Luxuria (Shades of Sin, #1)

by Colette Rhodes

“How long will we stay like this?” I rasped, shifting my hips slightly. Just that slight movement stimulated everything, and my mouth fell open on a silent scream as a faint orgasm caught me off guard, slowly unfurling through me. “Hopefully, a good long while,” Allerick replied,

My husband groaned as I clenched around him, claws digging into my hips as his cock flexed as it swelled inside me, flooding my pussy all over again.

“Hopefully your belly will still be nice and round by dinner, so everyone can see as well as smell how well you take your husband’s knot.” And then he was rocking into me all over again, making my pussy convulse and my brain go blank, and my only coherent thought was that I hoped he was right.

Home . I’d found home, and it was with my knot buried so deeply in my wife that I didn’t know where she ended and I began.

She shifted oh so slightly in response to that gentle hurt, and that was enough to set off another chain of rolling orgasms that had her pussy clenching my knot almost to the point of pain.

The more she orgasmed, the more she fed my power reserves. That had been an unexpected perk I hadn’t seen coming.

Ophelia’s breathing evened out, either asleep or unconscious from the number of orgasms I’d wrung out of her, and I felt my knot deflate without stimulation, slipping free of my wife’s heavenly pussy while our combined fluids leaked out of her over my thighs.

I could show her that I could be a good husband to her, I would protect her, fuck her senseless, resist the somewhat unsettling urge to sink my teeth into her, and perhaps one day she’d trust me with her heart as well as her body. Yes. That was a good plan, I thought decisively. I’ll show her there’s more to a marriage with me than just my excellent dick.

She was right. It was her lust that had called to me, that had made me want to taste her.

Next time, I’m going to rub my cum into your skin and walk you through the entire palace.” Ophelia gulped, her scent sweetening into that delicious melted sugar I couldn’t get enough of. “Okay.”

I wanted my wife to sleep in sheets that were soaked in the scent of us.

Ophelia smelled a little like me, but nowhere near enough to appease the hungry beast inside me, and it only got worse when she tied her hair back. That neck. The urge to sink my teeth into it while I’d been buried in her dripping cunt had been almost overwhelming, and I had no idea where it had come from. Perhaps it was some kind of Hunter mating ritual rubbing off on me because Shades did not bite their lovers.

It was a flower. But instead of being black or gray as it usually was, an iridescent gold tipped the edges of the petals, fading into black towards the center of the bloom. I carefully picked it out of Leonie’s hand by the short stem, holding it up to admire. Color. Something with color had grown in the shadow realm.

“Thanks to me?” Ophelia repeated hesitantly. “I didn’t do that.” “You brought color with you,” Damen explained softly, standing behind us. “Legend says that there was once color in this realm, but it disappeared over the centuries. You are bringing it back.”

I’d had the filthiest dreams I’d ever had now that my imagination had received the knotting expansion pack,

“You shouldn’t look at me like that, wife,” I growled, my dick throbbing painfully with need. “Like what?” she asked, the very picture of innocence. I leaned in close, licking the shell of her ear. “Like you’d rather be eating my cum than your dinner.”

I needed my tongue in her cunt. Now. Five minutes ago.

With a growl of frustration, I stood, scooping Ophelia off the ground bridal style for a moment before flipping her upside down, her upper thighs balanced on my shoulders and her face level with my cock while she let out a squeal of surprise.

she moaned, using her palms to press up on my thighs and sliding my dick easily into her throat. After a moment, she relaxed enough into my grip to let go of my thighs, wrapping both hands around my burgeoning knot and kneading it with just the right amount of pressure as her head bobbed eagerly on my dick.

The sounds we both made were wet and lewd, and I relished every second of it, twisting my head from side to side, licking every inch of her before sliding my tongue into her pussy, giving her a taste of the fucking I was going to give her with my cock.

I drank down as much of her slick as I could, needing the taste of her on my tongue every moment of the day. I could feel my energy stores refilling, the magic of her lust feeding me in a more satisfying way than a human’s fear ever could. “Your knot,” she whined. “I need your knot.”

“Oh, your majesty,” Ophelia sighed, the title coming out a little sarcastically even as my cock pushed forward until my knot was teasing her clit. “You feel so good.”

I came with a groan as we locked into place, the pressure exquisite. With just the most minute shift of my hips, Ophelia was coming again with a whining cry, nails scraping harmlessly at my shoulders and chest. I’d never been more thankful for my knot as I was with my wife wrapped around me, shuddering uncontrollably as one peak rolled into another, her slick dripping down my balls.

Ophelia began to laugh, but it quickly turned into a surprised moan as the movement made her shift on my knot. I gritted my teeth as her pussy clenched tightly around me, bathing my cock in her slick.

Ophelia hummed, squeezing around my knot until I grunted with pleasure, another rush of cum spilling inside her.

“I am an accomplished, professional queen lady and I can’t spend my days walking around with wet panties while I try to do important queen stuff.”

“Come on then, let’s go get this ‘important queen stuff’ over and done with so I can bury my tongue in your cunt where it belongs.”

There was definitely part of me that thought we should talk about this, but was I really going to argue with him when he was willing to tongue fuck me into a better mood? No. No, I was not. Let the tongue fucking commence.

“Do you think there’s a way to translate this?” I asked. “Like some kind of Rosetta Stone for Shades with all the symbols written on it?” “I’ll ask around. Maybe some of the elderly folks on the Council will know.” Damen shrugged.

Affra!!

There was always too much I wanted to do with my wife, I didn’t know where to start. I wanted to do everything. I wanted to fuck her tits, her mouth, basically everywhere. I wanted my cum on her face, her body, down her throat. I already knew I wouldn’t be able to resist burying my knot in her this time though.

My cock swelled so suddenly, it almost hurt. “Little huntress, are you suggesting I hunt you?” Ophelia’s pupils dilated, the pulse in her neck beating wildly. “Yes, please. That would be great if you could… do that.”

I palmed my cock impatiently, forcing myself to take an even breath and not rush as I hit ‘zero.’ It would be more fun to take my time, to toy with my prey a little before I pounced.

“Now,” I began, shifting my hand from her mouth down to cup her throat, “what shall I do with you now that I have you?” “Anything you want,” Ophelia replied breathily.

I dug my claws into Ophelia’s ass cheeks, separating her so I could bury my tongue in her pussy without warning. She let out a squeal of surprise that trailed off as a groan, scrambling for grip against the tree trunk while I pulsed my tongue in her cunt, letting the sweet taste of her dripping slick pool in my mouth.

I tightened my grip, enjoying the way her ass filled my hands so nicely, my claws pricking at her skin as I went to work, holding her in place while I devoured her. Ophelia’s legs wobbled, and I encouraged her to lean her weight against me, more than able to carry her.

I kept her in place, licking her from one release to the next, wanting her thoroughly dominated by the pleasure I’d given her. I’d caught her, and now she was mine to play with. The urge to mark and keep was riding me harder than ever,

My teeth pressed down, not quite breaking the skin. Ophelia’s scent sweetened. I reached between us, pressing my cock to her entrance and pushing forward with no resistance. Ophelia groaned, using her thighs to leverage herself and take me deeper.

I teased, my voice muffled as I extracted my teeth and lapped at the mark with my tongue. It was huge and distinctive—dominating the right side of her throat. An unmissable, unmistakable claiming. Mine.

Ophelia immediately complied, grabbing the back of her knees and hauling them up to her shoulders, opening herself up to me. One hand slid between her legs, roughly rubbing her clit as she chased her release, and it might have been the sexiest thing I’d ever seen.

I shifted my weight so I was up on my knees, using my now free hands to grab her hips and bouncing her on my cock like she was a vessel for my pleasure and nothing else. The beast in me enjoyed showing off my strength, but it was more that I knew she liked it.

Ophelia’s gasps and breathy moans grew louder, her movements almost frantic, and her sudden orgasm taking us both by surprise. Too tight. My knot swelled, locking us into place like my cock was worried of being pushed out if I didn’t come at that exact moment.

This felt right in a way that nothing ever had—there was a warm, pleasantly tight feeling in my chest that felt somehow permanent. Like I was attached to Ophelia in a way that I didn’t yet fully understand.

I ran my claws down her side, lingering at the soft dip at her waist and enjoying the light shudder that morphed into a gentle orgasm, her squeezing cunt draining my balls dry.

My chest swelled with pride at the way she admired the makeshift dress—it was a big moment, although Ophelia didn’t realize it. She was wearing my shadows in public, soaked in my scent, wearing my mark on her neck.

Allerick’s knot softened, and a flood of liquid threatened to rush out of my pussy that I wouldn’t be able to control no matter how tightly I clenched my legs together. I’d already tested the limits of my thigh muscles on the way back to the room, determined not to leave a trail of cum behind me wherever Allerick walked.

I exist in a constant state of leakage now.

“You belong here. This was once a world of light and color, but the Hunters—the Hunted—left and took it with them. You are one of them. You are claimed. You belong here with your mate.”

I slowly slid my hands up over Allerick’s neck, taking a moment to toy with his hair before doing something I’d always fantasized about doing. Grabbing him by the horns.

I was contemplating how best to steer his head down to my aching pussy when Allerick’s hands disappeared underneath my skirt, claws digging into the globes of my ass as he pulled back, panting heavily.

Astrid wasn’t afraid of anything. She regularly traveled back on supply runs with Soren glued to her side, watching her with an intensity that bordered on obsessive. He was so focused on Astrid, he’d nearly caught a silver dagger to the chest from her father the one time Astrid had tried to visit her parents,