Page 14 of Wolfsbane (Deadly Duet #2)

FOURTEEN

HESPER

The fire in the onyx fireplace burned and popped, the warmth filling the room despite the open stained glass windows that allowed the cold night air to dance into the bedroom. I stood out on the terrace, snow falling around me as I smiled at the quiet kingdom below, the dazzling stars above and shadows dancing along the land. Morel bid his goodbyes to Orion, closing the bedroom door. I could feel his warmth radiating from his body as he approached me from behind, embracing me as he nestled his face against my neck. I melted back into him, breathing in his scent.

“My queen,” he whispered into my ear, running his hands along my arms. I closed my eyes, feeling him surround me.

“My king.” Morel wrapped his arms around me, slightly swaying as we watched the night sky, drunk on emotions.

“Shall we retire, or would you rather stay here a little while longer?” I knew exactly what I wanted to do, and it was neither of those two things. My body swung as I turned to face him, his arms still wrapped tightly around my waist.

“We may have exchanged our vows and made a blood oath, but there is one final step to securing our marriage.”

Morel raised a brow. “Is the daughter of Hellbore suggesting I take her to bed?” My arms wrapped around his waist.

“That is exactly what I am suggesting.” My hand pulled him closer as he grinned. “As your queen, I demand you show me just how much you love me. Bathe me in your darkness, my king, and make me yours.” A low growl vibrated in his chest as he lifted my body and kissed me roughly.

“As my queen commands.” Morel carried me back into the room, stopping in front of the fireplace, gently letting me stand. He stepped close, brushing my hair back, plucking the embellishments from my hair as he placed them on the mantle. His hands glided along the skin of my neck, pushing my hair back as it tumbled down my back. I released a low gasp, feeling his fingertips as they trailed across my collarbone and up my neck, gripping it fiercely. I inhaled sharply, staring up into his eyes, into the reflection of the flames dancing in his irises as something burned inside him, the same feeling I could feel burning between my legs.

Morel lightly pulled my body as I stood on my toes, his lips meeting mine. All restraints disappeared as he kissed me, pressing his mouth roughly against mine as I began to devour him, my hands moving along his body, twisting in his hair. My body craved his, desperately needing more of each other.

His hand reached around my body, slowly untying the back of my dress, the lavender material falling to the floor as I stood there, completely exposed to him. He touched the glowing crystal around my neck, lifting it as he placed it on the mantle. Despite the cold, I stood proud, confident in my body as he growled, unfastening his tunic, his eyes bearing into my skin. Within the blink of an eye, he too stood naked, matching me as we simply gazed at one another, excited. My wandering eyes trailed from his face, admiring his built chest and large frame, stepping closer as I began to run my fingers along his arm, feeling his building muscles. My hand grazed his heart, feeling it pound beneath his chest as my sights fell past his waist, raising an eyebrow at how kingly he really was. I had to swallow, my mouth watering at the sight of him, a fire burning between my legs, my eyes returning to him as he grinned, knowing he was impressive.

“Perhaps I should bow at my king’s feet and show him just how much I love him.” I moved closer, pressing my breasts against his chest, my hand holding his chin. He removed my hand, his action confusing me as he prevented me from kissing him.

“My queen bows to no one.” Morel slowly lowered himself to his knees, his hands sliding down my body as he did so, my breath escaping my lips as he kneeled and gazed up at me. “I may be a king, but I am yours, and I will always bow at your feet, my queen.” He leaned close, kissing the skin of my thigh, gently raising it as he continued to cover me in kisses, placing my leg over his shoulder. “Now, let me worship you, my queen. Let me show you just how much I love you.” Morel neared my center, his hot breath caused me to grow wetter as he kissed my clit. I gasped, raising my head as I closed my eyes, and enjoyed the feel of his mouth, his tongue moving perfectly along me.

He gripped my thighs, pulling me closer as my fingers twisted in his midnight hair. His tongue pressed into my opening, pushing deeper as my breathing hitched, soft moans filling the room as he ate me, moving faster and faster, my body burning as he did. He felt marvelous, moaning into my body, guiding my building climax as it continued to grow. His hand began to move up my body, reaching my breast as he squeezed it tight, feeling my hardened nipple.

“Morel,” I breathed his name into the night, my excitement boiling beneath my skin. He quickened his pace, digging his nails into my thigh as I lightly cried out.

As my climax neared, Morel removed his tongue from my body, rising as he lifted me and carried me to the bed, throwing me onto it with a gentle grunt. My back sank into the bedding, and I smiled as he stood over me, my king. He slowly crawled onto the bed, whipping me around and positioning my backside high, sliding his fully hardened cock over my wet folds. My hands gripped the bedding, my hair sprawled across my face. He leaned over my body, his chest touching my back as he whispered into my ear.

“Welcome to the darkness, my queen.” As the words dripped from his lips, the tip of his cock slid into my aching pussy, electrocuting my body as I cried out louder, my mouth dry and back arched so far, my spine was screaming.

Morel wasted no time, increasing his speed as he began to thrust, his hands gripping my hips as he slammed his pelvis into my backside as my body bounced. I couldn’t breathe, engulfed in how heavenly he felt. My heart was racing, my soul reaching for his, tangling into the darkness as he continued to claim me. I had to fight back my urge to climax, struggling to control myself. It was perfect. He was perfect.

I could hear Morel nearing the edge, his breathing just as erratic as mine, his own moans filling my ears. I wanted him to unleash himself, to lose all control and let our bodies melt into another.

“Don’t stop,” I commanded. “Take me, my king. Let the heavens know I am yours.” My own words sent me over the edge as I cried out, my body tightening around his, constricting my own breathing.

“Oh, Hesper,” he whined, slamming into my body harder. “I am yours.” My orgasm took over as my walls squeezed him, listening to him as he began to push harder, coming inside me.

That’s right. You are mine, and I am yours. Forever.