Page 158 of The Crown's Awakening
Teorin pushes back his hood just enough for the dim light to catch the hard lines of his face as he stood and crossed to her. He snatched the Kolveil pipe from her fingers, taking a long drag before blowing the smoke directly into her face.
“What have you been doing?” he asked. “Have you accomplished anything?”
Nox rises slowly, her movements predatory, and slapped him hard across the face, the sound cutting clean through the den’s noise.
“Fuck you, Teorin.”
His laughter was dark and unhinged as he seized her by the neck, dragging her up the narrow stairs and into a shadowed hallway. He unlocked a door in the corner with a rusted key, shoving it open before turning on her.
“When I ask you a question, I expect an answer. Not a slap.”
She spat at him.
His expression didn’t change.
With a flick of his wrist, he hurled her across the room. She hit hard but landed in a crouch, already braced, already watching him.
“Get on your knees,” she growled, her eyes flashing red. Her power pushed back immediately, forcing his legs to give just enough to feel it, to feel her.
He straightened anyway.
“I’m not one of your little fucking pets, Nox,” he growled.
His own power surged in response, slamming her back against the wall again as the air tightened around her. Fabric tore away from her body under the force of it, leaving her bare, unmoving, her eyes locked on his.
“Have you fucked my brother?” His voice is a low, dangerous rumble. “Or is he still waiting his turn?”
She smirked, her fangs glinting. “I hear his cock is bigger than yours.”
His eyes darkened, and with a violent push of his mind, he threw her onto the bed. She twisted mid-air, landing on top of him, her claws raking across his chest, drawing thin lines of blood. Straddling him, she pinned his wrists as he looked up at her, his hands breaking free to palm her breasts roughly. “I wish for rubies on my coronation day,” she murmured, moaning as his thumbs brush over her hardened nipples.
“I thought it was emeralds,” he hissed as she lowered herself onto him, rocking her hips against him.
“That’s for our wedding, you imbecile,” she spat, her claws digging into his shoulders.
“Fuck you, whore.” He flipped her over, pinning her beneath him with a snarl. “Do you know, before you came today, I let that little human straddle my face?” He flipped her onto her back, gripping her hips. “Just so I could do this.” With a surge of telekinesis, he forced her mouth open and spat inside, the act raw and possessive. Her moan came instantly, low and guttural.
"I fucking hate you,” she said, grabbing a handful of his hair roughly. They crashed into a brutal kiss, teeth clashing, tonguesbattling for dominance. “You were gone,” she whispered against his lips, her voice cracking with something softer, vulnerable. “I was worried.”
He lifted her, placing her on top of him as she began to ride him again, this time her movements hard and desperate. Biting her lip until it bled, he groaned, “We’ve had plans for years. Why would I leave you now, so close to the wedding? So close to getting what is ours?”
The words do something to her. “Besides,” he growled. “You disappeared for an entire year. Me being gone a few days is nothing.”
“That was years ago, Teorin.” She leans down and whispers in his ear. “But I don’t mind paying for it.”
He looks at her, then slaps her across the face. She throws her head back, moaning, her pace quickening.
“And Rathmor?” he says, breath uneven, as her nails dig into his chest.
“Fully infiltrated at this point.”
"Good girl.”
She slowed her hips for a moment. “And Alarna?”
“As I said, in hand.” He grabs her by the neck. "You don't stop fucking me unless I say so.”
She bends down, sinking her fangs into his neck, drinking deep as his blood filled her mouth. His moan shudders through him, his release hitting hard as he spills inside her. She pulled back, licking the wound clean, murmuring with a smirk, “Always adisappointment, dear Teorin, why is it that the moment I feed you develop the stamina of a kitten?—”
