Page 11 of Monster’s Consort (Blackthorn Academy for Supernaturals #18)

“Is it working?” I asked as I made my way to her thighs. I nudged them apart and she let them fall to the sides, putting up no resistance.

“Is what working?” she asked.

“Have you forgiven me yet, princess ?” I asked, trailing my tongue down the apex of her luscious thighs. I slipped my fingers along her folds, remembering the first time I’d done this. The moan that escaped her throat was like music to my ears. I was certain I’d never get enough.

“Not yet,” she said, her voice damn near breathless.

I grinned, sliding one finger inside of her, curling it just so before taking her clit in between my teeth. I sucked on the sensitive bead for a moment before I murmured, “How about now?”

When her fingers found my hair, I could not contain my groan or the wetness permeating my cockhead.

My knot was already growing, but I was not certain I would make it.

For Violet tasted too sweet, and the sounds she made for me were like a forgiveness all their own.

Her fingers slid through the locks of my hair, gripping gently.

In the months since our spark had officially caught, Violet grew more and more comfortable.

Though there were still moments she tensed or clammed up, I assured her no matter what she thought, no matter what bullshit she’d been fed, that there was no way in the world I could ever find her unappealing.

She was exquisite, a work of art, and I would spend the rest of my days worshipping her like the princess she truly was.

“How about now?” I asked, before driving my tongue inside of her.

“Closer,” she breathed, but I could not be certain if she meant closer as in yes, I was getting close to winning said forgiveness, or if she meant she herself was close to falling over the edge.

Perhaps a bit of both.

Her fingers squeezed my hair.

“Oh Bane,” she mewled, and with one glance up, I could see her head rolling to the side, that bright pink hair splayed along her ivory pillows.

The moonlight shone in on her, lighting her up and she truly was breathtaking.

Pale skin lit by the lilac sheen of her magic and the moon, pink locks surrounding her and her flushed cheeks.

Kiss-swollen, plump lips parted so perfectly as she called my name.

My incubus was remiss to stay repressed at the sight and my wings popped of their own accord as I continued to lavish her with my pleas.

“I’m sorry,” I said as I curled my finger inside her pussy while I kissed and sucked her sensitive folds.

“Can you ever forgive me?” I begged just as her fingers tightened in my hair and she cried out in ecstasy, the word yes strung together with a moan that I was certain would wake whoever was in this wing.

“Shhh...” I removed my fingers from her warm, tight entrance and slithered my way up her body like a snake.

I grabbed her thigh, sliding it over my hip as I settled my cock against her. I pressed only lightly, and she lifted her hips, one hand finding my hip as she pulled me closer. I slid into her with ease, groaning as I captured her lips with mine.

“So very sorry,” I whispered as I thrust myself into her, hoping she could feel how sorry I truly was. I slipped my tongue into her mouth, my knot hitting its peak as I buried myself inside of her.

I groaned into her mouth, my hands running everywhere I could touch her.

Her neck, her breasts, her hips.

My cock spasmed inside of her, her pussy clenching me tightly. The only sound that could be heard was that of our heavy breaths and our rapid heartbeats.

I collapsed on top of her, laying my head on her chest.

She wrapped her legs around me, clutching my head to her chest, her fingers slipping through my hair.

I closed my eyes, listening to her heartbeat as I came undone inside of her, all around her.

“I forgive you,” she murmured.

I grinned, planting a kiss over her heart as my wings fluttered in relief.

“But...”

I groaned. “Why is there a but?”

She giggled beneath me, the sound making her chest vibrate and shaking me.

“Perhaps I’m not the only one you need to apologize to.”

I sighed, knowing she was right. But it didn’t mean I liked it.

At all.

“Fine,” I relented, holding her close.

I rolled us over so that we were on our side. My knot had already started to deflate, but I was in no hurry to vacate her warmth. I gazed at her bright eyes, framed by those long dark lashes.

She smiled at me. “I love you.”

The way she said the words was so pure and warm, it was a magic all its own.

“I love you ,” I said, wrapping her in my embrace as I vacated her once more.

I held the covers up for her to sidle back under, and did the same. I knew I should have left, but I wanted to hold onto her a little longer before the morning came.

I loved cuddling with my little spark. She made my world so much brighter with her heart. Her magic.

“Don’t go just yet,” she said, curling closer to me.

I held her tight. “I’m not going anywhere,” I promised her and she nuzzled her face in my neck. My eyelids were heavy all of a sudden, and the darkness was too hard to fight.

So I didn’t fight it.

Instead, I breathed in my anam cara and drifted off to heaven, sated and at peace once more.

* * *

When I woke, it was to the scent of lilac and cream, and... sex.

I blinked, taking in my surroundings and nearly froze when I saw where I was. I was not in my own bedchambers as I should be.

Shit!

Violet groaned as she curled closer and I shook her lightly.

“What time is it?” I asked, panic slightly setting in.

“What?” Her voice was tinged with sleep, but it took her all of five seconds to realize what I also had.

“Oh my stars!” she said as she sat up, her pink hair sticking out at all sides. “We spent the night,” she said, her cheeks flushing, just as the footsteps sounded outside.

“Violet, sweetheart, are you all right in there?”

Violet’s gaze widened in panic. It was her mother. Queen Amaranth.

“Ahhh... y–yes,” she said as she shoved me out of bed, motioning for me to go.

“I was concerned, you are usually not so late to breakfast...”

I hopped into my pants, rather ungracefully, nearly knocking into her dresser in the process. When I stubbed my toe on the damn corner, it took everything in me not to scream.

But I did not want the queen to discover her faerie daughter’s half-naked incubus mate in her bedroom at that hour, knowing we were supposed to be separated!

There would be no refuting what had happened between us at that point. Not that I thought I would have been punished severely, but...

It could have been a mark against me in my courtship, in my reluctance to follow the rules.

I had meant to leave, once Violet fell asleep. Truly, I had, but...

I was far too comfortable in the arms of my mate, and therefore, I had succumbed to her faerie charms once again. The magical hold Violet McCreanor—er Lir—held over me was quite difficult to fight, especially after an orgasm.

Gods, I wanted to bask in her presence from morning until night. I’d never felt this way about anyone and I knew it wasn’t entirely the fault of my claim. I’d fallen hard for Violet before I laid claim to her.

To be honest, I’d fallen for her from the first moment I had seen her, I think.

“I will be down in a moment, I’m just...” She headed to her closet, not even bothering to look at her clothes. She only grabbed a dress and threw it on whilst I crawled toward her window. She cast me a half-hearted smile that was full of humor, embarrassment, and desperation.

“See you at breakfast,” I whispered, and with that, I spread my wings and took to the sky, sticking to the side of the castle only to encase me in the camouflage of stone. I prayed no guards noticed an incubus flying over the south hall.

When I walked into the Great Hall, the smell of ham and Gruyère wafted into my nose. The queen and the O’Neils had disappeared and there was only Violet, Delaney, the Squid Squad, and our newest addition, Desmond.

Our guest.

I hated the idea of apologizing to the man, but I had promised Violet I would do so.

Granted, I knew my outburst was unprofessional and unbecoming, at best, but I also knew I had asserted my dominance, and for that, my monster was remiss to apologize for anything.

But I was more than my monster, and I knew if I were truly to be a consort, it started with my ability to put aside my feelings, and think of how my actions would affect Violet. And her future kingdom.

Our future kingdom.

Surely we could handle breakfast, right?