Page 7 of House of Demons and Bones (Shades of Ruin and Magic #5)

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Sy

W e crossed back to this side in my form, with Barbie sulking inside me.

Back in the dragon realm, the scorching sexual tension between her and the chaos prince could’ve melted those snowy mountains. But Barbie played the hardass, refusing to cave in just to spite him, watching him suffer with his obvious hard-on. Well, her pettiness backfired, as she didn’t get laid either. Now she was even more frustrated, giving off bad vibes like a champ.

I had to block her out before her foul mood poisoned mine. One of her self-help books warned about not engaging with narcissists, so I kept my focus up instead of down, letting her brood in her corner and biting my tongue. You couldn’t help those who didn’t want to be helped.

I inhaled deeply, savoring the fresh air. This was what freedom felt like—moonlight on my face, wind in my hair, a fresh start before dawn.

The world slept on. Indigo and ash gray smeared across the sky. Sentinels prowled the campus perimeter; the security was tighter after the battle with the Shriekers. All five kingdoms had shipped in small troops to bulk up Shades Academy’s defenses. But none of those soldiers ventured into this restricted zone.

The portal had spat me out at Underhill’s edge, and boom—I felt Rowan. Our connection zinged to life, and I knew he sensed me too.

I strode into the dark forest, my pulse racing at the thought of seeing my prince.

Underhill still blocked Rowan from its depths, but he didn’t mind camping out in the cabin.

Two shadow beasts flanked me like bodyguards on escort duty.

“No work today,” I told them. “Just visiting my mate.”

The beasts looked stumped, Underhill’s confusion bleeding through. Then they bailed, trotting off, guard duty over.

I pushed open the cabin door, swaying my hips with a grin.

“Little monster,” Rowan called, already moving before I got a good look at him.

He pulled me into his arms, crushing me against his chest. We’d been apart less than an hour since he had been booted from the dragon realm, but he acted like it’d been months. We were just that desperate for each other.

“Hello, stranger,” I purred.

“I’m not a stranger,” he growled. “If you need a reminder, I can show you.”

His mouth claimed mine, hot and demanding. I parted my lips for him right away, and he invaded my mouth with his tongue. His minty breath mingled with mine, and soon we were panting with searing lust.

My claws traced the rippling muscles of his back, making him shiver. What scared most men thrilled him. My fangs and claws were a thing of savage beauty for him, and in his bones, he was the same. He only played the gentleman for others.

He’d ditched Killian’s farmer getup. Now he stood bare-chested with his designer leather pants riding low. My mouth watered—my man was pure temptation. I ground against his hard bulge, his heat stoking my fire, warming my slick cunt.

I slipped my hand into his pants and stroked his massive cock. My long fingers could wrap around only half of his girth. He hissed in pleasure as I pumped his length.

His lips molded mine as he kissed me with raw need, bruising me, his hand palming my pussy. I still wore the gown I’d conjured from pure magic, the fabric clinging like gossamer to my bare skin beneath. A delighted giggle departed my lips as he pressed the heel of his palm against my aching clit, sending sparks of pleasure through me.

Then he broke the kiss, leaving me gasping. His fingers traced a searing path along my slit. When he brought those fingers to his mouth, tasting my cream, his eyes glowed silver.

“It tastes like nectar,” he said.

I flashed him a knowing smile, magic thrumming beneath my skin. “Of course it does, sugar.”

“You’re mine, little monster,” he said, voice rough with promise. “I like that you’re so wet for me. Always ready for me, aren’t you?”

I wiggled my ass, and before I could even spread my legs wide enough, he plunged two fingers into my heat. A moan and a gasp escaped from my throat at the incredible pleasure. The prince thrust his fingers in and out, his thumb rubbing my swollen clit.

“You like everything I do to you, my little monster,” he said, his heated gaze tracking every flutter of my eyelids, every tremor that coursed through my body.

I was busy moaning instead of answering him, and he watched me with burning lust.

“I need to fuck you now, babe,” he hissed as my hand pumped up and down his cock.

His pants dropped, his cock springing free, still in my hand. He pulled his fingers out of my cunt, removed my hand from his swollen shaft, and placed the thick head of his cock at my entrance. We both watched him rub his cock up and down my slick sex, my heart pounding, my blood heating at the erotic sight. I couldn’t wait to be fucked.

“Didn’t you say you needed to fuck?—”

He hooked my leg over his forearm and drove into me with brutal force before I could finish my sentence. I gasped at the exquisite sensation as he embedded himself deep within me.

My gown vanished, leaving me bare to his touch. He dipped his head to take my taut nipple into his mouth while pounding into me, every thrust smooth, powerful and delicious. I whimpered, wanting more, wanting everything. The prince pushed me against the door, fucking me with abandon, the wood creaking at the force. Then he gripped my thighs and lifted me with my legs wrapped around him.

A lot of times, he preferred me beneath him, so he could watch every flicker of pleasure cross my face. I liked him to thrust into me from behind with me on all fours.

His eyes searched mine, seeking reassurance that I was real, after learning what I was.

“You want my cock badly, don’t you, little monster?” he asked, his voice rough velvet around me as he drove into me deeper.

“You know the answer, sugar,” I purred between shivers.

“I can never get enough of you.” He pounded into me rapidly, sending my boobs bouncing. “Every second, I want to be with you, holding you, fucking you, and claiming you.”

“I want the same, but now you know why we can’t be with each other all the time.”

“I’ll cherish every second I have with you,” he said.

A high counter materialized beneath me—Underhill’s gift. Rowan blinked at its sudden appearance before setting me down. I adjusted my position, planting my feet on the edge and thrusting my hips forward, baring my pussy for him.

“Looks like we have an audience,” he said as he drove into me hard.

“We do,” I said breathlessly. “We always have an audience.”

“Now that everyone saw you at the party, you don’t need to hide anymore. Come to my penthouse, and we’ll have more privacy. I want to pamper my girl.”

My heart stuttered. I wanted that.

My pussy gloved his cock, milking it. Then he tensed and stilled, something on his mind.

“Can Barbie see everything we do and hear everything we say?”

“Of course. She and I are inseparable,” I said as worry crept in. “Will that hurt your performance?”

“Want me to display my prowess, little monster?” He pounded into me brutally, making his point clear, and I lost my train of thought amid waves of pleasure.

Desperate moans escaped me. My lover’s eyes darkened, his hunger and lust mirroring mine.

“Audience or not, no one can get in the way of me fucking you and relishing you. But is she watching now?”

“Don’t focus on her,” I said.

“I just want to make sure she’ll behave.” He lowered his voice as if by whispering, Barbie wouldn’t hear him.

“Don’t poke the hornet’s nest,” I warned.

Rowan nodded. “Everyone knows she’s a nuisance and a cockblocker.”

“She only blocked you and Killian,” I said. “He got it worse. I watched her kick him out of bed before he could even finish.”

“She did that to him?” His eyebrows shot up. “That’s intense. And Killian took it well?”

“He warned her to play nice.”

“Did she?”

“She turned around, flashed her naked bottom at him, and walked out on him,” I said, snapping my fingers. “Just like that.”

Rowan shook his head. “That girl. Even Killian can’t handle her. But then, he probably deserves it.” He pondered for a second while driving hard into my heat. “He deserves her,” he concluded.

“Maybe let’s not criticize her,” I said. “Barbie doesn’t take criticism well, and lately, she’s been extra negative. We need to be careful around her. She can be petty. Just look at what happened with Killian. Who kicks their sugar daddy out in the middle of fucking?”

Rowan embedded himself deep in me. “I don’t feel sorry for that asshole, though.”

“He’s a jerk, all right, but he didn’t deserve to get kicked in the balls while he tried to sate her mating fever,” I said. “Anyway, it’s not my business. Can you tell us what happened after you went back to Shades Academy, so Barbie will stop bugging me?”

“The heirs swarmed me the second I got back, demanding answers,” he said. “I took Killian’s advice. I raged, cursed, and told them to go bother that asshole instead. I admitted that Killian was risking a house war by dragging me into a death duel over some unfounded rumor. Then the heirs wanted to know about the rumor. I threw them off again and told them to ask Killian themselves since he’d returned to his house.” He chuckled. “Now the heirs are storming his house while I’m here enjoying fucking you. Karma is a bitch.”

The cabin door rattled and the counter under my ass shook as he pounded into me vehemently. I thrust my hips forward to meet his plunges. We fucked with abandon, moaning, groaning. Our bodies collided with wet sounds that bounced off the wooden walls, so fierce and erotic that the shadow beasts started howling outside.

Inside my head, Barbie jerked forward, annoyance flitting across her face. Now that I was having the best time of my life, she hated being pushed aside, stuck watching. Finally, she got a taste of what I’d had to live with all this time.

Wrap it up, Sy, she snapped. This was supposed to be a quickie, but you’re taking forever. I need to get back to the mage house.

I ignored her bullshit. She couldn’t stand seeing anyone else happy. Just like her mate.

Fuck off, I told her. I’m working.

She yanked at me, and I shoved her back. Then she rammed into me harder.

Rowan had no idea of my fight with Barbie as he kept pounding into me, driving me mad with desire, my blood on fire. Ecstasy rushed through me. I was on the edge, but I fought against coming—the second I climaxed, Barbie would drag me away from my sugar. So I held back, stretching it out as long as I could.

Fighting my orgasm was pure torture, especially when Rowan’s next series of hard thrusts sent me high into the clouds. But it’d be worth it if it meant spending more time with him.

“Touch yourself, little monster,” he ordered me.

I flicked my swollen clit with my claws, and Rowan watched with dark hunger, lust distorting his face.

“Harder, baby,” he said. “Beg me to fuck you brutally.”

I opened my mouth to beg, just for fun, but the voice that came out wasn’t mine at all.

“Yes! Yes, fuck me harder! Please, I beg you!” Barbie shrieked like she was auditioning for a horror flick. “You’ve got the biggest cock, according to Sy anyway. I don’t mind yelling about the size of your cock to boost your ego. But hey, remember that blonde who shouted about the dwarf’s huge dick in Game of Thrones ? He strangled her to death.”

Rowan froze, scanning the room before fixing me with an incredulous stare that matched my own shocked look.

“What the hell, Sy?” He squinted at me. “Did Barbie’s voice just come out of your mouth?”

“What the fuck, Barbie?” I hissed.

“Yeah, that fake pleading was all me, you two geniuses,” she admitted in a scornful tone. “You promised it’d be a quickie, so let’s mean it, shall we? Chop, chop!”

“I never said it would be a quickie,” I growled.

“This unholy coupling has dragged on long enough.” Her voice kept spilling from my mouth. “All the pounding and shameless dirty talk with the polluted scent of sex in the air! I’m pretty laid back, but even I have my limits. You two can’t just fuck like animals while the rest of us deal with gritty reality. Life is hard for me already. The House of Mages is my last shot, and I’m late reporting back. Cade is a good man and a better prince, and he trusts me to be a proper mage. I won’t let you screw this up for me like everything else. He’s probably pacing outside my room right now, wondering what happened to me. I won’t let him down. Not again.”

Rowan and I traded stunned looks at her outburst. What an obnoxious twat!

I clamped my mouth shut, but her voice pushed through anyway. My pain-in-the-ass soul-sister had proven that when she wanted to be heard, not even our evil father could shut her up.

My voice burst out alongside hers. “Hush, Barbie! You’re ruining everything!”

“The longer you two go at it, the more shit piles up for me,” Barbie kept ranting. “So, please, wrap the fuck up. I can’t take more stress, guys. My heart is racing so fast and?—”

I threw up another sound barrier. Ever since discovering my magic, I’d been tossing my power around, but it was hit or miss. This barrier worked somewhat. Barbie’s words pushed through but came out garbled. I counted that as a win.

Then she switched tactics, threw her head back, and howled. The shadow beasts joined in, backing her up unconditionally.

“What the fuck?” Rowan growled and wrapped his arms around me protectively.

He hasn’t ejaculated his bountiful seed into Sy’s womb yet, Underhill chimed in for everyone to hear. But do you want me to boot him for being slow or disrespectful?

My sugar’s eyes widened.

Let’s be nice, Barbie instructed. But if they’re not done in two minutes, throw him out . We don’t want to be seen as weak.

Roger that, Underhill gloated. Initiating countdown. And Prince Rowan shouldn’t act so cocky. The chaos heir’s got him beat by half an inch. And the way their tips ? —

Rowan blinked and shook his head.

I bet he got the message, Barbie cut Underhill off. Nice attention to detail though.

Underhill preened. When’s Killian coming back? He and Rowan put on the best cock shows.

Underhill had no grasp of human or supernatural emotions, just parroting thoughts from Barbie and me without context.

I sighed in defeat. “Better get it done fast, sugar. They’re already ganging up on us.”

“Doesn’t Underhill like us as well?” Rowan asked hopefully. “Can’t you get it on our side?”

“Forget it. Barbie and Underhill are thick as thieves,” I said. “There’s no breaking that bond. She got here first, and the wild magic sees me as competition.”

“Why?” Rowan asked. “Aren’t you two basically twins?”

“Fifty seconds left,” Barbie chimed in. “Tick tock.”

“Back off,” I growled. “Or I’ll do the same when you fuck Killian next.”

“I’m not having sex with him ever again,” she scoffed. “I rejected him, remember? I’m the FMC in a rejected mates story. Following the tropes.”

She was nuts, and you couldn’t argue with the crazy and the stupid. Rowan and I shared a look of understanding as he picked up speed, pounding into me so hard that I saw stars. Pleasure rippled through me, dancing on my nerve endings. This was no longer a rage fuck but an emergency fuck, which was hot as hell too.

“I can’t believe we’re in this situation,” he said, thrusting into me powerfully. “Whenever Barbie is involved, everything turns to shit.”

I nodded, ashamed of Barbie.

“We’ll spend the night in my house,” Rowan decided. “And I’ll ravish you all night.”

With a growl, he brought me to the bed, thrusting into me with urgency. My legs clamped around his waist. The bed cracked and broke under his force, dumping us onto the grass below, which didn’t stop us from claiming each other.

We’re not making you another bed, Barbie grated, thankfully not through my mouth. Next time use the bushes. I’m done being nice—look where that got me.

You sound like a bitter ex, I shot back. And no thanks. We’re not coming back here. I’m drawing the line.” I gloated, “You know what? We’ll fuck in my mate’s luxury penthouse from now on.

With one long, powerful thrust, Rowan stiffened atop me, grunting as he came. His cum filled my depths. I exploded on his cock, milking him, and screamed his name instead of calling him Satan, as Barbie had spitefully done to the chaos prince.

Rowan gasped, riding the waves of our mutual pleasure, and I giggled in satisfaction.

His energy flowed toward me, but Barbie dove in first, snatching what she could. I lunged after her, racing to pull in more than that greedy professional cockblocker.

Then I froze when Rowan whispered, “I love you, my little monster.”

“Say it again.” I needed to make sure that I hadn’t heard him wrong.

“I love you.” His rich voice turned fierce. “Always will.”

“And I love you, sugar.”