Cold Queen - K Webster Page 0,45

black. It hurts, but I don’t dare pull away. When she’s finished, she heals me, leaving me with a pink scar that matches hers.

“A dark king and a white queen, bound together in matrimony until they take their dying breaths. I pronounce you King and Queen Bloodstone, first of their name, rulers of the Norta Icelands and Souta Volcanoes. Fire and ice. A powerful union no army, no ruler, no human shall ever break. Now kiss your queen and seal your fate, your highness.”

I pull my queen closer and slide my hands into her silky hair. Her breath hitches when I tug at the roots in a possessive way, angling her head up so I may see her pretty face. Her blue eyes shine with a love that most unions of royalty don’t have. We are the lucky ones. Our beasts found each other. My lips press hard to hers as I kiss her in a claiming way. She parts her lips and allows my tongue to seek hers.

Cold and hot.

A clashing of two opposites that somehow are perfect together.

I kiss the queen, who grows stronger each day without the poison running through her veins. Mine. She’s mine and I’ll drag her all over this world so we may conquer it together.

“Is that all?” I growl to the priest.

“That is all,” the priest says, chuckling.

I scoop Elzira up in my arms and stride from the room, loving her sweet giggles as they echo down the hall. Once inside her tower, I strip her down quickly and toss her down on the bed. Her blue eyes watch me hungrily as I shed my own clothing.

She catches her bottom lip between her teeth before parting her slender thighs. Her arousal glistens along her slit and my cock seeps with need. I pounce on her, eager to devour every part of her.

“I want to eat you up,” I rumble, nipping at her stomach as I make my way to her cunt. “I’ll start here.”

A squeal escapes her as I run my tongue along her slit, tasting her sweet juices. Her back arches off the bed. Cold ice pellets ping off my back, but all it takes is one scorching stare on my queen to have her warming.

“The next time I have my cock deep inside you, it’ll be as my wife.” I suck on her clit until she screams. “Beg for it, wife. Beg for me to fill you up and give you a little prince.”

Her blue eyes shine with love and adoration. “Please. Please give me a family.”

I suck on her clit over and over until she spasms with pleasure, her orgasm tearing through her violently. I don’t wait for my wife to recover as I prowl up her writhing body. She whimpers when I push into her without warning, thrusting my hips hard enough to bruise her deep inside. Gripping her wrists, I pin her to the bed as I rock against her. Our mouths meet and I kiss her until she knows it with every ounce of her being that I’ll give her whatever it is she yearns for…especially a family. I grind on her in just the right way that has her coming once more. This time, with her cunt clenching tight around my cock, I groan with my release. Hot semen shoots deep within her and I pray to every god out there that a little heir will begin growing within her before morning.

Sliding out of my queen, I gather her in my arms and pull her to my chest as I rest on my back. I stroke my fingers through her soft hair.

“What will you be when there are no more of The Damned to punish?” I ask her absently. Eventually, I’ll take over the Easta and Westa, forbidding such practice in all corners of our world.

She lifts up and frowns. “There always have been and always will be The Damned. You make sure of it.”

“Not me. My father. His father. And so on. Never me.”

“Why not?”

“My mother…” My voice cracks at the mention of her. “She was feral and hungry. A truly disgraced queen, sent away by her tyrant husband because she loved another.”

“Oh, Ryke,” she whispers. “I’m so sorry.”

“I killed her. What was left of her anyway. I vowed then I would find a more civil way to punish those who disobeyed the law. Danser has always helped me rule justly, as my mother would have wanted. I am the Truth Seeker, not a creator