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"Run."
Her voice was a whisper on the wind as Dorian turned, his head whipping toward the sound. His heart rate picked up as he saw there was nothing but the snow-covered trees to greet him.He knew she wouldn't be far, his eyes shifted to the wider trunks of the oak to the left of him.
Was she hiding behind it? Waiting, Watching.
Hunting.
Run, she had said.
With a smile on his lips, he ran.
***
Manon’s blood roared in her veins as she shot out from behind the gnarled bark of the tree, the scent of Dorian on the breeze like an aphrodisiac in her veins.
She saw him about 5 yards in front of her, her eyes narrowed on his onyx locks as he moved faster, dodging the trees swifter. She almost rolled her eyes at the use of magic, likely reining the winds to help him along.
No matter.
Her lips tipped into a grin, iron nails shooting out of either hand, the sound of them slicing through the bark of the trees rough in the quiet air. Manon inclined her head, hearing what sounded like… laughter?
Was he laughing?
Manon nearly snarled as she pushed herself faster, her feet moving inhumanly quick along the uneven terrain, the lack of sound highlighting his louder footfall.
At the next break in the trees, he made his mistake, going to the left instead of right, the same direction Manon had planned to go and she caught up swiftly. Her hand shot out to grip his shoulder, turning him to face her before her hand shifted to grip his throat, slamming him into the nearest tree.
He grunted, his head thudding back as he looked down at her. “You caught me.”
Manon barred her teeth, her iron set singing out as she tilted her head towards him. Most men would have started, would have run, but Dorian’s heart rate didn’t so much as change as he slowly tilted his head down, putting more pressure on her hand where she gripped his throat. Manon tightened her grip as he lowered his head, messy black locks falling over his forehead. His eyes never left hers as his lips tipped into a grin. “Beautiful.”
Her chest and neck heat at the declaration, at the truth in his eyes. She tightened her grip, cutting off his air supply and his lips parted, eyes rolling back as she stepped closer, grinding into him. “What filthy thoughts have you so hard, Princeling?” His eyes fluttered open, stubbled jaw clenching as he looked down at her. “How depraved for a king.”
Dorian smirked and in a flash, he was gone. Shifted small enough that she couldn’t see him anymore.
No more than a second later she felt that solid presence at her back, a phantom touch halted her before she could turn to face him and her head snapped to the side where she met sapphire eyes that haunted her dreams more than she’d ever admit.
“I don’t believe that I am alone in my depravities,” He turned the final word mocking, a shit-eating grin spreading across his face as her face heated, she felt him hard at her backside and knew that he would feel like sliding through her hands, what her tongue would feel like running along his tip.
Knew what he would taste like, the memory of it making her fists clench instead of reaching out for him.
Pathetic, she was pathetic. She’d have killed any other man for making her feel such things, just for the annoyance of it all.
“Are you wet, witchling?” His lips grazed her shoulder, teeth nipping at her heated flesh. “I bet hunting me down has you fucking soaked.”
He traced his tongue along her shoulder, making a path toward her ear where he whispered in a voice so rough she would have trouble understanding him had he not said it directly to her.
“I’m begging to find out, won’t you catch me?”
And then he was gone.
***
Dorian couldn’t help but laugh earlier. It was the insanity of the chase, of this game. Then he felt those slight but deadly hands grip his throat. He saw her looking up at him with dilated pupils, flushed cheeks, and wind-blown hair. She looked half wild and gods above, he wanted her left untamed.
He hadn’t realized how much he’d wanted to be caught until she’d looked up at him like she caught something worth keeping. He had shifted into a small serpent as he left her behind, phantom hands holding her long enough for him to get ten yards away before shifting back into a man. He focused his hearing behind him and had his magic to do the same.
She was quieter than the first time, the silence was eerie as his steps crunched through fallen leaves and broken twigs.
He had just vaulted over a fallen log when a streak of white blurred in his vision, strong arms banded around his side as he was tackled to the forest floor.
Manon’s was light but powerful, he rolled with her as they fell, grabbing her hair in a fist at her nails dug into him. His cock twitched in his pants as they came to a stop, facing one another on their sides, legs tangled together, his hard cock pressed against her.
“What will you do with me now that you have me?”
***
Dorian’s eyes glimmered with amusement, the flush in his cheeks making her body heat.
She narrowed her eyes and gripped his throat, spinning them so he was on his back and she straddled his hips, lips almost touching. His hands shot up to grip her waist, his long fingers snaking around her back, thumbs stroking under her ribs a sharp contrast to the sparks of ice in his eyes.
“I still think your plan is idiotic.” Was all she said.
Dorian’s laugh rumbled below her, she felt it in her fingers where she held him, and a tingling sensation spread from the contact of her skin, “Just say you’ll miss me, baby.”
Her grip tightened as she sat up, top lip curling back at the endearment. She knew he was trying to get under her skin, knew he was succeeding.
“Take off your pants.” She snarled, grinding her hips before lifting slightly, allowing him the chance to pull them down. His physical hands remained dormant, his chest rising and falling in an uneven rhythm as a phantom touched and grazed her covered center before pulling his pants down his body.
“You’re much too clothed for my tastes.” He purred up at her, goosebumps breaking out on his skin, likely from the cool air.
"And you’re much too talkative for someone who should be doing something about my state of dress.
His fingers dug in and a smile that had her usually empty chest beating in an uneven rhythm danced on his face. “I was hoping you’d say that.”
***
A whisper of heat kissed Dorian’s skin as he burned their clothes away. Manon let out a quiet gasp, her hand dropping from his throat to touch her bare chest.
She looked at him with her iron teeth glinting in the now setting sun, her chest heaved, full breasts peaked and waiting to be devoured. “I dropped my pack with more clothes a few yards back.”
He moved a hand up her torso, ghosting across her flesh as her skin pebbled beneath his touch.
She still seemed at a loss for words, a stunning cerulean color deepening across her chest and neck as her breathing quickened. Dorian sat up so she was resting in his lap, his fingers circled her throat and he tipped her head back to take her lips in a kiss that had his spine arching into her.
Her mouth opened with a soft sound and he swallowed it like a starved man, their sounds grew louder as he rocked up into her, the length of him tucked underneath her, curving below his belly button.
His hand tightened at her neck, not enough to cut off her air but enough to add the edge he knew she loved to ride.
“Put me inside you.” He pulled back, the loss of her kiss leaving him reeling like an addict without their next fix.
Manon narrowed her eyes but then he felt her slim fingers scratch through the coarse hair on his chest. Making their way down as she traced the line of hair to the tip leaking pre cum onto his chest.
Dorian groaned, head rolling as he released her throat and dropped his head. Looking between them to where the alabaster skin of her hand stood out against his tanned skin, her finger circling his sensitive tip.
“Fuuuuck.” The world felt ripped from him as he watched her shift her weight, rocking back to nudge his tip inside her, her fingers wrapped around the shaft hard, stroking him once before she moved.
“Manon-” He gasped as he slid the first inch into her. Dorian hadn’t realized different addictions existed until he went without the drug that was his witchling for so long.
Weeks. He’d only stayed away two weeks before he came back, needing to just be around her.
He gripped her face and pulled her to him as she looked up at him from under her lashes.
When she seated herself fully on him he could’ve sword sparks danced in his vision. His hand slid through her still-wild hair, curling around her head before he crushed her lips to his. She moaned and began to move her hips rocking against him with an urgency that left him panting as she nipped at his lips, her iron teeth were nowhere to be found but he could almost feel her need to use them.
He tugged her hair, a growl slipping from her lips as he pulled her back.
“Bite me.”
***
The words had hardly left his mouth before Manon was on him, fisting his thick ebony locks before unsheathing her iron teeth and sinking them into the meat of his shoulder.
“Fuck!” He roared, fist tightening in her hair as he thrust up into her, the stretch of him combined with his taste exploding on her tongue a euphoric feeling she’d chase for the rest of her immortal, wicked life.
Her other hand dug into his lower back, nails scraping up the previously marked skin. He snarled in her ear gripping her waist as he rolled them, slamming Manon into the forest floor as he snapped his hips against hers in a furious rhythm.
She moaned against his skin, her teeth digging in deeper, and his movements became erratic as he chanted what sounded like her name.
He hefted her legs higher, nearly folding her in half as he moved. The release hit her like a lightning strike. She screamed against his skin, sheathed her iron teeth and turned his head, toward her. He kissed her without hesitation, the taste of him combined with the copper hint of his blood had her release mounting once again.
“Dorian-”
“I know.” He groaned as he sat back, hair sticking to his brow as his eyes drifted to where he pounded into her.
The forest was quiet save for their sporadic moans and the slap of skin on skin and darkness save her, she was so wet, she could feel it dripping down her thighs, making a mess of them both. Dorian didn’t seem to mind as his fingers slid from her leg to where they met, a phantom grip remained, leaving her spread wide open for him.
His eyes were glazed as he traced her clit, Manon’s body arched off the ground like she was possessed, she was too godsdamned sensitive.
He slowed his pace, sliding almost all the way out before slamming back in with punishing strokes. Manon felt her eyes roll when she felt the pressure increase to a slight pain where they met when his next thrust came.
She lifted her head, fingers clawing at the dirt on either side of her as she stared down to where they were joined, she groaned at what she found, at the sight of his glistening fingers sliding in alongside his already thick length.
He chuckled at her response, fingers curling inside causing her body to spasm.
“Oh gods…”
Manon trashed on the ground as he kept his fingers in place, stretching her to the point of exquisite pleasure mixed with pain. Dorian picked up his pace as she writhed, his fingers curling on that spot inside her enough to send her reeling.
Soon she felt that familiar tingle in her spine, her eyes rolled in her head as liquid heat poured from her.
Manon kept coming as Dorian fucked her and she could've sworn she blacked out when a cool touch slapped against her swollen cunt as he moved.
When she was back on this plane of existence she noticed the evidence of her release sprayed up Dorian's stomach and his chest, the wild look in his eye saying he knew exactly what that meant and would do whatever it took for her to do it again.
He slowly removed his fingers and leaned down. Lips soft against hers.
The hands at her legs released her and she wrapped her legs back around him, spinning them to straddle him. She scraped her nails down his chest, thin lines of red marring his skin as she moved on him. His legs were shaking as much as hers as he rutted up into her, his veins prominent as he clenched his teeth from the impending release. Manon leaned down until her lips grazed her bite mark. Dorian’s dick pulsed inside of her and she moaned as her tongue traced the injured skin.
That was all it took for the king of Adarlan to fall apart below her as she felt him spill into her, painting her with his scent for what would no doubt be days.
She tilted her head to look at him and saw him already watching her, ice cracking through his lightly glowing irises as he watched her, as he traced her spine.
She wanted to snarl at the casual way he touched her until she found her fingers itching to brush his sweat-damp hair back from his forehead. Until she found herself arching into his touch like a godsdamned feline. Manon let herself enjoy it for a few more seconds before she stopped allowing herself such niceties.
One.
Two.
Three.
She leaned forward and brushed her lips against him.
“What is it like to love?” She had asked Asterin all those months ago and feared she may have figured it out.