I knew I was meeting the first queen our realm had ever seen. I had heard the stories of how she overthrew the demon rulers that came before her, doing away with the practice of human slavery that was overly prevalent in most regions. I knew that to throw a coup that size, she would have to be bold, strong, and probably ridiculously powerful.
What I wasn’t expecting was Ashera. I hadn’t anticipated how beautiful she would be, or how strongly her body would call to mine. I hadn’t realized I would be walking into her…. making love with another male. If you could call it that. I think “fucking” was what people called it these days. And with a vamp, of all creatures. And yet I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the scene, and the way her golden hair was splayed around her in a halo as the vampire thrust away inside of her.
Gods. Years of practicing celibacy allowed me to perfect my control over my wants and desires. It was expected of me, as King of Malak. Not all kings did so, but I had taken a vow when I ascended the throne. I wanted to be pure, a shining beacon of what ultimate control looked like. But when I saw him, his hardened cock diving deep into her soaking folds, heard the moans slipping between her full pink lips… gods. I now had a raging hard-on and no way to get rid of it, not with Queen Ashera herself sashaying down the golden hallways to the throne room. Her dress left little to the imagination, all curves and sinewy muscles. Yes, she was strong — of that I was certain. But damn. She was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. She looked like the mermaids that our sailors brought back tales of. I subtly rearranged myself behind my pale linen trousers – the standard in Malak, but not the wisest of clothing choices to hide the boner of an over-excited twelve-year-old. I was pure. What was wrong with me? Was I jealous of him fucking her, or did I want to join in?
“Sorry, what was that?” Ashera’s voice was a golden melody, filled with humor.
Shit. Had I spoken aloud? Fuck, now I was swearing. Double shit. Ugh. An hour in Shaytan and all my morals were already out the window. Next thing I knew I would be screwing the queen on her throne while her entire court watched.
Where the hell had that come from? Purity, Jacobi. Purity. Strength. Morals. I had survived hundreds of years focusing on that motto, surely, I could handle a few days in the presence of a succubus.
“Nothing, your highness. Just trying to remember the words to a song.” Gods. What was happening to me? That was the best response I could come up with?
Ashera glanced back at me, tossing her golden hair over her shoulder. She gave me a sly smirk as if she knew what I was thinking. “Well, hopefully, you remember it. The throne room is right up here.”
At the mention of the throne room, my cock instantly stood to attention again. I wouldn’t even need to strip that dress off her to have my way. She could keep it on, that and those bands of jewels around her arms designating her as a warrior. She could keep it all on, and I would worship every inch of her smooth skin. First with my hands. Then with my mouth. And those sounds she had made for the vamp… she would make them for me tenfold. What kind of sounds would she make if we had our way together? Fuck. Morals. Morals needed to be front and center. Not imagining the vamp tweaking Ashera’s perfectly pink nipples, as I feasted on what I imagined to be a flawless pussy between her legs.
Not that I had ever seen one. Celibacy and all that. But I was certain it would be perfect. I just needed to focus on the meeting. We made our way through the throne room, empty except for a few servants — no longer slaves — prepping the room for the formal dinner we’d be having later that evening. Ashera took her seat, and I kneeled in front of her.
“Your Highness. The kingdom of Malak has come to offer you its gratitude for the freeing of your slaves,” I began, keeping my head low out of respect.
“Please, Jacobi. There’s no need for formality between friends. And I expect we’ll be friends. Ashera is fine.” She gave me another bright smile, and I felt a spark of electricity right to my cock. Purity. Purity, morals, and… what was the last one again? But then her smile fell, and her voice grew cold. “They were never my slaves. I simply gave them back what was theirs in the first place.”
“I apologize, Your High… Ashera.” I rolled the name around on my tongue. It flowed, curved, and filled my mouth. The way I imagined her full breasts would as well. I groaned, shaking my head to rid my mind of the mental image. “I apologize. Regardless, you have our respect. Malak would be honored to continue a trade relationship with Shaytan.”
Ashera stood, walking toward me with careful steps. Her bright green eyes sparkled boldly at me. “That’s wonderful news. Because I need all the grain Malak can spare. I’ll have a lot more free people needing a lot more food this season.” Was it just me, or had her voice dropped an octave? She could have all the wheat in Malaks’s fields, and all the fish in our waters for all I cared. The energy in the room was suddenly palpable. I should use some of my own power, adapt the room to a more neutral feeling, but I found myself curious, wondering where this was going. The same way succubi fed off sexual energy, and vampires fed off blood, angels restored our magic through strong emotions in the room. Ashera was close enough for me to reach out and touch. As much as I wanted to touch that smooth, glowing skin…I wouldn’t. Couldn’t. It wouldn’t be right. Would it?
Ashera made the decision for me, dragging one long fingernail down my forearm. The connection between our bodies sent a shiver down my spine before I could control it, and she offered me another smirk. “I saw you watching us, Jacobi. I wonder, do you wish it was you instead of Ambrose? Or were you imagining yourself joining in?”
I sucked in a quiet breath, feeling certain that she was able to read my mind. Because I had been imagining joining in, the darkness of the vamp captivated me just as much as Ashera’s bold beauty. Ambrose. Ambrose was his name. Realization dawned — the Prince of Masas. “I’m sure I don’t know what you mean, your high… Ashera.”
She withdrew her hand from my arm, tapping a finely boned finger against her lip. “Malakian…. Malakian…” Her green eyes widened. “You’re celibate!”
I was taught to not be embarrassed of my purity. It was something to be proud of, for others to strive for in their journey to enlightenment. But when Ashera looked at me, desire blowing her pupils wide… I found myself wishing I was anyone other than myself. If ruling Malak required my purity, I no longer wanted the throne. I’d rather take control of Ashera, body and mind. “Yes. I am.”
She raised an eyebrow at me, and I felt the moment she let loose an ounce of her power into the room. She was designed for seduction, every part of her built to lead a man down the path of temptation. I was supposed to be above temptation, but I was quickly learning I was no better than any other man. Ashera leaned into my space again, twirling her hand up my neck and into my hair. Gods, her touch was like nothing I’d ever felt. “So, you’ve never felt a woman do this then,” she whispered, pressing her lips against my ear.
“No,” I murmured. I forced myself to stay still, even though every cell in my body was screaming out to reach out and touch her, to press her body against mine as I consumed her lips with my own. My cock was so hard, I was sure with a single touch of her body I would implode.
“Or this?” Ashera licked the sensitive skin beneath my neck, and I closed my eyes, focusing on my breath. “Have you ever touched a woman?” She grasped one of my hands, bringing it to cup her full breast. I couldn’t stop the groan exploding out of my chest. It was like something possessed me, and I growled, desperately kneading her breast with my hand. When had I learned to do this?
“Fuck, Ashera. You’re too much of a temptation.” I bent my head so that my lips rested on hers, but I couldn’t cross that line. Not yet. I still had my purity. Purity, and…fuck it. I was fairly certain the only thing pure in this world was the feeling of Ashera’s body pressed against me, and I was sure that being inside of her would be the closest to Heaven I’d ever get.
She smiled against my lips. “Temptation is my middle name. But really, I just know how to get what I want.”
I sighed softly, breathing in her delicious, honeyed scent. “You have the kingdom. The throne. The power. What more do you want?”
Ashera opened her mouth to respond, but we were interrupted by a cool voice.
“Ashera. I have an urgent matter to speak with you about.” Malachi. Her bodyguard.
I wanted to punch him in the face for interrupting us, but I stepped back with a polite smile. Maybe it was a sign for the best. I had maintained most of my purity. Maybe I could keep it that way. “Your highness. We can suss out the details of the trade negotiations later.”
Ashera winked, straightening the folds of her dress as she turned back to Malachi. I sighed again, trying to ignore the disappointment heavy in my mind. “Oh, and Jacobi?”
“Yes?”
“What I want is you.”
Fuck. I was going to Hell.
* * *
Ashera
Feeling the pull toward two men back-to-back like that wasn’t something I was used to, especially now that I was standing in front of Malachi fighting the urge to climb him like a damn tree. To be fair, this wasn’t a new feeling with Mal. But he wanted to keep things business, so that’s what I did. That didn’t mean I wasn’t struggling to get my brain back on matters of state. My succubus was demanding that I hunt down Ambrose and Jacobi, lock them in here with myself and Mal, and have them fuck me within an inch of my life. My skin was so sensitive that even the brush of the light fabric against my nipples had me fighting the urge to moan.
Malachi led me back to my bedchamber, a fierce scowl on his face. “I’ve just received word that there’s a potential threat to your rule.”
I raised my brow at him, cocking a hip and crossing my arms. “That’s what you interrupted me for?”
He bristled, flaring his wings for a moment. His eyes darkened, and he moved to stand chest to chest with me. “A threat to your life is more important than dick, Sher.” His tone was a low growl and since we were so close, I could feel the rumble of that growl against my nipples. I fought the urge to moan again.
I glared up at him. I wanted to argue with him, though he did have a point. But my succubus didn’t give a fuck that he had a point. She was aching, empty, and he’d denied her the chance to ride an angel all the way to Heaven. Or Hell. I really wasn’t picky. “What do you care about me getting dicked?” If he was going to cockblock me, I was going to call him on it.
He snarled and leaned down so close our lips were almost touching. “I can smell how turned on you are.”
“Your point?” I so badly wanted to close the distance between our mouths.
“You’re allowing those two to distract you,” he rumbled. “You have a kingdom to run. You can’t get sloppy.”
“I couldn’t be sloppy if I tried. So, I’ll repeat, why do you care?” I knew I was pushing him, but I didn’t care. Desire flared through every cell in my body and demanded that I sate it in any way possible.
“Because,” he snarled, his gaze now so dark and heated it caught my breath, “you’re mine.” He wrapped my braid around his hand and jerked me against his body. “If you’re going to get any dick it’s going to be mine.”
It was mildly embarrassing that I whimpered as he crashed his mouth against mine. I’d wanted Mal for years. Is my inner hussy making me hallucinate? He traced my lips with his tongue and a shiver raced down my spine. Our tongues started to battle for dominance as he backed me to my bed. Definitely not a hallucination.
He ripped my dress away with his free hand, and then he pulled his mouth from mine. We panted as our lips brushed together. He pushed me back on the bed and dropped to his knees. He slid his large hands up my legs, spreading them wide as he went.
“It’s been driving me mad smelling you in need and not doing anything to ease it.” Malachi’s hot breath teased my core and my hips bucked in invitation. He skimmed my inner thigh with his lips forcing a low moan out of my throat.
A commotion from my doorway had me canting my head to see what the problem was. I had no intention of making Mal stop, and it seemed he agreed. My breath hitched when I saw Jacobi and Ambrose flanked by two guards, their backs to me but standing in front of the royals so they couldn’t approach. What the —?
A loud moan escaped me, and my hips arched as Malachi started to devour me. I wanted to let go of the hold I had on my glamor — just for a moment, but I wasn’t ready to share that part of me with everyone. I tangled my hands in his hair, but I couldn’t rip my gaze from the two other males by the door. Jacobi seemed uncomfortable at first until I moaned. Now his heated gaze traveled my body stopping with interest at the sight of Mal feasting between my thighs. Ambrose, on the other hand, looked like he was ready to slaughter my guards to get back inside me. A low snarl from Malachi — which caused me to gasp and dig my fingers harder into his hair — stopped Ambrose cold.
He slid two fingers into my core as my assassin licked at my clit. My breath hitched when he crooked his fingers to hit my g-spot. “Mal.” My voice was low and breathy, but I had no doubts the two men by the door heard me. “Don’t stop.”
A low rumble vibrated against my clit when he growled, and that catapulted me over the edge as I came screaming Mal’s name. But he didn’t stop. I had a sneaking suspicion Malachi wanted to prove to the two by the door that he was the alpha male here. His power washed over me, and my back bowed off the bed as my grip on my own power slipped and my arousal flooded the air.
Jacobi’s low moan, followed by a feral snarl from Ambrose had me coming again, clenching tightly around Malachi’s fingers.
Malachi pulled away from my pussy, slowly dragging his fingers out of me before licking them clean. My chest was heaving as my gaze bounced from him to the others. Before I could say anything, Malachi had me on my hands and knees, facing the door. His hands tightly gripping my hips as his cock nudged my slick opening.
“Don’t you dare close your eyes, Sher.” He rubbed himself against me, and I fisted my hands in the sheets as I tried to push back against him. “You two are going to watch me fuck her. You’re going to watch as she comes on my cock. And then I’m going to show you how I’ve filled up her pussy.” His command was met with silence, two sets of eyes pinned on me as Malachi eased himself inside me.
He started to thrust shallowly, just the tip of his cock moving back and forth. My pussy clenched around it, and I tried to push back to take more of him, but he wouldn’t let me. I whimpered, needing so desperately to have him thrust to the hilt.
“Tell them, Sher,” he ground out as he continued his torture. “Tell them whose cock is inside you right now.”
“Yours,” I moaned out. A squeak escaped me as his palm slapped against my ass before his hand tangled in my hair, pulling back just enough that my throat was bared to the two men at the door.
“My name, Sher.”
I was having a hard time focusing. He continued his shallow thrusts as my eyes remained locked on Ambrose and Jacobi. Jacobi had his hands clenched tightly at his sides; his cock was heavy against his linen pants. I licked my lips in a blatant invitation, and he groaned. Ambrose was stroking himself through his pants as he watched Malachi tease me. His red eyes almost glowed with heat.
“Sher.” Malachi’s tone was threatening, and he pulled out until his tip was rubbing against my opening. I whimpered, louder than before.
“Please,” I cried. “Malachi.”
“That’s it Sher.” He slammed home. My cry of ecstasy filled the room. My eyes were drawn back to Jacobi, our gazes locking as Malachi started to thrust with hard, deep movements. He kept his hand in my hair so my gaze would stay locked with Jacobi’s as his other hand wrapped around my waist. He started to circle my clit with his fingers, and I couldn’t stop the moan that burst from my lips.
“Come for me again, Ashera.”
Jacobi’s almost imperceptible nod had me crying out his name as I came around Malachi. I heard a dark chuckle behind me as the incubus shifted our position, his movements smooth and quick. I was still facing away from him and towards the door, but he was under me. I didn’t stop to think about it as I moved my body along his cock.
Mal gripped my hips, and he set the pace. Both Ambrose and Jacobi stood entranced by the sight of my bouncing breasts and of my body taking all of that delicious incubus cock.
“Play with your nipples.” Ambrose’s harsh demand had me flicking my gaze to him. Malachi snarled but didn’t dispute the demand. I moved my fingers to my aching peaks and started to pinch them in time with my descent on Malachi’s cock.
My pussy fluttered around him as I approached the edge yet again. His silence broke as he groaned beneath me.
“One more time, Sher.” He used his hands to help me pick up my pace and soon the sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, punctuated with my breathy moans and Mal’s grunts as we both neared our release. “That’s it.”
I tossed my head and arched my back, as I came again, screaming Malachi’s name to the heavens. His own roar of release had my hips jerking against his as I tried to ride my orgasm out for as long as possible. I collapsed back against Malachi, and he lifted my hips up before rolling us both so he was on top of me.
My chest heaved as I glanced up at him. He curved his lips in a typical satisfied male grin before he rolled off me. “I’ll be back in a minute.” I watched as he moved over to Jacobi and Ambrose, ushering them and the guards out of my bedroom. He hadn’t bothered to put any clothes on. I was too spent to go after them, and before I knew it, my eyes drifted close.
