<h4>Chapter 286: Do Me Dirty</h4>
Damien chuckled darkly. His hand tightened on her hip, his teeth grazed her again, and his restraint frayed. "I love it when you talk dirty." It was true.
"Do me dirty," Luna demanded, daring him to make good on everything he promised.
"Your wish is mymand." His voice was dark velvet as his hand slipped deeper, sliding inside the folds of her dress until he found the thin barrier of her underwear. His fingers pressed against her heat, rubbing slow, teasing circles that made her gasp. The wetness soaking through was a testimony to how ready she was for him.
"Damien... let’s make a baby please."
"You want me to die before my time. Now stop talking nonsense and just rx." Damien lowered his head, his mouth cold as his tongue swept over her nipple. The sharp graze of fang followed, a reminder that loving him always came with an edge of danger. At the same time, his hand slid lower, slipping inside her with one skilled, iming finger.
"Oh goddess..." Luna gasped, biting down on her lip so hard she nearly drew blood. Stars blinked overhead, the ancient forest standing sentinel around them. Her body arched against him, helpless to resist. Pleasure rolled through her, surrendering to him.
Damien worked her slowly. Her wetness coated his hand, proof of how desperately she wanted him. He watched her face as her pleasure built, drank in the sight of her unraveling under his touch. She cried out.
Slowly, Damien trailed his lips lower, kissing his way down her stomach, each touch leaving sparks on her skin. Luna shuddered at the anticipation, her fingers tangling in his hair. When he reached the waistband of her underwear, he took his time pulling it down inch by inch, savoring the impatience zing in her eyes. Every second was his victory. Every twitch of her hips, every whimper of need—proof that her power as queen didn’t matter here. She was his, utterly his.
He bent low again, this time kissing her pussy softly. His lips brushed, teasing her into madness. Then, he darted his tongue out and gave her one slow, decadent lick.
"Damien!" she screamed. A violent jolt of pleasure shot through her, her thighs clenching reflexively around his head. "Ugh..."
She couldn’t stop herself—her legs locked tighter around him, holding him there, trapping him in her scent and heat. Her hands fisted in his hair, desperate for more. Luna’s hips began to move of their own ord, grinding against his mouth, riding his tongue.
Damien loved it. Loved her wildness, her desperation, the way she abandoned every ounce of decorum and gave herself to him under the open sky. The king of Blood City, feared by all, was on his knees between her thighs, devouring his queen.
"I’m gonna cum, Damien," Luna gasped. "I’m gonna cum. Make me cum."
Damien’s response was to bury himself deeper into her with his fingers. He slid two inside her, knuckles deep, curling them just so, forming a wicked C, hitting that sacred spot that made her back arch off the nket. His tongue never faltered on her swollen clit, his mouth relentless as he feasted. Her thighs trembled around his head, a queen unraveling into nothing more than a trembling woman under her husband’s mastery. Her cry shattered the night, a mix of swears and worship.
When the storm finally passed, Damien drew back, fingers glistening, his lips wet with her essence. He looked smug, a satisfied vampire. He sat back on his heels, wiping his mouth with azy swipe of his thumb before licking it clean. "You want wine?" he asked casually, as if he hadn’t just made his queen scream herself hoarse. The audacity of him made Luna throw her head back in exasperation. Gods, she loved him.
*****
Ravena trailed across the floors, Magnus bundled in her arms. The infant prince was a weight she’d grown fond of carrying, his steady breathing calming in ways she hadn’t known she needed.
She stepped into the bedroom where their unconscious guesty. Kyllian was already inside. The royal physician was there, finishing his morning assessment.
"How is the heir doing?" Kyllian asked. There was a protective undertone there—a man who would die before letting harme to the child.
Ravena looked down at Magnus, her lips curving into a smile as the little one stirred in her arms. "He is such a good boy," she said softly, her maternal instinct overflowing. "I’m going to be so sad when he leaves. Can we keep him, your highness?"
Kyllian chuckled, shaking his head. "We would start a war." He noticed the queen mother had settled into her role far too easily.
"I noticed you never called him by his name. You always say the heir or the baby," Ravena said softly, rocking Magnus in her arms.
Kyllian gave a half-shrug, eyes deliberately drifting toward the window where morning sun kissed the castle gardens. "I know his name," he muttered. His avoidance was louder than his words.
Ravena arched a brow, lips curving into the faintest smirk. "Then say it."
"I don’t need to," Kyllian shot back, still not looking at the child. "He can’t hear me anyway."
"Humour me," Ravena pressed, her fingers stroking Magnus’s tiny curls as if the gesture itself could coax Kyllian closer.
Kyllian exhaled sharply through his nose, muttering under his breath, "Your highness....please."
"Your highness," Ravena echoed back instantly. Her eyes glimmered with amusement. "Don’t y games with me, Kyllian. You won’t win a battle of stubbornness."
His lips twitched, but his gaze fell heavy on the floor. "I can’t," he admitted atst.
"Why?"
"You won’t understand," Kyllian said gruffly.
"I do," Ravena whispered. "I do more than you know. But I understand it is different for me to deal with it than it is for you." She looked down at Magnus, then back at Kyllian, her eyes holding a depth only loss could carve.
Kyllian finally turned, his broad frame casting a shadow over the cradle of Ravena’s arms. He looked down at the child. The baby stirred, eyelids fluttering. Kyllian’s throat tightened. "Alpha King Magnus," he whispered. "That’s the only way I can say your name. You carry a mighty name."
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