Page 24 of His Human to Chase

“Swallow my seed, sweet Skylar,” Yril says as his cock pulses and releases into my mouth. His fingers flex in my hair, pulling softly at my scalp until I finally relent the suction on the tip of his cock and let it pop out of my mouth. “Keep doing that, and I’ll use your mouth again.”

“Maybe that’s what I want.” I flutter my lashes at him and try to move my head forward, but he keeps a firm grip on my hair.

“No.” Yril narrows his eyes at me. “I think I want to finish taking out my aggression on your cunt.”

A small gasp leaves my mouth as a flush gathers in my cheeks. I’ve never heard the demons use that word, and now I’m wondering where he would’ve heard it since I’ve never said it to him. He kneels on the ground in front of me. Another cruel smile on his lips like he’s barely holding on from letting lose the rage simmering underneath his scales.

“Dath’s little human told him she likes hearing that word from his lips when he wants to make love to her.”

“Oh,” My voice is small as he takes my face in his palms and pulls me to his neck.

“Bite me good and hard, floof.” He holds me against the side of his neck that hasn’t been pierced by me yet.

My lips are already suckling on his neck, my teeth grazing the soft scales. I bite down on him gently at first and then with more ferocity as he says more.

“Scar me, and I’ll lick your cunt until you’re screaming my name in pleasure.” My teeth press deep into his neck until blood pools in my mouth. I feel the growl in my chest as the hiss leaves Yril’s. “Good mate. Mark me as yours.”

I make a throaty moan of approval as I pull away from his neck. Blood spills down my chin, but my lips pull up in a smile. When my eyes meet Yril’s, I see the same lust and rage as before, but there’s a strong devotion and desire in his eyes that has me begging for him.

“Show me how vicious you can be, Yril,” I beg him as I press against his chest until he’s lying on the stone floor.

We’re still out in the hallway, but Yril was right about none of the others being foolish enough to come down the hallway. No, not even foolish, but preoccupied with other things, like figuring out how to find Alice. I might worry more if there wasn’t an entire tribe worth of males ready to upend the whole forest until they find her. They were waiting for Yril, Toron, and Dath to come back so they could get their help. They’ll probably be out looking for Alice before Yril finishes calming himself with me.

“Not vicious right now, floof.” Yril allows me to crawl over his body, but instead of letting me mount him, he pulls my body up his until I’m straddling his face. “I need to feast on you. Your sweet taste and warm slick make me forget how angry I am. Try to suffocate me with your cunt, little floof. I want to see how many times I can make you come on my tongue. Even when you’re too sensitive, I want to see if I can make you feel pleasure through it.”

A whimper leaves my chest as all the thoughts and worries about Alice leave my mind. I can worry about her when I calm my mate, and until then, she has a few dozen men looking for her. Yril flicks his tongue against my clit as I grind against his face and call out his name as he takes out his fury and rage by giving me more pleasure than I think I can handle.

A few orgasms are my punishment before he picks me up and carries me into our room. I’m acutely aware of his body crawling over mine as he pushes my legs far apart and sinks into me. I’m already sore from coming on his face, and his intrusion is anything but gentle as he slams into me. It’s clear he was eating me out to prepare me for his assault on my pussy, but I find I enjoy him when he’s angry and needs to be rough with me.

Yril’s claws sink into the mattress and shred at the material as he picks up the pace of his thrusts. I run my nails along the scales of his abdomen, my face turning to latch onto his forearm. He moves it closer to me, imploring me to wrap my mouth around it.

“As soon as you pierce me, I will coat your womb in my seed,” He growls from above me. His movements are more erratic as he tries to find release inside of me. I smile up at him, causing him to hiss loudly and glare at me, since I’m not doing what he’s asked. I chuckle to myself, which is turned into a deep moan when he pushes into me harder. I relent, my teeth finding purchase on his arm and biting down hard enough to break the scales.

“I am yours.” Yril’s cock twitches inside of me as he finds his second release of the night.

“More,” I growl as soon as I pull my teeth from his forearm. “You’re still angry, and I can still walk.”

“My floof doesn’t want to be able to use her body by the time I finish with her?” Yril laughs as he pulls out of me to watch his come spill from inside of me. His eyes glance up at me momentarily to make sure I don’t mind him spreading me and watching as my pussy pulses around the emptiness.

“We should both be too exhausted to move, Yril.” I wiggle my hips at him, and it’s enough for him to snap his teeth at me. “You have more rage to work through. Work it out on me.”

Yril hisses long and hard as he grabs my ankles in one hand and pulls them into the air. He wraps an arm around my thighs and pulls me until I’m about to fall off the bed. His cock enters me, and he uses his grip on me to force me all the way down his length before he even starts thrusting. He’s big, and the way he keeps my legs pressed together is making me even tighter.

“Fuck yeah, Yril,” I arch my back and let the moan escape my lips, not caring who hears or that we’re finding any pleasure when his brother is probably heartbroken right now. “Just like that!”

“I’ll take this cunt many more times tonight.” Yril stares down at me. The fury in his eyes starting to fade slowly, the lines in his face softening, and his claws slowly starting to retract into his fingers. “I think next, you’ll be on your hands and knees so I can wrap my hand in your hair.” When I whimper and move my hands between my thighs so I can try to bring some friction to my clit, he smiles even bigger. “That’s right, floof, make yourself come on my cock. I want to feel you hungry for my seed, your womb begging to grow with my young.”

“Please,” The word is a soft whimper as my orgasm tears through me until Yril’s name is burning in my lungs. I haven’t fully stopped clamping around him before he’s pulling out of me, fresh come spilling from me, as he turns me on my stomach and pulls me up onto my hands and knees.

“Keep saying my name so pretty, and I’ll never finish with you,” Yril teases as he pushes inside of me again. It’s the sweetest torture to be used by my mate when he’s not fully himself. When he’s on the verge of bloodlust, and the only thing that can sate his appetite is me. It’s a torture I’ll always enjoy being subjected to because even when he’s not fully himself due to the anger, he still looks at me like I am his entire world. Almost like no matter what happens, I’ll always have him, and he’ll never let anything bad happen to me. The neverending sex is just a plus.

Skylar

Half the day is gone when Yril and I finally emerge from his bedroom and make our way back to the dining room. He has a few more bites he’ll need to take care of, and my hair is an absolute mess, but my demon is calm. Or as calm as he can be, considering he’s always on edge and always a bit angry. Not to mention his brother’s mate is missing and presumably kidnapped by other demons, I’m surprised I got him as calm as I did. I just need to remember not to remove my hands from him at all so he can continue to feed that energy to me.

Yril’s body tenses as soon as we round the corner to the dining hall. There’s only a handful of brothers, but the women have all come out of our hiding spot and sit at the table. Only one sits with her mate, and he looks agitated and ready to leave. In fact, all of the demons keep watching the double door of the great hall like they’re expecting someone to enter at any moment. That is, they’re watching it until Yril and I come in, and then they’re all shifting their eyes to us and watching Yril with worried expressions.

“I am calm, brothers,” Yril says as he rubs one of his horns roughly. His eyes dart to the various pieces of cloth that are wrapped around some of his brothers, wrapping their wounds and slightly stained red. His heartbreak is evident even as he tries to keep his face neutral. He sucks in a deep breath, his whole body trembling slightly before he seems to steady himself. “I have many apologies to make.”

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