Demon Untamed (45 page)
She shot him a wry look, and then sucked him deeply, relentlessly.
“Ah, gods, Sonya. You wicked female.” Hot liquid spurted the back of her throat, and she drank him down, wringing every last drop, reveling in the rolling shudders that raked over his body.
He pulled her to stand and their lips connected under the spray, the water cascading over their heated skin. His thick finger slid between her legs, and he groaned in approval when he found her slick. He pressed her against the damp wall and teased her budding clitoris.
“I want to hear you scream,” he growled.
His forceful actions called to a primal corner of her brain that begged for more. Yet she was already on the verge of coming. He dipped his head to her neck and latched on with his teeth. The orgasm burst through her like a mini-explosion and her lungs rumbled as she cried out.
Roughly, he pulled her into his embrace, branding her with a devastatingly blissful kiss that rendered her mindless for more. His thickening shaft was hard as stone against her stomach.
She wasn’t entirely sure how they’d reached the bed without tripping over every item on the way—there may have been a crash that went ignored by both of them—and they were still covered in a patchwork of suds.
She had, however, registered Ethan’s unusually stiff movements. Bruises and cuts still marred his body.
“Sit against the headboard,” she ordered. When he did, she crawled across the mattress to straddle his lap, resting her elbows on his shoulders. They gazed at each other for a moment. Then Sonya inched down, impaling herself on his rigid shaft. Rapture surrounded them both, their eyelids sliding to half-mast.
“You feel so damn good,” he ground out as she began moving atop him.
Again a muddled—profoundly euphoric—version of the Edge had overcome her. Her fangs descended, throbbing painfully.
“You want to put your pretty fangs in me?”
She nodded, nearly whimpering with the need. Her hips undulated faster as if to punctuate her answer. He gripped her hips, his fingers digging into flesh as he gave one hard thrust. She moaned. Then his palms came around to cup to her ass as his shaft slid in and out of her. Her movements grew frenzied, her craving ravenous.
Ethan watched her in riveted anticipation.
Her heart fluttered wildly as her panting turned urgent. She leaned close, bringing her lips to hover over his neck. He turned his head to give her better access, the only encouragement she needed.
His flesh gave way to her sharp little fangs.
Exquisite ecstasy blasted her mind into oblivion, submerging her body into pleasure that was so intense it bordered on agony. Succulent, anguishing, merciless pleasure.
She drew greedily from his pierced neck. Bliss bombarded her senses as the deluge bombarded her every cell.
The great rumbling moan that came from him vibrated through her. His hips now drove into her with savage abandon, his shaft thick and invading.
He let out a harsh groan, tensing for his impending release. She threw her head back on a rapturous scream as a succession of erotic spasms assailed her.
She went limp, nuzzling her forehead against his shoulder. He hooked his arms around her and pulled her to him as they rode the tremors and fought to catch their breaths.
Everything was changed.
Chapter 39
Sonya stretched out beside Ethan in utter contentment. His fingers lightly grazed her side and along her hipbone while she ran hers over his chest.
They hadn’t spoken as their bodies descended from the impossible high of their passion. Sonya snuck a glance at him, finding his lids closed, a small curve to his lips. He peeked an eye at her.
“How do you feel?” she asked.
“A little sad.” His widening grin contradicted his words. “What a tragedy that can only be experienced once.”
Sonya snorted. “If that happened every time, we would never get out of bed.”
“A meager sacrifice.”
She laughed.
With a hungry rumble from his chest, he rolled on top of her and planted kisses in the crevasse of her breasts.
Sonya arched into his touch. “Again? You must be starving.”
“Indeed.” His lips roamed lower, over her mid-section.
Her tummy grumbled, and he tilted his head back to look up at her. Her cheeks flushed. “I’ve only eaten slightly more than you over the last couple of weeks.”
He hid his surprise with an admonishing frown and stood. “Then let’s get you fed so I can have you back in bed with your body’s full attention.”
She rolled off the mattress and slipped into a fresh skirt and top. After stepping into her boots, she ran her fingers through her disheveled hair.
Ethan watched her with dark eyes as he buttoned his white shirt. He’d already donned a pair of black pants that had been neatly folded by the palace servants and placed alongside her clothing in their shared dresser.
Then he escorted her into the hallway. As they made their way to the great hall, Sonya realized she actually felt nervous, but as they came to the top of the wide staircase, it was like seeing the space anew. No longer annoyingly miserable—filled with too many happy party-goers—it was brightly lit, ordained with intricate, architectural nuances that added an old-world and elegant atmosphere. Columns lined the walls, their smooth surfaces decorated by vine carvings in the stone. Tall windows on one wall cast shadows along the geometric notches in the high ceiling. Even the music sounded more jubilant.
They had but reached the bottom of the stairs when Anya cried out with glee and raced toward them. She threw her arms around Ethan, and he stumbled back from the enthusiastic embrace.
“I’m so glad you’re okay,” she sputtered.
The others approached, not far behind. Sonya caught the knowing look in both of her brothers’ features and flushed. She lifted her chin.
Alarm spiked when they moved in to greet Ethan. “He’s still healing,” she warned. Cale’s palm halted mid-air, seconds from planting a harsh congratulation on Ethan’s back. Instead, he gripped Ethan’s shoulder and pulled him in for one of those quick masculine half-hugs. Sebastian and Marik did the same. Rex just offered his hand. Zoey, a kind smile. And Nadua and Kyra fretted over his still visible bruises.
“I’m fine now,” he assured them all. “Just hungry.”
With that, the group ushered them across the room to the table they had been occupying. Immediately upon sitting, the Kyra and Anya began filling plates for both of them. Sonya was about to protest, but Ethan leaned in to whisper, “Let them fuss. It’ll help to ease their residual worry.”
Impishly, Sonya teased, “You do realize you’re being served by the queen herself.”
Ethan’s eyes widened, and he paled slightly.
“Oh, hush,” Kyra chided before Ethan had a chance to respond. “It doesn’t really count within our group, anyway.”
“Like hell it doesn’t,” Cale disagreed.
Sebastian slapped him in the back of the head.
“I could have you charged with treason for that,” Cale spat, although his eyes held too much amusement.
Sonya glanced around at the makeshift group of merchants, pirates, royalty, and warriors. This was her family, and she loved them all. And if anyone thought to take them from her, she would unleash a wrath the likes of which had never been seen before.
“I’ll be right back,” Kyra exclaimed and then disappeared into the crowd.
Sonya picked up a fluffy white ball from her plate and bit into it. The fruity middle tingled her taste buds.
“Those are my favorite,” Ethan declared. She snatched another one and held it out for him. He bent forward and took it into his mouth, along with half of her finger, and then sucked lightly before pulling back.
She gave him a roguish look as heat pooled between her legs. It would be just like him to keep her hot and bothered all evening.
“Ugh,” Cale grumbled, leaning back in his chair. “I can’t watch this.”
“Then don’t,” Sonya shot back.
Kyra reappeared then, seeming a little out of breath. “Ethan.” Her voice sounded too sweet. “Follow me, please.”
Ethan’s brows knit, but he stood and following Kyra to the stage that housed the band.
“What’s going on?” Sonya swiveled her gaze around the group.
A secretive smile played on everyone’s lips, but no one responded.
Kyra motioned for the music to cease and called for the crowd’s attention. Then she addressed the room in a loud decisive voice. “We have all sacrificed something during these last dark days. We have lost homes, loved ones. And there is still much strife ahead.
“My father, King Alestar, had the keen insight to designate one among us as his champion, Ethanule of the Guard, otherwise known as the Pirate King. Without Ethanule, we would never have made it this far, and the Kayadon would still be strolling our palace halls. He has worked tirelessly, risked his life on more than one occasion, and never lost hope. His courage and devotion to the Faieara nation leaves me awed even now. There is only one way I can think to honor his unwavering dedication and loyalty.” She turned to Ethan. “Kneel, Ethanule of the Guard.”
Brows still creased, he sank to one knee. She opened her palm to reveal a thick gold ring with a square red stone. Ethan stared at it for a moment and then shot Kyra a questioning look.
“Give me your hand,” she ordered, smiling down at him.
He hesitated, then raised his hand. She slipped the ring on his finger.
“I offer you my father’s ring, and from this point on, you will be addressed as Prince Ethanule, and I would call you brother.”
Ethanule’s mouth gaped as though to speak, but no words emerged.
“You may rise, Prince Ethanule.”
He stood, but remained speechless. The crowd erupted in a roar of cheers, and Kyra pulled him in for a hug. He seemed to come to his senses then, his lips curling into a roguish grin.
As they left the stage to rejoin their group, the band started back up, belting out an enthusiastic tune that mirrored the excitement unfurling around the room.
When he returned to his seat next to Sonya, she inquired, “What’s with the grin?”
He shook his head and chuckled. “I should have never doubted the king. That sneaky old man told me this would happen. He just muddled up the details.”
“Well, congratulations, but I’m not calling you prince.” She lifted her chin.
His eyes sparkled in challenge, and a shiver raked through her. She got the very distinct impression she’d be doing just that later tonight.
“What about you?” he said. “Technically we aren’t wed by Faieara standards, but still. How do you feel about your new title?”
“What title?”
“Princess, of course.”
Her head jerked back, and she shot to her feet. “Ugh. No one is calling me princess. Got it!” She aimed her finger at everyone in turn.
They all burst out in laughter.
Ethan put his arms around her waist and tugged her onto his lap. A rumbling groan reverberated through his chest. He whispered into her ear. “My sweet Sonya, you are the temptress of my heart.”
She slipped her arms around his neck and met his gaze. “You’ve just plain stolen mine, pirate.”
He placed his lips against her in a tender kiss that spoke of dark promises to come. Then he gave an arrogant smirk. “And I don’t plan on ever giving it back.”
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