Page 10 of Monster’s Consort (Blackthorn Academy for Supernaturals #18)

Bane

The moment Violet kissed me, everything else faded away because I swore, every time was like the first time all over again. The chills, the blood rush, the way my cock awakened, and her jolts of magic spread through me like a rapid fire.

I groaned into her mouth, resting my fingers on her jaw.

I settled my free hand on her hip, just over the expanse of skin exposed from beneath her pyjama top, relishing in the warmth against my palm.

Her skin was so smooth and warm and my monster beckoned to be set free from the touch.

I focused on keeping him in, though. He’d already shown himself once, and that hadn’t gone so well. In fact, it had gone terribly.

What were the odds the Dark Fae Prince was also an incubus like me?

Violet must have felt me tense beneath her. She pulled away for a moment, looking me in the eyes.

I gazed at her crystal blue ones, pushing away the awful thoughts that plagued me.

“What’s wrong?” she asked, concern lacing her pretty blue eyes. Her eyebrows furrowed.

“Nothing,” I said, because it was true. When I looked at her, nothing else mattered.

She slid her hand down my chest and I could feel the heat seeping through my skin. Her magic danced, igniting the flames that lived within me.

Ambi-magicked.

Not only was Desmond an incubus and a prince, but he was ambi-magicked. I’d never met anyone who could wield two elements before.

Gods, could the guy have been more perfect?

“Answer me honestly,” she said, her hand settling over my right pec.

“Of course,” I said, dipping my gaze to her lips.

“Are you jealous of Desmond?” she asked, shifting her weight on top of me.

I dropped my hand from her face, wrapping it around her waist. I leaned in to kiss her, but she pulled back only slightly. My monster pushed against the surface.

“Answer me, Bane.”

“I do not want to talk about Desmond O’Neil when I have you in my lap,” I muttered and she regarded me with a stern gaze.

“Then perhaps I should not be in your lap,” she said, her expression some mix of angry and cute. She moved to extricate herself and I groaned, grabbing her wrist.

“Violet, please...” I pulled her back into my lap and buried my face in her neck, breathing in her floral scent. Whatever shampoo and shower gel the castle provided made her smell divine.

“Bane...”

“Can you blame me?” I asked, grazing my lips over her neck.

She shivered with excitement, biting the plump lip of hers when I did so, which always made my cock twitch. Seeing her bite her lip made me want to bite her. Everywhere.

I’d already laid claim to her in the most intimate way I could. But the desire to mark her was still quite enamoring. I wanted everyone to know she was mine.

Mine mine mine.

“An attractive and charming incubus prince shows up on your castle door step, and I’m supposed to just be quiet?”

She sighed as my lips trailed up to her ear. I took the bottom lobe of her ear in between my teeth and gently nipped her.

“Yes, actually,” she said, though the tinge of annoyance in her voice was wavering. Perhaps if I kept up what I was doing...

I sucked on the warm flesh, trailing my tongue over the spot I’d marked her. The spot no one could see, really, unless her hair was swept up into one of those updos, and even then, you’d have to be close to see it.

That was her request, of course, and I obliged. At the time, I was more than satisfied with marking her in a place that was less likely to be seen, but now...

I grazed my teeth over her throbbing vein, getting lost in the scent of her hair, in the feel of her heat against my heavy cock.

My knot started to tingle and I groaned.

“Bane, focus,” she said, but there was a lust in her voice that was undeniable.

“I am focused,” I said as I licked the warm spot there, dragging my fangs over the faint scar.

Mine mine mine.

“Do you want to bite me?” she asked, her voice faint.

“Yes.” I knew there was no point in lying. Not when it came to this.

Not when it came to what lay between us.

This fire was ours and ours alone.

“Can I?” I asked, my voice full of desperation.

Violet rubbed herself against me in response, her palms on my chest warm and moist.

“On my neck?” she groaned, leaning back just enough to give me ample space.

“Everywhere,” I murmured, trailing my fangs down her neck to her collarbone. I grabbed the collar of her pyjama top and pulled it gently to the side, nipping at the taut flesh there as my fingers deftly toyed with the buttons on her top.

The moan that escaped her mouth was pure bliss.

I slid open her top, exposing her perfect, full breasts. I did not waste a second as I took one pert nipple between my teeth and sucked gently before nipping it with my teeth.

“We need to focus,” she said. “We need to... talk about this!”

Her frustration was edged in arousal and I could feel as she squirmed in my lap how wet she truly was.

Such things were inevitable, a response to my lust magic and what I was, of course, but beneath that, there was a signature.

My flames flickered beneath her skin as little purple sparks danced where I touched her. Her magic danced with mine, no matter how hard I tried to keep it contained.

“I’m focused on you, my little spark.” I kissed her neck, sucking the skin into my mouth.

“Sex is not the answer, Bane,” she mewled, but her words were weak.

“Perhaps it isn’t,” I said as I removed her top.

She shrugged out of it, wrapping her arms around my neck, pressing her breasts against me. From this position, she looked down at me, those crystalline eyes full of wonder.

With one hand, I held her in place while the other slipped down between her pyjama pants and where I sat.

It did not take long to find her hot, aching pussy, which was already quite moist. I gazed up at her, hoping she could understand. This...

This was the only language I knew when it came to making up.

I hadn’t had many serious relationships, but the ones I’d had, sex always seemed to smooth things over.

“Are you cross with me?” I asked, my thumb flicking her swollen clit.

She bucked against me, sucking in a breath.

“Do you want me to stop?”

She shook her head, her cheeks pink. “No,” she said. “I don’t want you to stop.”

I grinned, taking her lips like the prayer they were.

“But I am cross with you,” she whispered against my mouth.

“Then punish me,” I whispered as I slid one finger into her soaked entrance.

Her mouth fell open, kiss-swollen lips plump and perfect.

“Teach me how to be a better consort.” I kissed her again, the words breathing a life of their own.

My mind was a mess. There was so much I wanted to say, and I’d come to her room to talk those things out, because with Violet I could be honest. But somehow, it wasn’t the words I wanted to say that came out of my mouth, no.

It was the words I should have kept hidden that forced their way into the world.

“Don’t you have enough teachers?” she asked, her voice light and tinged with laughter.

I wasn’t joking.

I was being dead serious.

She pushed me back into the mattress and the bed creaked. We both stopped for a moment, not wanting to make a sound, but not wanting to stop, either. A brief moment passed and there was no other noise, so I whispered, “Those teachers are not anywhere near as smart as you.”

She grinned. “And how do you propose I punish you, Bane Locke? Hmm? With a ruler to your knuckles?”

I grinned as she carefully unbuttoned my pants, her warm palm slipping against my hip.

“Pain is pleasure if you know how to do it correctly,” I taunted her.

Just before she could free my cock, I flipped her over onto the mattress and it creaked once more.

She stared at me with wide eyes.

The monster inside of me was begging to be freed, but I would not give him a chance. He got us into this mess, I would have been damned to give him a chance to mess things up when they were clearly going so well.

“Perhaps you should start with an apology,” she said. “I hear those are less painful than a ruler.”

I tugged her pyjama pants down with her panties, watching as her cheeks reddened.

The sound of footsteps outside caused us both to shudder with panic. I held my breath, and she hers, until we were both certain whoever was traipsing the halls at this hour, was gone.

“And how, my darling anam cara , would you like me to grovel in apology?”

I nudged her legs open, taking in the sight of her perfect pink folds. I did not miss the way she sucked in a breath.

“Perhaps I should start at your feet?” I smirked as I settled between her legs, grasping one foot in my hand. I stroked the soft skin there, capturing her gaze with mine.

Her chest rose and fell, nipples perfectly peaked from the chill whistling in from her window. Her cheeks painted a faint shade of pink and her lips parted just enough that I could see the faint breath of hers in the air.

I lifted her foot and placed a gentle kiss atop it and she sighed a sound that went straight to my cock.

“Oh heavens, Bane,” she groaned. “I can not talk,” she breathed.

“Your voice is not the only part of you that speaks, Violet,” I reminded her, letting my fire pool at my fingertips.

I traced them up her leg, my lips following and her magic answered mine without hesitation. Her skin flushed with the faintest glow of purple, and I lost focus for just a moment. My cock grew heavier and my monster pushed forth, rattling its cage.

“Is that so?” she asked, her voice low and warm.

I could feel the faint touch of vines, wrapping around my ankles, skittering up my legs.

I grinned, for it wasn’t often Violet lost focus like this.

Her magic was always temperamental, and I knew there was still much for her to learn in the ways of mastering it, but since that fateful day, the vines had somehow wedged themselves within her.

They were a part of her magic now. Though they only seemed to come out when Violet was. .. overwhelmed.