Hellfire Crown by Meg Xuemei X.

 

 

 

CHAPTER 12

Tessa

 

 

 

 

 

 

“Shush,” Loki coaxed and rocked me on his lap. “You’re safe. I’m here now. I’m back, baby. No one can get to you while I’m here. I’ll keep you safe, Bunny.”

His heat radiated into me, and my ice magic rose to meet his seduction, flirting with his flame.

In his embrace, I stopped trembling.

I gazed up at him, drinking in his masculine beauty. “But who’s going to keep you safe from me?”

Yet I still clung to him in my selfish need. My hands even grabbed his collar to prevent him from leaving me again.

He glanced at my gripping hands and grinned at me. “You are, and my Bunny missed me badly.”

“You should have said goodbye,” I said huskily. “So I could send you off properly.”

“How were you going to send me off properly?” he asked, heat already swirling in his midnight eyes.

Call it a biological match, or call it fate. Loki always wanted me. I responded to him just the same, even in the midst of battle. Already, my terrible encounter with Lucifer faded into the back corner of my mind as my raw need for my mate took center stage.

“Did you miss me?” I asked, vulnerability in my voice. I bet it was in my eyes as well.

“You have no idea, darling,” he said. “And I hated leaving you.”

He dipped his head and slanted his mouth over mine.

The kiss was hard, then gentle, then both. His male need slammed into me.

All my resistance due to my fear went out of the window. I wanted him more than I wanted anything or anyone. I’d doubted him and pushed him away. I wasn’t going to waste time putting distance between us again.

And I wouldn’t let the blood contract make me its bitch. We’d find a way to counter and void it. I’d tried to stay away from my mate in order to protect him, but it had only hurt and tormented both of us.

His deep kiss scorched me. I was the ice that forever craved flame.

When the tip of his tongue urged me to open my mouth for him, I parted my lips eagerly. His breath and mine mingled.

I moaned as his tongue marched into my territory, not to harm but to give me pleasure and gloat a little. His tongue swept over my hard palate, sending pleasure dancing on my nerve endings. When it entwined with mine, I bit him to tease and to challenge. He groaned sexily, the sound arousing me. He thrust his tongue deep into my mouth.

My pussy was wet for him. A throbbing ache in me called for him to take me and fill me. I turned on his lap, straddling him properly. My groin rubbed his shaft.

He withdrew his kiss. “So eager, so responsive.”

The king was a chatty type. He was taking his lips off mine to make a statement. When he got his words out, his lips found mine again. His hand cupped my left breast.

The king’s constant need to express his feelings with words was growing on me. As long as it wasn’t a speech, I could live with it.

“The best breast I’ve ever touched,” he told me.

Just as I was wondering what else he was going to say, he had no more words, but laid me back on the bed. His mouth started to trace around the perimeter of my breast until it came to the center and found my nipple.

He sucked it mildly at first, his tongue lapping over it and twirling around it, then he grew greedy and suckled it hard. Pain and pleasure mixed, and I moaned.

Heat burst in me. When his teeth joined the feast, my body jerked at the sensation. I grabbed his hair and twisted a few locks hard in my fingers, just in case the pleasure was too much and I had to use his hair as an anchor.

He moved his lips to my other breast dutifully. He no longer needed me to remind him not to neglect the other nipple, and I appreciated a man who remembered and paid attention to detail.

His large hand traced down from my breast, skimming across my stomach slowly and sensually, and finally made its way to the needy flesh between my thighs.

I was on fire.

He palmed my sex possessively before rubbing it up and down. His finger moved along my slick slit, just the way I liked it. I murmured his name to give him more incentive, and he spanked my pussy lightly.

I arched my back with a gasp. His thumb moved up to circle my swollen nub. Fire danced on my bundle of nerves. I started begging him to be inside me and fill me.

He ignored my request but kept brushing my clit roughly and sensually. I bucked my hips up toward him, urging him to give me what I wanted. The king knew how to play me. He knew a woman’s body and needs well.

“Spell it out loud, Bunny.” He chuckled darkly, his rich, velvety voice nearly giving me an orgasm. “Tell me what you need.”

“Fuck me. I need you to fuck me hard,” I breathed.

He flicked my clit. “So you want my cock?”

“Yes, I think so.”

“You think so?”

“Just screw me already.”

“Where do you want me to screw?”

The king liked to talk dirty. I had to give him something.

“My cunt,” I breathed out.

He hissed, and then his face was buried between my thighs, his mouth enveloping my plump sex. His tongue thrust into my heat, savoring and fucking.

“You taste like sin, yet divine, my mate,” he said in approval.

“Now will you fuck me?” I heaved out an exasperated breath and wiggled my ass. I needed him to complete the act, so I wasn’t beyond begging. “Get your cock inside me now! Please.”

“I see; this tight and sweet cunt wants to get fucked badly.”

I growled. “Will you talk me to death? Why is it so hard to get you to fuck me?” I glared at him while lust seared my blood. “If you can’t handle a simple task the next second, I’m leaving!”

Maybe I was bluffing. I wouldn’t leave before I got what I wanted.

He laughed. “I liked you better when you were begging.”

“Too bad for you, Demon King,” I told him. “I’m done begging. I’ve had enough of your foolishness and torturous slow-burn seduction. I’ll teach you how to go hot and heavy and dirty and get things done!”

I put out my hands and grabbed the opening of his shirt.

He smirked indulgently. “My Bunny is frustrated.”

“I’m pissed,” I said.

I didn’t help him shrug out of his nice shirt. I tore the fabric apart with my supernatural strength. His eyes widened in surprise, but I had tossed the two pieces to the ground.

“There.” I smiled exultantly. 

He laughed sensually and put out a hand to stop me from going after his designer pants.

“They’re expensive, Bunny,” he protested. 

“You’re loaded,” I purred.

Lust twisted his face, mirroring the desire scorching inside me. Mating fever seized us both, fueled by our lovers’ quarrel.

His beast growled, also losing patience with the king’s foreplay and endless teasing. The wolf and I were more direct. We liked to get to the point right away.

“Fine, fine,” Loki said urgently. “Let me do it. These are my favorite pants.”

He snapped his fingers, and all remaining clothes disappeared from his body. Not even his boxers were left.

His toned golden form was magnificent. It never ceased to take my breath away. I gave it the once-over, as I was in a hurry, from his broad shoulders, cut chest, and solid six-pack to his powerful legs. His every line spelled power and his every muscle flexed with pure seduction. I couldn’t find even one tiny flaw in his physique. Loki was not only a half-archangel but also a mighty wolf demigod.

My heated gaze landed on his beautiful, massive cock.

It jutted forward aggressively at my scrutiny.

“Looking your fill?” Loki asked huskily, his rich, lust-laced voice arousing my own kind of beast.

I pounced on him. With my Titan strength, I shoved the king out of the bed. Before he could issue another fierce protest and lunge at me, I had his hips pinned by my hands and his cock between my lips.

He ceased his resistance but groaned willingly as I sucked in his length, my tongue twirling around the slit of his crown, suckling and swallowing a drop of his pre-cum, which he’d never had before mating me. It tasted a little salty, a little sweet, and a little spicy. It carried potent hellfire power that drew me in like a moth to the flame. And I didn’t mind being the moth one iota.

I suckled him hard with the assistance of my teeth, intending to squeeze out more of his delicious pre-cum.

He threw his head back and let out a vicious low groan as he enjoyed the treat.

I contained a smile, loving how he reacted to me. At this point, I was also a goner, addicted to his male scent and heat.

“Suck it nice, Bunny. Make your mate come,” he ordered, ever demanding, his fingers threading into my lush silver hair, his other hand cupping my bouncing breast as my mouth moved up and down the massive length of his shaft.

I was a quick learner when it came to bedroom tricks as well. I could make him come, sooner than he realized, but I’d make him beg first. Or I could make him sate me by fucking me the way I pictured before I gave him more oral satisfaction.

I decided to be generous and let him enjoy a bit more before I stopped.

I glided my mouth along his hard length, my teeth joining the game to give him more pleasure while causing a little pain.

No pain, no gain.

He growled. His wolf joined in. The beast was beyond himself in giddiness, as he liked it rough.

“My mate is a natural,” Loki hissed. He started thrusting forcefully into my mouth. He also grabbed my breasts. He wanted to be in control. “I need to go deep into your throat, Bunny. Watch how I fuck your mouth. Get a taste before I fuck your sweet little pussy! After that, I’ll fuck you everywhere. You’re mine.”

I bit him, though not too hard, to add some more spice, and also to protest at his possessiveness. A low, rough groan of pleasure rumbled out of his chest. That was from the wolf. A sequence of curses in the angelic tongue also poured out, and that was the king’s language.

I swept my tongue over his broad girth to soothe him and offer a different kind of pleasure.

Bite it off. The unwanted voice that had once urged me to kill my mate returned, commanding me. Bleed him. Kill him now, Tessa Morrigan. Take off his head as you’re meant to do.

My blood iced over. Dark hail swept away the scorching heat amid the haze of lust.

My hands twitched violently, being compelled to summon the angelblade. A killing urge bloomed in my chest, spreading, even as I resisted it.

Not again. Not this shit again!

I yelped in alarm, releasing my mate’s cock from my mouth, and tumbled back. My ass fell on the edge of the mattress, my eyes darting around frantically as I sought an unseen foe.

“What’s wrong, Bunny?” Loki asked, his gaze staying on me, not concerned with the security detail in his suite.

The dukes stood sentinel outside.

I wondered if his inner circle had debriefed him on what had happened after he’d left the realm in a rush. I hadn’t had time to ask him, since we’d gotten caught up in hot action as soon as he’d returned and pulled me into his arms, which was being interrupted again by the sinister magic of the blood contract that was trying to influence me.

I scooted further away from him, hoping the distance would make a difference. Loki had once said he’d rather cut off his own hand than harm me. I shared the same sentiment when it came to my mate’s wellbeing.

I’d thought the blood contract wouldn’t be able to make me its bitch if I stood strong, but I’d been wrong. I was fighting an ancient dark force that I had no understanding of. I had been a fool to underestimate it, and I’d never forgive myself if my mate was harmed because of my mishap.

“The contract demanded I kill you just now when you were most vulnerable,” I said with a shaky breath. “I should go. We can’t do this anymore. It’s too risky.”

“Let me decide if I don’t want to walk on the wild side,” Loki said as coolly as he could. “And like hell I’d let you go. I won’t be apart from you again, no matter what. The blood contract can go fuck itself. My father can go fuck himself. We’re sticking together, love. And I know in my gut that you won’t hurt me, no matter how much the blood magic tries to convince you otherwise. You’ve resisted its compulsion twice. Even now, you’re aware that it was trying to coerce you and you fought back and won.”

I eyed him warily, as I didn’t share his optimism. “I didn’t win.”

“But you will,” he said with a smile. “We will. Don’t forget that our mating bond is also a strong force that can counter the influence of the blood magic.”

I rubbed my temples. My mate always had an argument ready for anything in any situation.

“Let me show you what’s more powerful, Bunny,” he said.

And then, in a flash, he was on me, pinning me down in bed and pressing me into the mattress.

He kissed me hard, stopping me from protesting and banishing my fear. His fearless and carnal kisses ignited the flame he had once given me, scorching my ice, my essence.

Heat rose in me again, and this time nothing could put out the wildfire.

Loki urged my legs to part widely for him, and I obliged. Who wouldn’t?

“You’re mine,” he declared. “No foul forces, jerks, or contracts can get between us. It’s time for me to show you exactly what I mean by that.”

I blinked my question.

“By fucking you properly,” he answered.

“When are you ever appropriate?” I murmured. “Oh, never mind. It wasn’t a question.”

He chuckled. “I can be a proper mate.”

To show me, he eagerly placed the tip of his hard cock at my entrance, ready to plunge. My plump lips unfolded for him, more than ready to receive him. I was ready. I was eager. An ache pulsed deep within me, needing him to fill the void.

“Wait,” I still called out before he drove in.