Hellfire Crown by Meg Xuemei X.
CHAPTER 4
Tessa
It was dawn when everyone left the king’s suite. Loki insisted on me getting a few hours of sleep in his temporary chamber, even though I protested, saying that I should rest in the dome Snow White and I shared.
“There’s no need to pretend you aren’t mine anymore,” he said, then chuckled. “I keep replaying how I fucked you in that dome. Did you replay how we fucked like two wild animals in heat?”
I blushed, then hissed, “There’s no need to broadcast it. Everyone can hear you. Two of the dukes insisted on standing guard outside the door!”
“Let them hear,” the king said carelessly. “Let them envy. There’s no shame in expressing our feelings and needs. It’s only natural.”
“You weren’t exactly expressing your feelings. You were shouting for the whole world to know what we did!”
“What we did was beyond amazing.” He grinned. “I’d like to do it again and again, a thousand times over. I can never get enough of you.”
I sighed. “It’s like talking to the walls.”
He studied me with intrigue and desire. “Let’s mark this as our first argument after mating. We should have makeup sex now.”
I rubbed my temples while my blood heated. The King of the Underworld had been with numerous women before, but he’d never had a relationship. We might have to stumble along and see what worked for us, but I’d make sure the blind wouldn’t lead the blind.
At least, the king wouldn’t be leading.
“What I meant is we should keep our intimacy between ourselves and stay quiet,” I enlightened him.
“Why?” he asked in puzzlement. “You want me to be your secret lover? I won’t have it. Right now, I understand it’s best to let only my tight circle know you’re my rightful mate. But after you come out of the final trial, I’ll crown you the Queen of the Underworld and roar for the whole world to know I’ve claimed you! You’re mine.”
I threw up my hands in exasperation. “Just don’t roar right now.” I gave up persuading him.
Then a dark thought shadowed my mind.
No one could guarantee that I’d survive the trials. The Wild Hunt had turned on me during the second trial, and the third one could be worse. Plus, I now had to deal with the blood contract. I could feel it closing in and its magic breathing down my neck.
As if reading my doubts, Loki’s face darkened with worry before a determined, protective look dominated again.
“You’ll survive the trials, Bunny,” he said. “You and no one else will be my queen, my woman, and my mate. Right now, I should act as a proper mate. Bathe you, feed you, and put you to bed.”
That was his concept of being a proper mate? But the idea of bathing me made my heart stutter.
“Are we going to share a bath?” I inquired. “I’m just asking for clarification.”
“Of course.” He arched a dark eyebrow. “You have any objection?”
Without waiting for my answer or protest, he scooped me up as if I weighed nothing and walked out of the room toward the spiral marble stairs.
At the top of the staircase stood a vast bathtub by the high window, which overlooked Hell’s terrain.
Spring water filled the tub, and ice cubes floated inside.
I squirmed in delight.
Loki knew that I liked cold baths. Ice Fae was a part of my heritage. I grinned wider. Small things mattered, and Loki was paying attention.
Loki dipped his head to brush a kiss over my lips before he stripped me and put me inside the tub. I shivered, not from the cold water but from the remnants of pleasure caused by the king’s kiss.
I submerged myself in the water but let my face stay above it and my eyes wander. Watching Loki undress himself was a treat. Everything about him interested me more than I wanted to admit.
My gaze followed the opening of his shirt as it dropped from his broad shoulders. Then I was staring at his taut, muscled stomach that was lickable. My hands were itching from needing to touch his perfectly tanned, golden skin.
Then I was even more distracted when he unbuckled the belt and pushed his jeans down his powerful legs. His huge erection pricked against his white boxers, distorting their front. The fabric might burst open from the strain.
I couldn’t look away. I couldn’t stop ogling him.
The king grinned wickedly.
He stalked to the tub, his large hand wrapping around his shaft through his boxers and pumping along its hard length.
“You want it, don’t you, my Bunny?” he purred enticingly.
I swallowed but decided not to answer his obvious, ridiculous question and watched with keen interest as he pleasured himself through the fabric.
He yanked down his boxers to the base of his manhood. His cock sprang free, a moist bead forming on the slit of his beautiful, smooth crown, and it was right above my face.
The king’s hooded bedroom eyes never left me while he played with his cock, a naughty glint in them. The king had a dirty mind. I could tell he wanted me to lick him. He wanted to shove his cock through my parted lips and down to the depths of my throat.
My heart pounded. My skin felt hot under the icy water.
“You stare at my cock like you never had it before,” he said roughly, his deep voice no longer as velvety as before. “It only makes me hornier. You want to play with it?”
I licked my lips. “That depends.”
He laughed sensually. “You’ll never admit how much you want my cock to plunge deeply into your lovely pinky pussy, will you? Do you ever touch yourself thinking how good it was when I penetrated your tight little pussy over and over?”
I flushed furiously, like a virgin, but the king had broken my maidenhood just last night. I still remembered how wonderful it had felt to have his large, hard cock filling my every inch and stretching me deliciously.
I tried to maintain my cool. “So you say.”
“One day, you won’t be able to resist me, Bunny,” he said softly. “One day, you’ll surrender to me completely. When the day comes, you’ll beg me to fuck you, in any place at any time, even among a crowd. I won’t mind fucking you sore and hard with everyone watching, so they’ll know you’re mine and no one else will dare to touch you or take you from me.”
“Fuck me in the crowd and you’ll see what you get from me, Demon King.” I pulled my lips back in a half-snarl before I added more viciously, “I’m not just a bunny with teeth and claws. I don’t bite lightly.”
He laughed and got into the tub. “I’ll beg for your love bites.”
His body was massive. The water overflowed and splashed to the marble floor. Also, the water warmed as soon as the king joined me in the tub.
“We should get more ice,” I murmured.
“Let me wash you, baby,” he said. “Let me serve my mate.”
He lifted me and turned me around in the air swiftly. I was sitting between his long, muscled legs, my back against his chest, his erection pressing against the small of my back.
I found that his whole concept of washing me was rubbing his palm against the tender flesh between my thighs.
“It’s not the only place that needs to be washed!” I advised him heatedly.
“So you say,” he said huskily, his voice full of burning lust. “I know how to wash you thoroughly. You’ll be surprised how good I am with a woman. I live to please.”
“I doubt—”
Just as I wondered what he was going to do, his large hands were on either side of my waist and he lifted me again.
Water dripped from my skin. I suddenly giggled and struggled in his grip to get him to put me down. I hadn’t expected to be ticklish, as it’d never happened before, just as I hadn’t expected a lot of my body’s reactions toward Loki. I was a different creature, carnal and sensual, with slight viciousness, in his presence.
“Don’t struggle like that, Bunny,” he said huskily and laughed lightly. “Or you’ll only make me fuck you harder. I’m losing control here, baby. I need to bang you now.”
I let out another peal of laughter until I felt the hard tip of his crown against my skin.
“I love this about you, Bunny. You can still laugh after having gone through so many hardships,” he said tenderly. “Never lose your ability to laugh at life. Never let go of the joy in small things. As your mate, I’ll make sure you’ll always laugh by my side.”
“I was a captive more than once, but I was never a victim,” I said, “because I didn’t enable my enemies to make me a victim, and I refused to allow myself to become one. I won’t let my foes win. I won’t let them steal my joy, not even a tiny bit. When it’s time to mourn, I lament. I let sorrow sink into my bones. When it’s time to remember, I summon up the names and faces of my family and all my lost warriors. When it’s time to laugh, I let myself roam free. So my team and I remain unbreakable. And now, I have another idea.”
“Let me hear the idea,” said the king.
I grabbed his rock-hard cock and guided it to my slick entrance.
“Now is the time to fuck you and make you beg,” I told him straightforwardly and sank down until my flesh swallowed his entire shaft.
He let out a rasp of pleasure and approval.
I savored the feel of having him inside me, filling my every inch and making me feel complete and desired.
Pleasure rocked me, and I wanted more. With Loki, I’d grown to where I dared to want and demand more.
I heaved up to glide along his hard length, fulfilling my promise of fucking him hard to make him beg for mercy, only to realize that the water was getting in the way of our coupling.
Some things were just easier said than done.
I wondered if having sex underwater was generally more difficult to manage, or if it was due to my lack of experience and sexual knowledge.
My face burned at the little hiccup.
Loki chuckled delightedly. I was curious to see how he was going to solve the technical issue, but he didn’t bother to solve it. He lifted me and placed me on the side of the bathtub against the pane of the window, with me on all fours, my ass in the air.
“I’ll fuck you and sate you first, little mate,” he said with a low chuckle, “since you’re so eager. And then I’ll carry you to our bed and let you fuck me however you want. Show me your fangs for all I care.”
The head of his cock brushed open my folds, and he pounded into me from behind.
I gasped at the invasion of his smooth, long thrusts and the pleasure every forceful thrust brought me.
I’d experienced minor burning pain the first time he’d mated with me. He was too big, and I was a virgin. But this time, it was utterly different. My body recognized him and opened to him. It molded around his shape and massive size.
“We fit perfectly, mate,” he whispered and thrust harder into me. “You’re made for me.”
“Whatever you say,” I said amid moans before I realized that I should protest and complain some so he wouldn’t think I was too easy.
Men enjoyed the chase, so I should make sure he put in more work when it came to me. I shouldn’t let him claim a mate like a piece of cake. It wasn’t right. He needed to work like an ox in the field in order to get there.
I bit my bottom lip at the pleasure and stifled a few urgent moans. I complained instead, “That was the shortest foreplay, Loki!”
It was not easy to remain tough when his thrusts hit the right spot over and over, but I managed to restrain myself from wigging my ass to show my giddiness.
His hands came around, one cupping my heavy breast and fondling it skillfully, his other thumb brushing my swollen clit just the right way. Then he bent down toward the curve of my neck, his mouth sucking my earlobe and his teeth grazing over the sensual spot right beneath it. All the while, he didn’t slow down his powerful thrusts.
Pleasure flowed from the many points where the king touched me, weaving together and rising.
“Is this foreplay enough for you, my demanding mate?” he whispered sensually as he pounded into me from behind.
His thrusts were heavy and brutal and full of claiming intent.
The king wanted to imprint my every inch and mark me as his all over again. That was fine. I was already his. He was just doing a redundant job, but I wasn’t going to complain as he worked damn hard to give me maximum pleasure.
Mating fever coursed in my bloodstream, so potent that I felt like I was going half-insane. I could no longer rein myself in. As it was pointless to hold back now, I might as well enjoy the hell out of this ride.
I let the mating heat guide me and drive me wherever it wanted to go.
I slammed my ass back toward the king’s powerful thighs. He thrust into me, and I rammed back. We met beat by beat. The wet sound of flesh slapping against flesh heated my blood.
A beast’s growl rumbled from Loki’s chest, which only made me even more excited. I could feel when the wolf was watching us and when he joined the mating.
Lust beat in me like a war drum. Ice and fire merged in me.
I wouldn’t surrender easily, not even to my mate, not even to the flame I’d sought and found. I enjoyed the battle of wills, and my mate needed to surrender first before I allowed my knees to go weak for him.
We fucked like two beasts. We were two opposite magnets that no one could tear apart, not even ourselves. We’d tried to get away from each other and we only slammed together.
Flame to my ice.
One day, we’d have to separate, and I’d have to fulfill my duty to my people and my kingdom, but it wasn’t today.
Today, I’d fuck my fated mate and cherish being fucked senseless by him.
He drove into me relentlessly, and I gasped as pleasure blinded me. His speed grew even more rapid.
The King of the Underworld was excellent in bed.
“Scream my name, Bunny,” he demanded.
And demanding and talkative.
“You scream. I’m not stopping you,” I said between breathless moans.
“Now,” he ordered, spanking my butt.
I ignored him but focused on enjoying his every thrust. I could feel his cock growing harder and bigger inside me. His wolf had joined the game and growled, answering the mating call with an enchanting, powerful wolf song.
“Roar my name, Mate,” Loki coaxed.
“You roar,” I countered. “Roar my name or yours for all I care.”
I only cared for the mind-numbing pleasure that promised to break down my world. I slammed my ass back toward his groin, breathing hard and moaning and enjoying the hell out of the mating.
Otherworldly sensation danced on my nerve endings.
While he banged me, I rode the length of his cock backward, minding my own business.
I was close. Damn, I was so close. The need to release seized my every thought, burning hot.
This time, I was learning to be smart. I wouldn’t tell him about it. I wouldn’t moan louder to let him sense it, or he’d stop me from coming and torment me until I caved in to all his ridiculous demands.
Only pleasure mattered. Only making my orgasm reality mattered.
I slammed back into him, riding him with my own rhythm while reminding myself not to speed up lest he grow suspicious. It was hard to control a thing like that, but I wouldn’t give him a chance to sabotage me. I was determined to have my first orgasm soon.
“Harder, Demon King, if you can manage it,” I challenged him and distracted him from my body’s reaction.
He hissed and pounded into me with both his archangel’s and his beast’s strength.
“Yes,” I moaned in incredible pleasure. “Do your worst.”
Need to make Mate happy. Need to sate Mate. I heard the wolf throwing his urgent advice at Loki. After Mate is content, let’s go another round. Let’s bring her to bed and let her ride us. Our cock is full of the cum that she’ll like.
Rapid, powerful thrusts drove into me again and again. Just what I needed. I let go, and my pussy milked his cock mercilessly with a series of hard spasms. Loki shouted out and lost his control. I’d forced him to come too before he planned to.
It was satisfying to feel the violent throbbing of his cock as his hot sperm spilled into my womb. Instead of making me roar, the king roared my name while thrusting wildly into my depths.
A wave of joy coursed through me. My orgasm kept riding the king, making his knees go weak.
Move Mate to bed and fuck her again, the wolf growled in happiness. I need to bite her to mark her as mine too.
What? The wolf wanted to bite me? Was it the beast’s mating ritual? Loki and I had formed a mating bond, which should be shared with the wolf too.
So why would the beast need to bite me?
Sensing me tense up, Loki snarled at his wolf and yelled at the beast to be silent and let him enjoy this moment of joy and intimacy with me undisturbed.
The king pulled me up, molding my back against his warm chest, his cock remaining hard inside me. Not many males could keep going like that, but Loki was the King of the Underworld and a demigod wolf.
I lolled my head back to lean against his shoulder, spent and content but looking forward to the second round the beast had promised.
“I never imagined mating could be like this,” Loki whispered in my ear.
“Like what?” I asked huskily.
“Deliciously dirty, so dirty, yet totally divine. Fucking my own mate is the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”
I turned my face and found his mouth. We locked in a deep kiss until I broke off to take in a lungful of air. I smiled, inhaling his scent of powerful male and sandalwood and flame. Lust simmered under my skin.
“Want to fuck your male again so soon?” Loki asked in a chuckle that was full of desire.
“If you can take it,” I purred.
“I can take whatever my female throws at me. You’ll know me after I fuck you for days nonstop until you beg nicely.”
“You’re a bully,” I said. “And you might be the one who begs.”
“That’s rich.” He laughed. “That’s how you talk to your mate? You need to learn to treat your man better, and it starts now.”
To my regret, he slowly pulled out of me. He spun me around and crushed me against his chest. I threw my arms around his neck and gazed up at him. My blood raced at the anticipation of the next round of fucking, like a junkie looking forward to her next fix.
