Any Story LGBTQ+ Paranormal/Supernatural Romance

Chapter 15 – Charles

Red, hot blood seeped over my teeth, emitting the sweetest taste I’d had since I marked my husbands. My cock hardened so fast I ached, and not only with the need to drive it into the man beneath me. Yet the physical pain cleared my mind enough for me to realize what I had just done.

I drew back, looking down as dark red seeped from my freshly made bite mark in the hollow of Prince Daro’s neck. The mark glowed a faint yellow as the connection between him and me knitted itself together. I could feel the internal connection clicking in place. The mental connection was opening. His feelings were already seeping to life inside my head. Could he feel mine? Would I soon discover his hatred for me, for tying him to me without his consent? Did he even know what I did to us?

A firm hand came up to rest on my cheek, turning my head so I saw nothing. but a huge, dopey smile. The next thing I heard was like magic to my ears, or mind, considering it was all inside my head.

“Sweetheart, that was the perfect answer to my earlier question, but now I want to fuck you senseless, and we have an audience.”

“That we do, babe. And I still say we have to decipher why Darren thought it wise to take the course of action he did just over a rumor that set me off.” One that might just very well get me killed for sure.

“I will not let my father kill you, sweetheart.” His fingers wrapped around my face, tugging me down to him as he kissed me hard and passionately. I’m unsure how long it would have lasted if Jazz hadn’t cleared his throat.

“Are we in danger of retaliation from Lord Zarus over this, Lord Daro?”

“Want to clean me up, sweetheart?”

Boy, did I. The mere taste of more of his blood would not only increase our connection but make me want him that much more. Okay, cleaning him up might be a two-edged sword. One I’d take willingly, though.

I ran my tongue from the corner of his mouth to the base of his neck, where my mark would permanently rest for the rest of our lives, and swiped up one side of the line of blood streaking down his neck. There was an ambrosia taste to his blood. Sweeter than the one my previous husbands held. It was richer, wilder, like a demon who dances among the sun when forbidden to. Demons who were forbidden to walk in the sun always held a drive to dance in it, something about a natural urge to let go and party while the sun rose over them. Their blood was supposed to have a flavor of its own. I’d smelled the blood of one before by accident when I had to chase one down because he killed a high-ranking demonic child of the court. When I struck him down, some of his blood flew back into my face. The sun was so potent in it that I felt like I was back on my beach with my husbands. Tasting so much sun in Daro’s blood only caused me to lap it up faster, and even suck at the opening a bit, which drew a groan from him. He threw his arms around my waist and thrust up into me, letting me feel his readiness for me. Another groan from the peanut gallery pulled me away from the lust that coursed through me, and I quickly let some of the demonic saliva that I carried in my blood seal the puncture marks I made in his bare skin.

“What got you hot and bothered so much, sweetheart?”

“You are my personal Sun.”

“Are you saying the Sun Rises Over you, Sire Charles?”

“I’m saying you do, Lord Daro.”

“Okay,” I held my hand out to him, lifting him off the bed. “Time to get back to what we were doing. And no more mentioning Thatcher Killer and him. I might tear the entire castle down.”

“Gathered as much,” Jazz’s grin looked both comical and kind of green, like he might puke. “How are you going to hide that Mating Mark from Lord Zarus?”