws to cut through the strings for her.

A ghost takes the head of the warrior headed for us, and blood splashes against my bare chest as her hands sweep the muscles there. The flush painting her skin contrasts beautifully against my alabaster white and the blood. Her softness the perfect contradiction to my hardness. We’re both glittering, covered in the dust her wings have been weeping since I asked her to do this. I lick it off my hand with a groan. Only one part of her tastes better…

She’s heading for my cock, but I’ll be damned if I let her take this from me. I want to come inside her next time.

“Ah ah ah,” I tsk. “The next time I come, it’ll be in your pretty cunt, and I won’t stop until you’re dripping with under fae cum for all of those prissy courtiers to see.”

I fall to my knees eagerly, dragging her leg over my shoulder in one smooth motion. I nuzzle my mark for a second, then bury my mouth in the heavenly taste of her. Sweet and floral, like candy. I alternate between kissing the mark on her inner thigh, fucking her with my tongue, and suckling at her swollen clit until her hands fist painfully in my blood-soaked cap.

I want her nails in my scalp. I want her fingers tugging at my hair when she falls apart.

“Wear it,” I order her. “Put it on your head.”

My claim on her, for all the world to see.

She does it without hesitation, my hat obediently transforming into a beautiful red crown as soon as it touches her mussed up hair. Satisfied, I return to my task, relishing the sweetness that is my favourite thing in the world. Her hands fall into my hair, and she clings to me as her knees shake and her body trembles.

I tease her, flicking my tongue over her clit in just the way I know she likes. I want her to enjoy this, because I know the second I feel her molten heat gloving my cock I’ll lose all control. Well, what little remains, anyway.

My pet comes so prettily, screaming out her pleasure like she’s forgotten how many fae are around us. I lick harder, prolonging her orgasm until she looks down at me with fire in her eyes. Her grip on my hair turns bossy, shoving me back onto the blood-soaked charred earth. I barely notice the valravn circling us in the sky because she’s there, greedily shoving my cock against her pussy, using our combined cum as lube to sink down onto me.

Watching her determinedly struggle to lower herself is too much. I grip her hips, urging her with my hands to take me deeper, forcing her to take it all.

Her face goes slack, head falling back as her glorious ass finally meets my thighs. Her full tits thrust forward as a moan escapes her, then she looks around and freezes.

Panic effuses the lovely expression I was admiring, and I glance around at the hungry fuckers watching her cunt strangle my cock.

I don’t know who she’s seen. I don’t care. Releasing one thigh, I grip her throat in one hand and drag her face to mine.

“They don’t fucking exist.” My hips buck, drawing a shocked cry from her. Her liquid heat pulses around me. “You feel that? That’s your world now. You.” Thrust. “And me.” Thrust. “And your pretty pussy taking.” Thrust. “Every.” Thrust. “Inch.” Thrust. “Of my cock. Like the fucking queen you are.”

I punch up into her from beneath, my pearls moving torturously between us, rubbing her walls until those violet orbs slide closed. Her hair falls around us like a curtain as she surrenders. I’ve lost all control of my actions. Nothing matters beyond the place where we join and the purple glitter falling from her in waves. If she wants to stop, the dullahan is going to have to pry me from the depths of her body.

“Only you,” she promises. “Only you. Lore !”

“That’s my good girl,” I purr, powering into her. “You shouldn’t have made me come first, pet. Don’t you know the second round always lasts longer?”

Her thighs jiggle, and her walls clench around me like a fist on each withdrawal, trying to keep me inside her wet, gripping heat. I watch her topple over the edge with glee, committing every moment to memory as her hungry pussy gushes around me.

It’s not enough. It will never be enough. I want more.

“Violet roses,” I whisper.

She’s mid-orgasm, and from the screech that almost deafens me, far too sensitive to process the enchantment. That was the plan. I want her delirious, so she can’t think about the fae drawing closer. They’re watching. I know they are.

Who wouldn’t? My pet is perfect. She’s soaking my thighs, getting off on this as much as I am.

She’s also mine . I growl the word over and over as I grip a handful of her ass and yank her down harder, chasing my own pleasure for a second time as Rose babbles and cries with my hand around her throat.

One day, maybe I’ll experiment with putting pressure there, restricting the blood flow to her brain and watching as the out-of-this world orgasm hits her. But she didn’t agree to that, and I’m mindful of the púca’s threats.

Watching the Fomorian endure Nathair venom was fun. Experiencing it myself? Nope. No, thank you.

Her spine flexes, her head falling back a second time, and I release her neck and grip both of her thighs, using the leverage to continue hammering into her poor, swollen pussy.

She’s got her eyes closed, and I take the time to look to my left, grinning at the sight of other redcaps who’ve also gotten caught up in the battle frenzy and joined in with the sexual carnage. I meet the eyes of those watching, letting them know that I see them. I know they’re getting off on their Nicnevin’s pleasure.

And they will never, ever get to touch her.

Then my eyes land on the bitch herself, looking disdainfully down her nose.

Hard copper eyes look down at us, unreadable save for the tiny crinkle of contempt between her brows.

I release Rose just long enough to flip Cressidick off, then switch so my thumb puts more pressure on my Nicnevin’s clit, aligning our marks at the same time.

Rose detonates, slumping against my chest in a puddle of well-satisfied female. This time, I let her take me over, too. My cock jerks like it’s trying to break free of her gripping cunt as fire streaks down my spine and bathes her insides. I massage her flesh wherever I can, peppering her face with kisses as she buries herself against me.

“Snuggles,” I murmur, dragging in heaving breaths of her scent mixed intoxicatingly with mine as my dick stops vibrating. “Goddess, pet. You’re everything.”

It’s true. She makes every single moment of my life before pale into obscurity. Best. Mate. Ever.

“Are they watching?” she whispers back, and the fact that I can hear her makes it clearer than ever that the battle is well and truly over.

“Your wolf is having a fun time snarling at anyone who stares for too long,” I promise her, even as my cap morphs into her favourite hooded poncho, covering the rips in her clothes.

There’s blood smeared across her skin and mine. Her hair is a mess, and she doesn’t seem quite as relaxed as I feel.

“Want me to kill anyone who looked?” It might take a while, but I’m a redcap with skills. Besides, when we’re done, she might let me do this all over again. “I can give you a necklace made of their eyeballs if you like. We can string them up, bake them down into beads and?—”

Rose silences me with a squeak and another stolen kiss, her cheeks burning with so much heat that it radiates across the short distance between us.

She might be embarrassed, but I’m not lying. I will happily murder thousands for the chance to repeat this.