Mark of Truth (Wicked Kingdoms Book 1)

by Graceley Knox

  “Gods, yes.”

  Wanting to tease him as much as he teased me, I rub the swollen head of his cock against my pussy. Back and forth. Back and forth. I slowly let him dip inside me before lifting up quickly.

  “You little tease…” He clutches my hips before slamming into me. I take all he has to give. I cry out as my walls stretch and shake as my body tries to accept all of him at once. The pleasure-pain thrills me.

  “Oh-my-gods-mmm-yes.” He’s so thick and hard inside me that I feel like I can’t breathe.

  He lets me adjust to his large size, rubbing one hand up and down my back. “Are you okay, my little tine?”

  “I’m okay.” I clench around him. I lift up, and the feel of his cock inside me makes me moan. “Gods, you feel so good.” Slow and steady, I slide up and down his cock, letting my wetness coat him until he glides in out of me with ease.

  He grips my ass and positions me where he wants. Thrusting upward, he fills me up again until I feel him at my cervix. “So tight. Every silken inch of you. You fit me like a glove.” He repeats his fast and hard thrust up and then slowly withdraws every inch of his thick cock from my sensitive flesh. “Mmm, yes, Ever.”

  “Harder, Dare, harder.” I jerk my hips to meet his, the shock of pleasure ripping a scream from my throat.

  Grunting, he increases his tempo. “Play with those pretty nipples for me.”

  I slide my hands up my sides and cup my breasts. I brush my fingers over the diamond hard tips, the added sensation sending a fresh wave of sensations to my cleft. I pinch my nipples between my fingers firmly, the pleasure-pain making my walls clench around him.

  “Again,” he demands.

  I lick my lips and do as he says. As I watch, markings slowly appear at his shoulders, trailing up his neck and down his arms—the same markings that appeared when we did our blood oath. I glance down and see markings appear over my forearms again. I stop moving for a moment and watch as the markings darken on my flesh. Dare tilts my chin up with a finger and I stare into his autumn colored eyes.

  “Hey,” he whispers, the concern coloring his tone surprising me. “You okay?”

  “I’ve never seen these appear during sex before.” I hold my arms between us, my hands both resting at the center of his chest.

  He rocks beneath me, still hard inside me. “It’s normal, little álainn.” He takes my hand in his and kisses my palm. “I’ll help you figure it all out. After I make you scream my name a few more times.”

  He pumps up into me, distracting me and bringing my focus back to our mutual pleasure. He notches his thumb at my clit and he keeps it there. He rubs his thumb against me and every time I sink back down on his thick shaft, sharp jolts of euphoria blast through me.

  Faster and faster I move up and down on his cock. Each downward thrust sends mind-numbing tingles through my body as he hits a spot inside of me that sends me closer and closer ot the edge. “Mmm, right there, Dare. Right there.”

  His removes his hand from my ass only to return with a smack. The sting of his slap pushes me closer to the brink. He starts nipping at my neck again, his teeth sharp as he leaves marks.

  “Oh, I like that. Don’t stop.”

  The walls of my pussy ripple around him, and he lifts his hand once more, slapping my ass hard enough to smart.

  The sting turns to pleasure, and dig my nails into his shoulders. “Dare!”

  He pumps roughly into me while I clench around him and his moans grow louder. “Yes, Ever!”

  “Again, yes.” He moans and slips in and out of the language of the goblins. “Keep gripping my cock with that tight little cunt.”

  Breathing hard, he pumps into me once more. His movement sends shockwaves of pleasure rippling through me.

  “Holy fuck. Yes. Dare. Goddess, yes.”

  He slides his hand across my ass, my flesh tender from where he’d spanked me. He smoothes his hand over it, soothing the ache as he trails kisses down my neck.

  “Mmm, I told you we’d be good together, little álainn.”

  “I can literally pass out. Right here, right now.” Thoughts of what I just did fill my head and tension tightens my body. I take a deep breath and decide to push it all out of my mind for tonight. I let my hands drift over his strong shoulders, and soothe the marks I’d left in his skin from my nails. I lean in and see a few of the marks have filled with blood. “Shit, I really got you.” I look around for a scrap of clothing I can clean him up with. “I’d clean up the little spots of blood, but I don’t think I can stand quite yet.”

  Dare grumbles and pulls my face back down to his chest. He sweeps his large hand up and down my back in calming circles.

  “Mmm, yeah, okay, this is so much better.”

  “Ever, if you don’t stop talking, I will make good on my promise from earlier.”

  “What promise was that?” I ask with a frown. I don’t even bother to move my head to look up at him. He makes a lot of commands all the time.

  “If you don’t shut up, I will find better uses for that mouth of yours.”

  I shrug and stay quiet. I let him continue to rub my back until his hand goes up higher past my shoulders.

  I straighten up so fast I almost fall off his lap. “Ow, fuck! What the hell?” The shot of pain gives me the strength to sit up and finally untangle my limbs from his. I stand up and back away.

  He holds his hands in front of him defensively and a frown tilts his lips downwards.

  “What did you just do to me?”

  “I didn’t do anything. I was just moving my hands up higher than I had them previously. I was going to rub your shoulders. Females like that.” His hands are still held wide in surrender, but he’s no longer frowning. His eyes are narrowed intently.

  I turn my head and twist my upper body so I can see behind my back. I’m unsuccessful and I give up. I spin back around to him and frown.

  He stands and rezips his pants, tucking himself back in, and runs his hands through his hair. “Turn around, Ever. Let me see your back.” He twirls a finger in the air.

  Frown firmly in place, I do what he says. As soon as my back is to him, I pull my hair forward. A harsh growl sounds behind me.

  “What? What is it? Is something attached to me? Get it off me!” I shout, flicking my hands while trying to see what’s causing me pain.

  I watch over my shoulder as he approaches me, reaching a hand out. Before he reaches me he stops, his arm extended, his head tilted. “May I?”

  “Go ahead.”

  “Mo Dhia.” He clenches his jaw and softly traces over more of my upper back. His fingers lightly graze my shoulders.

  Even the slightest touch feels like he’s digging into my flesh. I grit my teeth against the pain and keep watching him over my shoulder. “What is it?”

  “You are completely black and blue.” His gaze is still glued to my back as he traces across my skin. “Every mark he gave to you, I will give to him.” He places his hands on my arms and bends his head to kiss the back of my own.

  “He didn’t lay a hand on me, Dare. Arradel was the one who kidnapped me. She’s the one who dragged me on the ground and wrenched my arm.” I place my hand over his on my arm. “Cashel will get his. Let’s not talk about it right now.”

  He takes my hand and leads me to the bed before throwing back the covers. He helps me into it, and my jaw hits my chest when he walks over to the other side and draws back the blanket to get in with me.

  “Planning on staying a while?” My lips twitch as he makes himself comfortable.

  “Are you kicking me out?” He stills, one eyebrow arched, holding up the blanket. He doesn’t wait for my answer before he drapes the blanket over his lap.

  “I didn’t think you’d want to stay.” I shrug. “I figured we’d get it out of our systems and you’d be like, ‘see ya,’ or something.” I turn my head and meet his gaze, non-apologetic for my assumptions.

  “Your ideas of what goblins do and don’t do are fascinating.” He mock-grow
ls at me and bares his teeth. He still has his leather pants on, but he seems content to just sit there with me. In bed. After we had sex.

  “I make up my own mind.” I smirk.

  I launch into a flurry of questions about goblins and what we’ve been told in MECA. Hours pass as we play fact or fake. We laugh at the silly things MECA told us and sometimes we’re serious about certain topics.

  “Goblins eat the flesh of their enemies?” I ask.

  Dare laughs. “No.”

  I sigh in relief.

  “Well, most of us don’t. Redcaps might if it’s a big occasion.”

  “You’re joking, right? Do you eat flesh?”

  “No, I don’t. There are different species of goblins that have different traditions and feeding needs though. Does that repulse you?”

  I tilt my head. “I don’t think it repulses me per se. It’s more that it isn’t for me. If it’s for someone else, to each his own. Who am I to judge?”

  After a while, my eyelids get heavy, and our talking slows.

  As I drift off to sleep, he mutters something to me in the goblin language, but I can’t quite make it out before I’m drawn into the world of dreams.

  CHAPTER

  SIXTEEN

  I wake up in a sweat, feeling like I’m sleeping against a hot brick. I open my eyes and am met with the deep golden skin covering Dare’s chest. I breathe him in—crisp fall air and sinful nights. His scent tantalizes my senses, sending currents of need to my center.

  We’re tangled up together. I’m lying half on top of him, his thigh firmly between my legs. The thought of him between my thighs only ramps up my desire for him. He has one arm around my waist keeping me in place, the other across his chest, his hand covering mine where it rests on his chest. I sigh in contentment. I try to think how I can untangle us when his thigh moves slightly, and I shudder at the memory of his cock inside me last night and how much I want a repeat performance.

  My walls clench and moisture pools at my center. I trail a hand down his chest and relive last night. I’m so focused on my fantasies that I moan out loud.

  “I wasn’t sure I would see a look of desire gracing your face so soon after last night, little álainn.” His voice is rough from sleep. My gods, that voice could be bottled and sold as a drug. Deep, growly, and a bit of an accent. Irish? No. Scottish? A mix of both maybe.

  I tilt my head back and watch as Dare licks his lips before running his gaze down my body. I bite my lip.

  “What?” He shifts a bit and lays me on my side to face him. My leg is thrown over his hip, leaving me feeling exposed and vulnerable to him.

  “Nothing, just looking.” I run my hand over his ripped chest.

  He drifts a hand down my side, following every contour of my body. His eyes are bright in the morning light. He rests his hand on my hip and he mutters one word.

  “Iontach.”

  Magnificent. I suck in a breath and pull his mouth down to mine. His slow tantalizing kisses make me sink farther into his embrace, content to let him explore every inch of my mouth. He darts his tongue into my mouth and teases my own before retreating back into his, daring me to follow.

  I moan, and he grips my ass firmly before he deepens our kiss. He brings my thigh up higher on his hip, opening me farther to him.

  Dare pulls back and his nostrils flare. “I can smell your desire for me, little tine. It is like a drug to my senses.”

  I tear my mouth from his and gasp. At my reaction he smoothes his hand over my thigh, gripping it and inching it up his hip.

  “You will drive me mad,” he whispers against my mouth before slowly seducing me with his tongue.

  He pushes me to my back and continues kissing me. He brushes his hands down my chest and they come to rest underneath my large breasts. I hold my breath as I wait for his reaction.

  “I love how your breasts overfill my hands, little tine.” He kisses each peak. “Each time I touch them I find a new spot that drives you mad.”

  I’m nervous for close inspection in the day light. I want him to desire me as much as I desire him. I’ve got scars that I forgot to glamour and not all of them are small. My pulse flickers like a trapped firefly in my chest and I try to form a sentence.

  “Glad you enjoy them.” I smile coyly and let out a breath.

  He licks his lips before circling my areola slowly with kisses. He flicks his tongue out, leaving my nipple wet. I wiggle in frustration as he repeats the same process with my other breast. I want more.

  “Need more.” I clutch at the back of his head and try to keep him where I want him.

  He obliges me and slowly closes his lips around my aching peak, nibbling at the tip. The wet slide of his tongue around the swollen nub sends tendrils of fire through my body.

  “I need more of your taste,” he demands in a gravely tone.

  “Then take it.”

  He kisses a path across my chest and traces a fingertip over my hip. I arch my hips toward him. I want him inside me so badly, I’m ready to beg for it. I need him to fill me up until all I can feel is him. He kisses his way down my stomach and swirls his tongue in the sensitive dips of my hipbones.

  He looks up at me from between my legs and my breath hitches as I stare into his eyes.

  “I want to feast on you, little álainn. Only your taste can sate this hunger.” He breathes me in, traces a path to my cleft, and spreads me open with two fingers.

  I moan. “Gods, when you say things like that…”

  He grins devilishly and lowers his mouth to my clit, and he slowly licks my wet slit. At the second swipe of his tongue, he stops at the top of me to pay special attention to my swollen nub. He draws circles around my clit, and glimmers of pixie dust flit through my vision. The pleasure shocks me, and my upper body comes up off the bed. He continues to tease me and my pleasure climbs.

  He spreads his fingers and opens me wider to his ministrations. With one hand he keeps my hips on the bed, the restriction driving me mad with the need to move.

  “Oh. My. Gods.” I moan loudly as his fingers suddenly enter me. I fist one hand in his hair, the other on my pillow. “Dare, please. I’m so close.”

  “Not yet, little tine,” he growls. “Only when I say so.”

  He rubs his fingers against one spot inside me, and my moans turn to screams of pleasure.

  He thrusts his fingers in and out of me, hitting that same spot on my upper wall each time.

  “Right there, Dare! Gods, yes. More.”

  I twist my hips in an effort to get more from his mouth, and he stills his fingers before he sucks hard on my tiny bundle of nerves.

  He nips at my swollen bundle of nerves before barking out a command. “Now.”

  I flow apart. I throw my head back as waves of pleasure crash over me and pull me under. I ride out my pleasure on his fingers. Still gripping my hips, he slides up my body.

  I bring his mouth roughly to mine and nip at his lips, tasting myself on them. I moan in my throat.

  “Do you like the taste of yourself on my lips?” He tongues my bottom lip as he waits for my response.

  “Mmm, yes.”

  He moves between my shaking thighs.

  “Inside me. Now.” I lift my hips and guide his length to my entrance. “I want to feel your thick cock inside me. I need to feel you pounding into me.”

  I clench around him as he parts my folds in one thrust and then another. His actions rip a moan from me, and I wrap my legs around his hips. He sets a punishing tempo, and his pubic bone presses against my sensitive nub with every thrust. The movements send shock waves of pleasure through my entire body.

  “Yes, yes, yes, Dare. More. Please more.” I’m climbing the peak again, and my body feels like it’s about to explode. All I need from him is to throw the match and light me up in flames.

  “Come”—thrust—“with”—thrust—“me.”

  His arms are bands of steel locked on either side of me as he continues to pin me to the bed.

  I
nod, and he pounds into me aggressively, fierce growls tearing out of his chest.

  “So close,” I pant as I jerk my hips up to meet his strokes.

  He circles his hips, and I shudder with the sparks of heat each added movement gives me.

  I circle my arms around his shoulders and bringing his mouth down to mine in a kiss full of passion and need. He rips his mouth away and nips at my neck.

  “Do you like how wet you have me?” I nip at his ear. “I can feel every ridge of your cock inside me. It’s driving me insane.” I moan.

  His thrusts falter, and he locks his gaze with mine. His pulse hammers at his neck, and it thrills me.

  “Come with me.” I grip his shoulder with my teeth and bite down hard as I climax with another fiery burst of pleasure.

  “Yes!” His roar echoes through the room as he hammers fast inside me. He latches onto my shoulder with his teeth and stills. His cock pulses deep within me, marking me as his once again.

  “Fuck.” I wince at the sound of my hoarse voice.

  “We just did.” He cocks his head.

  “Yeah. I know.” My chest heaves as I try to catch my breath. I push at his shoulders and he rolls off of me as I explain. “It’s an expression. Like wow, holy shit, that was amazing.”

  He chuckles, shaking his head, and leans over me. “You’re odd.” He kisses the tip of my nose before he springs out of the bed with more energy than I can muster at the moment. He starts towards the bathroom with an extra pep in his step before stopping to look back at me with a devastating grin. “Care to join me in the shower?”

  I shake my head and wince, saying the first thing that pops into my head. “I’m pretty sure you broke my vagina.”

  The wide smile on his face vanishes, and he clenches his fists at his sides. He takes a step toward me but stops dead when the door suddenly swings open.

  Dax steps through the door and halts in his tracks at the sight of me sprawled naked in the middle of the bed. I screech like a banshee and frantically try to pull the covers over my body. Dax turns slowly to the side to find Dare looking at him with murder written on his face.