Page 13 of Horns of Wicked Ebony (Deathcaller Duet #2)

A ir whooshed from my lungs, and I slumped into Rokath.

“That was intense,” I murmured after a moment.

My limbs tingled as the adrenaline bled away.

Seeing them again, seeing Zaph again, after he harmed Rokath and me had been about as difficult as I’d imagined.

Yet the way Rokath defended me…it made my low belly flutter.

“Are you alright?” he asked, hooking two fingers under my chin and forcing me to look up at him.

“I’m fine, Rokath,” I said, a soft smile blooming on my face.

“More than fine, actually.” I ducked out from under his arm and flattened my palms over his armored chest. Dark hair spilled down my back as I looked up at him through long lashes.

“Would you really rip their bones from their flesh while they were still alive?”

“Little imposter, I would savor every moment of pain I inflicted in your name,” he murmured darkly, snatching my waist and making my breath hitch. “You want me to do worse? I’ll do worse. I’ll do anything to show you that I’ll protect you from harm.”

He fell back onto his throne of bones, bringing me with him.

I straddled his hips and walked my fingers up to the skin that barely peeked through the gaps in his armor.

The base of his throat bobbed as I stroked the stubble there.

Working beneath his helmet, I removed the ebony skull and revealed the seriousness of his promise etched into his rugged features.

He removed a hand from my lower back and threaded it through the hair at the base of my neck.

A sting of pain almost made me hiss, but then he scrunched and tilted my head to the side.

The rough feel of his face against my neck soothed the ache, and the way his tongue flattened over my fluttering pulse made it abate entirely.

His hot breath dusted over my sensitive ear as he rasped, “You are mine, mate .”

That word wrung a shiver from me. “Mate,” I whispered back, rolling my hips into his. “I loved hearing you call me that to their faces.”

Rokath groaned as I stilled my movements over his quickly-hardening length. “Did I terrorize them enough for you?”

“Yes,” I breathed, finding his shoulders and adjusting myself again. The seam of my pants rubbed deliciously against my center.

Rokath released his grip on my hair, and in one smooth motion, he lifted me off his lap and placed me on my feet in front of the throne. A noise of protest slipped out of me until he scooted to the edge and pressed me to my knees. The weight of his hands on my shoulders robbed me of air.

“Mmm, you look so pretty there, little imposter. Much like the first time I saw you.” The burgundy of Rokath’s eyes had all but disappeared as his pupils dilated.

Lust drowned our bond. “All I could think about was how I wanted to shut you up by shoving my cock down your throat. I think I’ll do that now. ”

I raked my teeth over my bottom lip as I looked up at my mate.

His frame was imposing, powerful, dominant and his energy consumed the entire space.

Without breaking our connection, he unbuckled the straps on his shoulders, allowing the metal to fall away.

With tender care, he placed the pieces on the floor beside the chair.

Grem and Zeec scattered to their beds as if they sensed the dark twist in the air.

Easing forward, he tore his tunic over his head and revealed the skulls, roses, and animals that decorated his torso. His chiseled abdominals flexed in the low light as he reached for the ties of his pants. My eyes flicked to the long, thick outline above the metal plates strapped to his thighs.

“Free my cock, Assyria,” he commanded, capturing my face in his large hands and tearing my attention back to him. His burgundy eyes hypnotized me with the depth of devotion in them. “Show me how much you appreciated my defense of you.”

He released me and leaned back, bracing his corded forearms on the skulls decorating his throne. Rokath might not have been a king, but there was no doubt he was a God among us. Wetting my lips, I scooted forward and reached for him.

Every other time I’d had him in my mouth, he’d taken control of the actions and I’d been a passive participant in his pleasure. I couldn’t deny how much I loved his domination of me, though. Nerves fluttered in my belly as I wrapped a tentative palm around him and squeezed.

“That’s it,” he rasped as I did it again. “Now reach inside and let me feel your hot skin against it.”

Doing as he instructed, I wiggled the ties looser and found the beast. A thick vein throbbed along its length, and I ran my thumb across it before splaying my fingers around him.

Rokath’s eyes closed, and a line formed in his brow as I worked him up and down.

Emboldened by how I was affecting him, I tugged his pants wider and lower until his dick burst into my vision.

The woven rug dug into my knees as I shifted forward, opening my mouth to take him inside it.

Fisting the base, I licked my lips, then wrapped them around the glistening head.

A swirl of my tongue pulled a low groan from Rokath.

His fingers dug into the skulls on the armrests, turning white as I dipped my head lower.

Pride blossomed in my chest while arousal bloomed between my thighs.

My jaw ached as I worked to take him deeper.

Closing my eyes, I bobbed up and down, only to be stopped with a hand wrapping around my long hair.

“Look at me while your pretty lips are around my dick,” Rokath rasped.

Raking my gaze up his torso to his face, I did.

Drool fell out of the corners of my mouth and over my chin.

Rokath wrapped my locks tighter to get them out of the way. “Keep going.”

I opened my throat to suck him down. He hit the back, and I gagged, struggling to breathe through it.

“You can take it,” he told me, the utter confidence in his voice empowering me to continue.

Flaring my nostrils, I dragged in a ragged breath and sank lower.

But Rokath wasn’t satisfied. Using his leverage, he pushed until my nose brushed his belly.

Tears blurred my vision and spilled over as all my air was cut off.

“Fuck, Assyria, your mouth,” Rokath ground out, the sound a heady mix of primal pleasure and tumbling rocks. My center wept for the power I wielded over my mate. Again, I gagged, and only then did Rokath ease me off him. A string of saliva connected us still.

Rokath cupped my chin and traced his thumb over my swollen bottom lip. “Such a good girl for me,” he praised, and more wetness slicked my thighs. Then, he mapped a path from my face to the base of my neck, wrapping his large hand around it. “Tell me, did you like it when I cut off your air?”

“Yes,” I heaved out, and his fingers tightened again. He scooted forward, his cock bobbing with the movement. The tip weeped, a bead of moisture threatening to fall onto the bones of long-dead Angels.

When it did, a wicked, sinful heat swept through me. My attention flicked up to Rokath’s frame towering over me. Those damn lips curved into a sinister, merciless grin. “Open for me, mate.”

Obediently, I did. Rokath wasted no time in shoving himself in again.

Flattening a palm on the back of my head, he pushed down.

I gagged, hard, lungs seizing, while he pistoned in and out of my mouth.

The sensation was overwhelming, and my heart thundered against my ribs.

Tears streamed out in rivulets as he continued to chase his pleasure.

Impossibly, he thickened against my tongue.

With one harsh thrust, he buried himself in my throat.

Ropes of his hot cum coated the back of it, and it was all I could do to swallow him down.

A string of curses followed, and finally, he released me.

I barely had a moment to rake in a breath before he yanked me from my kneeling position.

My knees protested until he spun us, supplanting me on his throne.

Rokath shoved my thighs apart and buried his head between the leather.

Inhaling deeply, he squeezed my thighs, thumbs digging into the sensitive insides.

“Fuck, I can smell how aroused you are, Assyria.”

Over the seam of my pants, he dragged his teeth against my core. My hips bucked at the touch, and a wanton whimper slipped from my throat. “Please, Rokath.”

“Beg me,” Rokath commanded, his riotous burgundy eyes lifting to collide with my own. “Beg me for your pleasure.”

Desire was something I’d always been taught was shameful, and yet, with the Halálhívó—the Fates-chosen savior of the Demons—kneeling between my thighs, the only emotion present was pride . At how I’d brought the most feared male in all of Keleti to his knees .

Ready to worship me .

I had hated him; I now loved him. The power, the pain, the pleasure, I craved all of it—all of him.

Rokath opened doors I’d never imagined existed inside me, drawing out a nature I’d long kept hidden. And I was not above asking for him to teach me more, to give me more. Not when he’d always oblige.

“Please, I need you,” I panted, lust tumbling through my veins. An ache bloomed in my jaw, a reminder of the bruising way he’d taken my mouth. Yet I could think of nothing more than having that hot, hard length inside me.

Since our return, we’d yet to couple again. Our bond flared as if it too recalled how long it had been, growing as insistent as my dripping center and his throbbing dick. “Now,” I whimpered, more of a desperate demand than an obedient plea.

He pressed the backs of his knuckles into the seam and dragged. “This little cunt is greedy for pleasure, isn’t she?”

“Yes,” I breathed, pushing back into him, chasing more sensation. He rewarded me with another drag of his hand against my center. The groan that fled me was so loud a flash of worry that we’d be overheard slipped through me.