Page 77 of Cruelest Kiss and Fairest Blood (Tales So Wicked #2)

“Please.” I grit my teeth and give in to my desires.

Trusting Lenore completely transforms my most vulnerable moment into a damn rewarding experience.

She wants me to beg, I’ll beg. I’ll give this woman anything she wants for the rest of our eternal lives together.

“Please, Lenore. Please fuck me. I need this.” The words taste foreign but not entirely unpleasant.

“That’s a good fucking boy.” She resumes teasing me, increasing the pressure as she circles until the tip presses inside.

A little bit in and back out. She works herself inside me bit by bit.

It’s new and uncomfortable, but I resist the urge to ask her to stop.

I said I’d give her a chance to act out her fantasy.

A fantasy I’m more on board with by the second.

The shadow tendrils she used before unlocked a place deep inside me that I never knew existed. Lenore pushes deeper, and the shadow cock finds that same place with far more precision. My throat catches on a sob of pleasure and every protest I’d been building up to dies in my throat.

Lenore

Absolute fucking power roars through my veins.

I can’t believe this is happening. I’ve fantasized about this for weeks.

Harrow is so strong, so thorough in his dominance.

I never imagined he’d agree to this. Using my shadows to make him come that first time released the dark desire to dominate from the glass box it’d been hidden within all my prim, pristine life.

Pushing inside him and feeling his body tense and buck has my heart jumping into my throat as it races so fast it may leave my body. The sounds he’s making have me so wet I could fill the damn river.

“If you need to stop, or something doesn’t feel good, just tell me.

” My breath is shaky as I speak. I have no clue what I’m doing, but Harrow’s reactions give me all the incentive I need to keep going.

Adopting a rhythm I’ve felt Harrow use a million times with me, I move my hips in slow, deep thrusts.

Harrow whimpers. Excitement shoots straight to my core.

“Feel good?”

“Fuck, yes, fuck…”

I’ve never felt so alive. Ironic it’s happening in the land of the dead.

My pace is steady. How the hell does Harrow make this look so easy?

I’ve barely started, and already my knees are aching, my ass is burning, and my lower back is screaming.

If we’re going to make this a regular thing, I’d better start working out.

My fingers dig into the solid muscles of his back, anchoring us closer together. I’m so packed full of adrenaline I could explode. Harrow’s moans and groans of pleasure are all a result of me. I’m doing this to him, giving him pleasure while he takes it and begs for more. It’s fucking thrilling.

It isn’t long before his body is trembling beneath me. Is this what it feels like for him when he makes me fall apart? I’ve always thought it was amazing how he knows when I’m close. Being in charge, I can see it so clearly. He is definitely close.

My confidence grows by the second. “You gonna be a good boy and come for me?”

“Yes, you… feel… uhh… so good.” His voice is broken.

The harder I fuck him, the harder my doppelg?nger fucks herself. She scoots forward, giving him the full view just inches from his face.

“Damn, that’s hot,” Harrow growls out. He runs a finger up the shadow woman’s inner calf. The sensation tickles, making me giggle.

“Can you feel when I touch your shadows?”

“Yes, of course.”

“Good. You’ll be coming along with me.”

Harrow’s mouth descends on the pussy of my shadow self. The sensations go straight between my own thighs. I didn’t know that could happen. It’s a struggle to stay focused now that he’s tongue-fucking me. The excitement has my hips moving harder, shadow cock burying deeper.

He grunts, “Fucking hell, Roseheart.”

My hips buck wildly when he sucks my clit between his lips.

“This isn’t fair. I wanted to make you come fir?—”

My orgasm cuts through the burning of my muscles, spinning my mind and filling me with euphoria. Like a pleasure-powered machine, I keep thrusting through my climax. Harrow releases me, groaning as his muscles tense. He grunts, crying out. I hear his spend hit the floor—wet, sloppy, and so hot.

I did it. I fucking did it.

His body shudders, and my movements slow. I slide in and out of him twice more before slowly pulling all the way out. Harrow collapses. My chains vanish, along with the harness. Harrow’s breathing is labored, eyes tightly shut.

We’re both quiet for a few minutes, lying together on the cold crystal floor. When my breathing evens out, I ask him, “What did you think?”

“We will definitely be doing that again.”

My grin is too wide to hide. He cracks an eye open.

“You look awfully pleased with yourself.”

“I am pleased, thanks for noticing.”

He gives me a breathy chuckle. “You’re a wonder, Lenore Roseheart. A fucking wonder.”

I draw Harrow a bath to soak his sore body and massage his knotted muscles.

“You did so good.”

“Oh no you don’t. You may have been in charge for those few minutes, but I’m back on top now.”

I shriek as he drags me into the bath, soaking us both.

“Where the hell did you learn how to do that?”

“Oh, well, I didn’t even know a man could experience pleasure from that. Amidia told me.”

“Dammit, Amidia. I’ve got to keep you two separated. Before you came here, the Serpien were well-behaved.”

“Lies. They just kept their devious proclivities hidden from you. Do you know what kind of equipment they have beneath those snake bodies? Mytha said she once almost tore her girlfriend in half when she?—”

Harrow’s palm presses over my mouth. “No more, please. I have to work with them every day. Keep the stories of their sexual escapades to yourself.”

I wiggle out from under his palm. “You’re saying you didn’t like the things Amidia taught me? Your cum all over the throne room floor would suggest differently.”

Harrow flips us, pinning me to the edge of the tub.

“That mouth of yours gets filthier by the second.”

“Must be from that dirty cock you keep shoving between my lips.”

Harrow’s eyes widen. “Fucking hell, Roseheart. Who are you ?”

I squeal as he descends on me, covering me in kisses and murmuring things about cleaning every filthy inch of me with his tongue. It takes us two more hours to make it out of the tub. Not that time matters down here. We have all day, all night, an eternity to spend together.

It takes longer than anticipated, but I still make sure to visit my animals when we’re done.

Dragging Harrow along with me is always entertaining.

The animals are far more comfortable with him now that they’ve passed on.

We tour the forest, finding even more lovely blooms than the day before.

The landscape is constantly changing. It grows, blossoms—like our love.

My herd of furry and feathered friends follows us as we walk. A patch of star-shaped lavender flowers catches my gaze. Picking a full bouquet, I take them to my favorite garden—the one where my parents reside.

They don’t know me. It’s difficult, but for the best. Not knowing me means they no longer know pain, tragedy, or fear.

They’re not worried about whether I’m safe and healthy.

I was happy to see they ended up in the same garden.

Harrow says no one recognizes each other here, but I’ve seen things that make me believe otherwise.

The brush of my father’s hand against my mother’s fingers as he ambles past. A moment of stillness where they stand inches apart, staring at one another.

I like to believe they know one another still.

I’ve never learned how my mother and father died. All I know is that it was at the hands of Cassius and Catreena. Poison would be my guess, though I’ve never been able to confirm my theory. I just hope they didn’t suffer. At least they aren’t suffering now.

A third figure moves toward us. I was elated the day I discovered Gestin ended up in my parents’ garden. Of course he did. He’s guarding them even in death. Knowing his end was so brutal always sickens me. Seeing him here, completely at peace, has brought me some measure of peace too.

Laying the flowers on the edge of the garden, I wish them a silent goodbye. It joins the dozens of other bouquets I’ve left behind. It turns out Underworld flowers never wilt. My mom would have loved this place when she was alive.

“I’ll be back tomorrow.” I always say the same things. My words fall on deaf ears, but it makes me feel better to talk to them as if they can still hear me.

Harrow is as patient as ever. He stands nearby, quietly watching the interaction. I’ve spent hours here before—especially when I first arrived. He never rushes me, never says a word. My Raven King.

When I’m finished, Harrow extends a hand to me. I take it, and he guides us through the forest.

“Were you able to see Melly when you last surfaced?” I ask.

“She is just as you remember. I shadowed onto her property just in time to hear her call the horse she was learning to ride a ‘right cunt and a half.’ It threw her shortly after.”

I laugh so loud I snort. “Sounds like her lessons are going well.”

Melly survived the atrocities of Catreena and her monster.

After she fled the castle, Harrow was able to track her to a small inn outside of town.

The poor thing was in bad shape after hiding in the castle walls.

Lucky for her, a mysterious distant relative died that very week and gifted her a gorgeous country estate and a fortune to go with it.

Melly is a survivor. She didn’t bother to question the details.

It meant a new life for her. The castle itself is condemned—too much death and darkness surrounding it.

No one enters its cursed halls, which means no one noticed Harrow’s ravens when they removed the royal collection of gold and jewels and deposited them in Melly’s new home.