Page 34 of Let The Devil In

He groans and grinds his hips into my fist. “Yours, my queen.”

Pleased, I spread my legs and put him back where he belongs.

“Again,” I pant. “Harder. Fuck me.”

Rather than comply, rather than submit to the beast in his eyes, he turns me. He shoves me face down into the mattress and then he does. He fucks me until I’m screaming and clutching the headboard. He rails every inch of that dick into me with the mindless rage of a man staking his claim.

When he pauses just long enough to stuff a pillow under my hips and twist a fist in my hair, I’m openly sobbing. My legs won’t stop quivering and I’ve cum so many times my pussy is sore.

“Open your fucking legs, baby. I won’t be denied your holes. I will breed you.”

He’s back inside before I can catch my breath and he’s pumping with purpose. With a single mindless focus.

To put a baby in me.

It won’t happen. I’ve been on the pill for years, but the trying is magnificent. The roleplay of it is exactly what I want. I’m definitely beginning to think I have a massive breeding kink because the sound of his growl in my ear as he drives to the base and sprays that scalding cum is enough for me to give him anything he wants.

Done with me, he shoves me onto my back and folds my legs to my chest. I watch him examine his handiwork with sly amusement.

“Almost there.”

I raise an eyebrow. “For?”

His dark eyes lift to my face. “Two cocks. Need to get you good and stretched before midnight.” My look of horror is ignored by him as he straightens. “Now, get up, or I’ll turn you over, bind you to the headboard and call my brothers up.”

He might be trying to be serious, but I laugh.

“I just told you to use me for your own pleasure. That might not be the best threat.”

Despite the heat in his eyes, Roan grins. “The perfect queen. I would ride into battle for your cunt. I would return drenched in the blood of your enemies, fall at your feet and eat your pussy with your legs around my head while the entire court watches. While Father watches you ride my face.”

I groan and reach down to rub my clit. “Show me. Eat your queen’s pussy. Show me what a dedicated soldier you are.”

With a growl, he does.

CHAPTER SEVEN

My limbs are jelly the entire way down the stairs several minutes later, freshly showered and thoroughly destroyed by the man holding my fingers.

I have not been this relaxed or sated ... ever. Even done on my own, sex began and ended with a short spike and fizzle.

But Roan made sure we didn’t leave the bedroom until I begged him to stop. Until I was so sensitive the thought of him touching me again broke me to tears.

And I fucking loved every second.

Until we hit the bottom landing and I remember his brothers. The other two in the house. The house with the thin walls and echo chamber corridors.

Sure, we’re all adults and everything I let Roan do to me was consensual, but I was not quiet. He made sure I screamed every chance. Almost like he wanted them to hear us even while telling me, mocking me to be quiet.

As we pass, I glance at the clock. I expect hours to have gone by. I even crane my neck to be sure I hadn’t seen wrong when the gold hands linger at seven.

“What?” Roan asks when I stop and turn fully to face it.

“I could have sworn it was already seven, and the hands were silver. I think.”

Because I also think they were gold. Maybe it’s the light and I just keep catching it at random times, but I’m almost certain it was seven before I...

Had I gone to bed?