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Iron Queen

L.A. McGinnis

As Seraphina’s enemies close in, she’s trying to give the Darkfell clan something they’ve never had before. Peace. But when a new rival sets his sights set on her, she must fight—not only for survival—but for the happiness she deserves.

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For a moment, my mate remained undecided. “I need you, Deston.” I pleaded softly, relief flooding through me as his eyes thawed, a brief swirl of stars appearing. “Please, I just want to feel you against me, for a little while.” It had been so long since we’d been tangled together, so long, my body pulsed with lust, just having him this close.

“How can I refuse, when you ask so nicely?” His practised hands slid over me, cupping my breasts, and I held onto the vanity for dear life while Deston stripped off my bra, threw it aside.

I went boneless when Deston trailed his hands down my body, taking his time, his tongue dancing with mine, until his fingers gripped my thighs so hard they left dents. “It has been a long time, mon amour.”

“It really has.” I agreed, widening my legs as one hand dipped between my thighs. “We should do something about that.” One finger pressed into me, while he watched me bite my lip.

“So fucking wet for me, my queen. You smell so good, it’s all I can do not to flip you over and fuck you properly.” He chuckled, the sound darkly seductive. “Or is that what you want?”

“There’s still people downstairs.” I cautioned, my breaths coming fast.

There was always someone awake in the palace, always people rustling around downstairs, deliveries and staff and Knightsguard soldiers coming and going. I was still getting used to the constant commotion.

“Then you’d best be quiet, mate.” He warned softly, adding another finger, chuckling when my hips surged forward. “Unless you can’t, of course. Then the whole castle will hear you scream my name when you come.”

His dare—along with his provocative chuckle—sent shivers of need through me.

My head whirled, lodgy from the feeding, sparking with lust from the press of Deston’s fingers into me. His teeth captured my collarbone, his fangs pressing in. Just that delicious pressure, coupled with his finger fucking me, was nearly enough for me to implode.

Nearly.

I gasped when Deston pulled away, wickedness written all over his face. My breath in my throat, I watched him strip, the bright lights outlining the blue veins beneath his pale skin, the jut of his cock when he stalked toward me.

“If you’re coming, it will be with me inside you.” Deston growled, pulling me forward, my butt squeaking as it slid along the cool marble. He looped a finger into my panties and ripped them off before his finger plunged in again, his face tight with hunger.

“You are so wet for me, ma cherie,” He stroked himself up through my folds, and I tried to pull him inside, but he wouldn’t budge.

“So very greedy, my queen.” He teased, pressing the head of his cock against my entrance. The mating mark on the back of my neck heated, and I opened up the bond between us, lost in the tidal wave of emotions washing over me, wanting to feel what my mate felt.

Love. Protectiveness. Hunger.

“Please Deston, now.” I begged, overwhelmed by how badly I wanted him. He pushed in slowly, the pressure increasing with every inch. His thumb brushed across my clit and I gasped when his hips surged forward and he drove himself into the hilt, his fingers digging into my ass to hold me in place.