Page 38 of His Dark Delights
Lilly
Dawn light filtered in through the windowpane, casting an amber glow on the lavish room. It wasn’t the light, but a slight dip of the mattress that stole me from slumber. A calloused hand slid over my hip, and he exhaled a captivated sigh upon finding me naked under the blanket.
Soren’s lips gingerly explored my shoulder blade. The warmth of him seeped under my skin and the hair on his chest tickled my spine as he moved in behind me. In the fading darkness, I forgot myself, luxuriating in the silent passion of the man wedging his knee between my thighs.
He reached around my hip, urging my leg forward. His hand dipped lower, slipping into my sex and drawing out my arousal. Fingers danced on my labia before targeting my clit, spreading my juices until I was quivering and slick.
Ren entered me. The delicious filling and stretching swept the breath from my lungs.
His grip on me was firm and guiding as he manipulated me onto my stomach before withdrawing and thrusting back into my channel.
The weight of his toned body, his impressive strength, and the heat of him crushed every concern in my mind.
Soft sounds escaped my lips each time he rolled his hips, driving deeper into me. I sighed when he pulled out and gasped when he entered. He moved slowly, steadily, rhythmically, with his head buried against the side of my neck to inhale my scent.
“You’re always so wet for me. Gods, your pussy feels so good, Lilly.” He lifted my hips and reached around to strum my clit with his thumb. A lewd shiver raced through me, and my hips squirmed, rocking back onto his length.
“Ren… ah,” I mewled into the pillow, twisting my fingers in the blanket.
“That’s it, pretty girl. I want to feel you shaking and gushing on my cock.
” Ren stopped playing with my clit to cup his hand over me.
He spread my sex open further, feeling himself slid into me.
“Do you feel how perfectly we fit together? This drippy, soaked pussy squeezing my cock belongs to me. You’re mine. Always mine.”
“Nn… ah!” I wanted to reply, to say something clever and rebuke him, but Ren clamped his teeth onto my neck while circling my clit once again. Unstoppable surges of ecstasy coursed through the pit of my belly, spiking high and vibrant. I came hard and only the pillow muffled my screams of bliss .
“Gods-fuck, you get so damn tight when you come.” His rough hands dug into my hips, holding me in place as his hips jerked. “I can’t… I can’t hold back any longer. I’m going to fill you, Lilly. I’m going to come so deep that you feel me in your womb for the entire day.”
Stimulated by his salaciously wicked words, I came again. Our mingled cum leaked out, dripping from my pussy and down his balls. My upper half sank into the mattress, and I was vaguely aware of Ren spreading my sex open and watching his seed seep out.
Then he dipped the head of his cock in my entrance, delicately tucking his escaped release back inside of me. I bodily trembled, sighing from the eroticism of his actions—and secretly relishing being full of him.
Ren rolled over onto the bed, then promptly reached for me. His brawny arms tugged me across his chest, and my heart quivered when he embraced me. He was solid and familiar, his warmth clashing with the chill in my veins. I yearned to cling to him and nuzzle my face against his thumping heartbeat.
Despite the comfort I wanted to accept in his arms, the same thing he took from me, I couldn’t. My awakening thoughts fought through an erotic haze to remind me of the winged man in the dungeons.
“Where have you been? After we returned to the palace, you disappeared.” I kept my eyes on the dark hair on his chest, idly tracing the dip between his pectorals.
A low chuckle shook his chest. “Why? Did you miss me?”
My shoulder rose and fell dismissively.
A drawn-out sigh vented from him. His fingers threaded through my hair, slowly letting strands drop and tickle my spine .
“I am sorry for being gone so long. First, I met with the council and Cecily to go over the details of the attack. After that I met with the fae who tried to kill me—” he sniffed, voice dipping into a half-growl “—the damned Fairy Prince. We… spoke. Then I spent the rest of the night with the council, planning an execution and my return to battle.”
“You can’t!” I shot upright, hands braced on his chest. Ren’s eyes widened before narrowing. “Your Majesty, I only mean that jumping back into the fray right now seems hasty. Wouldn’t this be a better opportunity to make peace negotiations?”
Soren scoffed before sitting upright. “Peace? The Prince of Fairy tried to kill me—twice—and you’d speak of peace?”
“The prince in your dungeon… didn’t you kill his father and publicly burn his wings?”
Ren had the sense to look away, into the darker corners of the room.
“Doesn’t he deserve the same rights to vengeance that you’ve claimed?
You started a war against all the fae for what happened to your mother, yet he only sought retaliation against one.
Not your people—You. Make an offer to the Fairy Queen.
Tell her you have her son and that you’ll return him, and all the fighting can end. ”
Without a word, the king rolled off the bed. I caught myself from falling and pulled a sheet over my chest. I watched, breathing hard, as Ren buttoned his trousers with a shake of his head.
I had no other means of helping Lunaric out of the dungeon. No training with weapons, no knowledge of secrecy or espionage, and no physical strength to fight my way out. If I didn’t talk Soren out of the execution, then I had no options.
As much as I trusted Rhydan, he wouldn’t help me free the fae prince. He was far too loyal to his friend, his king, to consider such a scheme.
Perhaps I had one thing, the very thing Soren sought me out for. I allegedly had an indomitable allure in my command. That was a power I could try to wield against him.
When Soren bent to snatch his shirt from the floor, I peeled the blanket from my body. His eyes flicked up as my bare legs came into view, and his gaze followed the curves and planes of my body as I rose to my feet. Interest glinted in his eyes, already dark and hungry once more.
To the best of my ability, I swayed forward. My skin was flushed, and my breasts rose and fell with each steady breath I took. And Ren paused, twisting his shirt between white-knuckled fists, enrapt and frozen as I approached.
I placed my hand over Soren’s chest, seeking to appeal to the softer side I knew he was capable of. His chest shuddered once under my palm before he held his breath. I rose onto the tips of my toes, skimming my lips across his parted mouth.
“My King, we were so close to finding happiness together, but if you go through with this, we will never find it again. End the war and spare the fae prince—”
The Butcher released the breath he held with a snarl, as if a spell over him had broken.
Faster than a blink, his fingers curled around my wrist, snatching my hand away.
He towered imposingly over me, seething like a maddened beast. “You confuse me with someone prone to mercy.” He tossed my hand away before twisting toward the door.
“I’ll see you at the execution, Lilly. And that’s not a request.”
Two hours later, I sat before the vanity in the bathroom, wrapped in a towel as Mrs. Gibbons dried my hair. I picked at the leftover grapes from my breakfast, sulking as she brushed out my hair.
I turned over ideas, ranging from pretending to be sick or throwing myself out the window. Soren couldn’t expect me to attend a fae death if there was one already dead at the base of a tower.
His Majesty knew how much I hated his cruelty and the war. Ordering me to attend the execution was a calculated move. He wanted me to witness him in action as king, to see him under the light of his nickname—The Fairy Butcher.
And he wanted me to love him regardless of it. I couldn’t say that I didn’t understand the sentiment because I did. More than anything, I related to that craving, bone deep and soul weary. I knew that wanting in my heart.
“Now, let’s get you dressed, dearie. It’s warm for a spring day. I think a lovely gown of vibrant tulle or gossamer would serve well,” Mrs. Gibbons commented.
“No,” I blurted, catching her bewildered eyes in the mirror. “No, I’ll wear black today.”
Her face blanched. “Black. That’s only for funerals and periods of mourning.”
“I’m attending an execution, Mrs. Gibbons. Not a celebration. I’ll wear black or nothing at all, and I don’t think His Majesty would appreciate the latter.”
She clicked her tongue but huffed remorsefully. “Aye, girl. Black it is.”
Left alone, I stared at my leftovers. A half-eaten biscuit soaked in the pool left from greasy sausage. Red grapes rolled as I pushed them around with the point of my knife—
An unknown force seized me. A whispered instinct curled around my thoughts, winding me up and guiding my hand.
Before I realized it, I’d tucked the knife into my underthings, hidden from Mrs. Gibbons and the king.
She returned with a heavy layer of black fabric draped in her arms. As she dressed me, she didn’t feel the sharp thing hidden flush with my skin, pressed flat against my ribs.
I didn’t know what I’d do with it. I loved Soren too much to raise a blade against him, but if the gods whispered a warning in my ear, I’d be a fool not to listen. And I already knew I was a na?ve fool, but I wouldn’t go to a fairy execution unprotected.
Mrs. Gibbons tightened my dress, laced up my heeled boots, and styled my hair. Dressed, stomach quivering, and nerves brittle, I followed her to the main hall on shaky legs.