A Queen of Ruin (Deliciously Dark Fairytales, #4)

by K.F. Breene

This was why strong wolf shifters and dragon shifters never really got along. Dragons liked to swing their dicks or tits around, and wolves linked arms and said, “Come at me, fucker!” Too much ego all around.

“Dragons and wolves don’t really get along,” Lucille said. “Well, if everyone stopped being such cunts, maybe they could.”

“There is no before you. There is no after. There is only you. Always.”

“No tower. And no separate rooms. Traditionally the king and queen sleep in separate chambers. Not us. I want to go to sleep with you in my arms, and wake you up with my cock deep in your pussy.”

“He wouldn’t have killed his heir.” “You are only his heir in name. You aren’t his heir by blood.” The air seemed to flash-freeze over the table. Nyfain’s lifted his gaze to hers slowly, his profound confusion evident. “I beg your pardon?” he finally said. She took a deep breath. “The king’s animosity toward you probably stemmed from many things, but one thing in particular. The king knew he was not your father.”

You refused to let the dark path you were forced to walk consume you, and you finally found the dawn. We’ve worked for this, you and me. We’ve fought for it. So let’s enjoy it to its fullest and not let a single day pass where we don’t love hard, laugh hard, play hard, and fuck hard.” “Fuck, I love you.” He swooped me up into his arms.