The Hated (Sleeping With Monsters Book 3) (20 page)

“Ilylle,” he groaned, pulling me near and pushing himself deep. His cock stirred inside me and he thrust again – “Yes – Ilylle –“ and then he gasped, rocking his head back, and gasped again. “Oh, Ilylle –“ he panted, his chest heaving beneath my hands.

He held me to him, surrounding me with his arms, pulling me close. I could smell the sweat of his exertion – so unlike Joshan – and feel the wetness of his seed leaking out from between our bond. “Oh, my Queen,” he whispered in my ear.

“My King,” I whispered back, kissing his chin and neck.

Zaan’s Epilogue

I pulled her out of the chamber where I’d been trapped as stone, away from her memories and Yzin. We needed to break new ground, start somewhere fresh that was only ours – so I pulled her past the hall we’d fought in and beyond her great chamber’s door, down to the reception hall.

Every footstep made me throb – I had a low ache that needed answering. After nearly being pulled apart in Railan’s dungeon I felt starved -- and all of me needed to feed.

When we reached the center of the room I turned and caught her smiling at me. Little did she know the things I wanted to do to her.

“So what now?” she asked, acting bold.

I smiled wickedly. “In five hours you’ll belong to Aranda -- but until then, you belong to me.”

I felt her magic ripple through her, answering mine.

“Here?” she asked.

“Here,” I said, prepared to take her.

My arms wrapped around her as my head leaned down. Her lips parted and let my tongue in – we were tasting one another in an instant, touching one another in an instant more, both of us wanting to finally know the other. I grabbed hold of the fabric of her dress and tore it as her hands fluttered over the buckles of my armor, undoing them haphazardly. Her hands found my skin as my hands found hers – the curve of her hips, the swell of her ass, always our mouths locked, tongues pressing. She put her hands in my hair and shivered against me as we freed ourselves from the final bits of cloth and I could feel her nipples pebble as they touched and feel the softness of her mound press in – my cock stiffened, and she reached between us to stroke it. I picked her up and started moving us toward a wall, but her magic fought mine to keep me still.

“Ilylle –“ I warned – she couldn’t possibly know how much I needed her right now, how badly I needed her blood to satisfy me and more -- and then she knelt.

I groaned as her lips parted and she took me in. Without thinking I started to sway in time, rocking my hips against her as she sucked. My hands wound into her hair or clutched her shoulders, trying to hold on.

“Ilylle,” I panted, looking down as she looked up, stroking her tongue against the bottom of my cock. I moaned again as she pulled back. I felt her rock, and tried in vain to keep her there.

“I could torment you for hours now, and it would still be fair.”

My hips swayed involuntarily. “I’ve created a monster.”

“You don’t even know,” she warned me with a grin. I didn’t need games – I muttered a curse, then laughed, swooping down to pick her up.

This time she didn’t fight me. I knew this time, she’d be mine.

I carried her up the dais to where the throne was and set her down, arranging her how I liked – pushing her back down and her ass up as she stood before the throne. I stood there for a moment, admiring everything about her, the spill of her hair, the curve of her hips. I could take her now – or I could choose to worship her some.

I took her ass in both my hands and felt her tremble and brace, assuming I would soon push in. Instead, I knelt behind her, pushed her thighs wide, and lapped at her with my tongue.

The sound she made then – it was exquisite, half a gasp, half a groan, as my tongue worked her over, my face pressed in. I sucked on her and kissed her pussy deeply, pushing my
tongue up. She kept moaning and rose up on her toes, bending further to show more of herself to me, no shame, no inhibition. Her eagerness drove me wild, and I licked harder, pressing more. Her legs started to shake and her magic wrapped around us – I groaned and pulled back, satisfied with what I’d done, and slapped her ass, hard.

Ilylle jumped forward, then looked back. “What was that?”

“A prelude to this,” I said, sliding myself inside of her.

Her pussy fit my cock like a glove. She was so wet and hot and each time I thrust she held me tight – I wanted to be inside her, to stay inside her, to feel her always wrapped around me.

Did she want the same for me? I pulled my cock back and teased her entrance with it, bobbing the thickest part of my head in and out. She groaned and tried to sink backwards to take more of me – yes – I leaned over her to grab the back of the throne and use it to help me fuck her. Each thrust she cried out – each thrust I needed her more. She was close, I was close, but there were parts of me hungry yet – I reached down and grabbed hold of her long blonde hair, hauling her up against my chest.

“Do you feel taken now, my Queen?” I asked her.

She nodded with a whimper.

“Good,” I said, and then pulled out.

She sagged without me there. “Not again, Zaan –“

“Definitely not,” I promised her. I moved her to one side and sat, then brought her back in front of me. My cock was still hard, jutting out – I scooted my hips forward, and pulled her to me.

She realized my intent and straddled the throne, thighs spread wide, and reached for the throne’s back to lift herself up and slowly lower herself down, as I reached between us to guide myself back inside her. I hissed as I felt her envelope me again, and licked my thumb, putting it between us for her to rub on.

She started pulsing up and down my shaft; I wanted to grab her shoulders and pin her there, keep myself buried deep, but watching the ecstatic concentration on her face as her pleasure roiled – I pulled her to me, wrapping all of me in her, skin against skin, feeling her rock up and down with a series of small thrusts, rubbing herself against me.

She would come like this if I let her, and part of me wanted to watch that, to feel her magic wash over me as she utterly let go – but the rest of me was hungry still. I rocked her back, and lowered my mouth to her left breast.

I knew how to be careful with my fangs if I wanted to be – I used my lips and tongue against her, searching, licking, feeling her nipple perk for me, begging me to suck it more. I devoured her carefully, there was no part of her breast that I didn’t taste, and then I turned my attention to her other one, trying to be as precise, but losing myself as my cock grew more hard, all of me knowing what would come next. Did she know? She had to – I brushed my teeth against her in warning, as she kept pulsing – the way she felt wound around my cock – if she came, I would too, and this moment would be lost. I pulled her close again and pushed a hand into her hair, pulling her head gently to one side, bringing my mouth to her neck.

“Ilylle,” I whispered in warning, and then bit into her irresistible flesh.

She stiffened as my teeth pierced and made small noises as I was lost in blood. I’d heard of this my entire life, how the blood of your beloved was like the sweetest wine, and had thought the men who shared such stories mad. But now – running my tongue over the wounds that I’d
made, pressing and sucking every drop she would give me – I felt intoxicated. And then – she began to move.

Her blood, hot in my mouth, and my cock, hot inside her, I growled in satisfaction, at how everything felt right. Her hands wound up into my hair to hold me at her neck as her hips began tightening.

I pressed back into the throne, taking her with me, so that I could brace myself up off the ground, and started pounding all of me inside her, my hands clenched around her ass. This redoubling of sensation – the taste of blood – the way her body pressed to mine – the growing tightness in her pussy – her magic squeezing hard –

“Zaan –“ she cried out my name first, losing herself. Her magic lashed out around us like a storm of light, with us calm in the center. She called my name again – and my body answered.

I released my bite and thrust up into her tightness, as her pussy grabbed my cock and pulled – “Yes – Ilylle –“ I gasped and emptied myself inside her. Every pull she made drew more from me, until my body had no more to give – everything was hers. “Oh, Ilylle –“ I panted, and pulled her back to me. “My Queen,” I whispered, knowing it was true.

“My King,” she whispered back and kissed my jaw.

Epilogue

We stayed in one another’s arms until we caught our breath and he slipped out of me. Getting off the throne was awkward – he helped me balance, then I stood naked in front of him, smiling down.

“Don’t get used to that – it’s my throne.”

Zaan chuckled, coming to a stand. “Don’t worry – you’re always welcome to sit on top of me,” he said, and then kissed me hard. I sank back when he was through, feeling warm. He changed to smoke for an instant – as did his clothing – and then he was assembled again.

“That’s unfair.”

“You’re the one who bathed already,” he said waving his hand about to indicate my magic, and I laughed.

“Why here, Zaan? Why not my bed?” I asked, bending over to sweep up what was left of my dress. He watched all of me as I moved, eyes bright.

“I wanted you to claim this place as yours before emissaries arrive at dawn.”

“There is no part of Aranda that is not mine,” I said, with heavy irony, coming near. He held his hand out to me and I took it.

“Soon all of it will be honestly, for as long as you desire. But I thought making new memories here, to replace the old, would be a good choice.”

I smiled up at him. “You make an excellent King.”

He lifted my hand to his lips and kissed it.

I spun around, looking at all the screens. Soon I wouldn’t need them anymore – I would be able see the entire outside world – I would meet my people, and my people would meet me. I would know if Mazaria still starved, and be in charge of fixing it if they did – and if all of Yzin’s screens had told the truth, there was so much corruption and evil to uproot and replace with something better – it might take another twenty-thousand years to fix what Railan had done. And there was still the matter of all the Zaibann other trapped in stone – was there a way to release them, safely?

Zaan was right – this was my last night before I became Queen in earnest, when my country and my people would weigh on every waking thought. Which was finally as it should be, yes, but -- I looked up to him and felt my magic stir anew. I straightened my back and took on a regal appearance for a second, before giving him a wicked grin.

“My King, how much time do we have left before morning?”

His eyebrows rose and he smirked, reveling the tip of one fang. “Enough, my Queen, enough,” he said and pulled me in.

From the Author

Thank you so much for reading The Hated, the third book in my Sleeping with Monsters series. All of the books are standalone but bound by the common thread of women who love dangerous creatures.

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Read on for excerpts of The Hunted, The Haunted, and The House, in case you missed any of them….

The Hunted

As a call girl, Samantha never hoped for a happily ever after until she met Vincent. It didn’t matter that he was a mobster, for seven years their life was perfect – then he was betrayed and brutally gunned down by other members of the family. Now she’s on the run for her life, and the only thing she has to remember Vincent by is a silver locket with the phone number of a stranger folded inside – that leads her straight into the arms of Vincent’s werewolf ex-boyfriend.

In my dreams I could pretend the sounds I heard were fireworks or drums, not gunfire, but when I woke to Vincent shaking me I knew our life together was through.

“Sammy, get up. Now.”

I sat up instantly. The shots were closer, faster, matching the doubletime of my heart. The Carmino family was coming at last.

Vincent shook me again. “Go,” he demanded, his eyes dark. He was beautiful and stern and muscles in his arms bunched, bracing for a fight. “Wake up. This is it. You remember what to do.”

I stumbled up and out of bed and snatched my robe off a chair. “Okay –“ I ran for the bathroom, realized he wasn’t following me and turned. “I’m not going without you.”

“Yes you are.”

“But –“ This wasn’t how we’d run the drills. When we’d practiced them, we’d both escaped.

“Things have escalated.” He stepped onto the bed and then off of it again to reach my side. Why wasn’t he going for the guns? I knew we had them, under the mattress, and in the closets -- “They’re not going to let me live. And I don’t want to watch you die.” He took my shoulders in his hands and held so tight I knew I’d be bruised.

“This is really it?” I asked, my voice small. I’d lost so much in my short life – I couldn’t imagine losing him, too.