Page 41 of The Witch Queen of Halloween (Immortals After Dark 20)

Witha proud grin, she squared her shoulders?—

“Fuckit, let’s deploy!”Hebounded to his feet and tore off his bloodstained shirt to reveal brawny muscles and healing knife wounds.

Woundsearned from defending her.Poppy’sheart wentpang, even as her body wentwant.

Hetoed off his boots, tripping before righting himself.

“Youhave done this before, right?”

“Onceor twice.”Heshoved down his pants, kicking them away.

Hiserection bobbed before her spellbound eyes.Itfigures he’d be magnificent there too.Andhe knew it, was sure to give her time to ogle him.

Onceshe could tear her gaze away, she raked it over the rest of his body from his horns down to his toes and back up.Thesight of his ripped physique primed her as never before.

Buther attention couldn’t stray for long from his cock.Eachinch of it invited adoration.Asshe licked her lips for that distended flesh, she imagined tasting the broad head . . . tonguing down the meaty shaft . . . to those weighty balls.

Herappetite for his dick turned carnal, her witchly greed finding a new target.Wantto nip, tease, and tug.Wrenchgroans from his lungs.MakehimwishI’dsummon him . . .

Thoughshe could have stared for hours, he half-tackled her atop the quilts.She’dexpected practiced smoothness from such a player, but this barely harnessed aggression wasdoing it for her.

Whenshe wriggled from her panties, he swallowed hard. “Imight have done this once or twice, butIcan’t quite remember a single time before you.”

Awww.Makingher voice a purr, she said, “Youheard something tasty was here tonight and you wanted to jump all over it?Thereis.Youmay.”

Amusementlit his sinful expression as he moved between her thighs. “Oh,mayI?Ifyou think that’s how the dynamic between us will play out . . .”Hetrailed off when she let her knees fall wide.Thedemon’s eyes grew glazed as he turned a one-syllable word into three:“Fuhhuh kuhk.”

THIRTEEN

Mindblank.

Mind.

Blank.

Toobeautiful.Rökfelt like he’d been awestruck at the sight of the divine.

Dampcurls framed glistening, pink flesh.Histongue flicked in his mouth for a taste.Herlittle clit was taut and plump, must ache.Heunderstood—his cock, horns, and fangs pained him as never before.

Takeit slowwarred withDEVOURHER.

Herintoxicating scent made him as high as opium.Whenshe undulated her hips, the entry to her sex beckoned, and demonic urges racked him.Heburned to mount her, mate her, thrusting his cock inside her sheath until they both reached oblivion.

Mine.Heran his swollen horns along one of her pale thighs.Theother.Herubbed across her belly and breasts.Allmine.

Shesat up on her elbows and gasped, “Demon!”

“Problemwith that?”IfWiccansdidn’t have mates, how to get her to sign on for more?Onlyone time frame would do:forever.

Inanswer, she parted her thighs even more, like an offering.Thealtar of everything.

Onhis knees before her, breaths ragged, he gripped her breasts with his claw-tipped fingers.

Shearched to his touch, pressing her flesh into his palms—yet more offering.

Fondlingher, he lowered his head.Hedragged his tongue over one nipple, then circled the damp tip.

Hergasp was a lash at his back.Howwould he last?Urgencygripped him, but he’d give her no hint of it.

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