“That’s right,” Kendra whoops as she pushes me around until I’m facing Toron. “Now go say it to him.”
I put one foot in front of the other, forcing myself not to back down. I’m only a few steps toward him when I realize I’m staring down at my feet like I’m terrified of what I’m about to do. I mean, I am, but I need to look confident. That means I need to lift my eyes. I continue staring at my feet.
Lift your eyes! My head jolts upright, my eyes finding Toron’s almost instantly as I force myself to keep moving forward even after I startle and want to stop.
I can do this.
I can do this.
Just a few more steps.
Three. Two. One.
I stand right in front of Toron, staring into his eyes as he breathes heavily. My heart races a mile a minute in my chest, but I don’t feel alone in my reaction when I see his chest moving up and down in rapid succession. His fingers press hard into his thighs, his claws ripping into the pants he’s wearing and leaving small holes. His forked tongue licks at his lips softly. I can’t stop myself from watching it flick out and then disappear back into his mouth.
I stare back into his blood-red eyes, and then, instead of saying anything cute or clever and throwing his name in there with it. I manage to get a single squeak of a word out. “Toron.”
A hiss escapes his lips, his fingers reaching out to grab me and gripping me tight around my waist as he pulls me closer to him. His claws have retracted back into his hands, so it’s just the bite of his fingers pressing into my skin, but it’s enough to have me burning up and needing to feel him in other places, too.
His breathing is still labored as he holds me, his face contorting in what I can’t decipher as pain or pleasure. I don’t realize what’s happening until Olivia and Deja’s words from earlier come back to me about him coming just from me saying his name. My eyes dip down to his crotch, where there is a wet spot in his pants now. He hisses, getting my attention back on his face.
“You are not yourself right now,” he says through gritted teeth. “It is okay if you do not mean—“
“Toron,” I say his name again, my fingers wrapping around the horns that spiral out atop his head. I don’t know why, but they feel perfect to grab onto. Right now, I want to grab them and never let go. Toron’s resolve seems to falter for a moment, his face softening and a small whimper escaping his throat. I like the sound so much that I say his name again just to make sure he’s really getting the picture.
“You know what it means?” He cups my face between his palms, his eyes searching me for an answer to his question like I might not answer him. When I nod, he lets out a long breath that rustles my hair. “Just to sleep tonight. We can speak again in the morning about all this saying my name, yes?”
“Yes,” I say before I lose all of my nerve. He spins me around as he stands. With his hand on my shoulder, I start walking back to my room. I ignore all the stares from the other demons. I especially ignore the smiles they give Toron and me like they all know I am trying to seduce him and succeeding. I mean, I only succeed in getting some cuddles, but that’s a pretty big success in my book, considering Toron and I both suck at this whole getting in each other’s pants thing.
Toron mumbles something under his breath as we near my room, and my heart swells when I catch the last little bit of it. “safe and cared for, always. My mate, my beautiful, brave little mate. All mine now. Never letting you go.”
8
Toron
Two Days Before Kidnapping
“Did she accept you as her mate?” Lyath wakes me from my sleep with his interrogation.
I groan in response. My body is stiff from sleeping in the chair so often, but it’s slowly becoming more and more comfortable. Not that I want to be here for much longer. In fact, after last night, I would like to think that I am very close to getting to sleep in a bed with my mate for the rest of my life. My eyes are still closed, but my lips twitch into a smile that causes Lyath to shake my shoulders even more.
“Well, are you mated?”
“No,” I huff out. It would have been dishonorable if I had mated my sweet female last night since we haven’t discussed how I am to handle her when she drinks the nasty cleaner that makes the humans act unlike themselves. “I held her until she fell asleep, whispered sweet things to her, and then snuck away so I could stroke my cock over and over until it finally went back into my pocket.”
Lyath frowns at me, obviously more unhappy with how the night unfolded than I am. I thought the night went wonderfully. My mate has never once wanted to touch me before, and last night, she let me take her to bed and hold her. She even relaxed in my hold, the feeling of her deep breathing eased some of the worry in my mind that she still thinks of me as a monster.
I’ve tried to make myself less threatening, but it is difficult because I never asked her what I could do to seem less scary. Maybe I no longer need to ask her since she is now willing to say my name and invite me into her bed.
“Did you speak with her about mating?” Lyath asks, his spirits lifting for a moment until I shake my head. He scowls again, his arms crossing in front of his chest. “So the first time you both speak with one another in the way that lovers might, you let her fall asleep and then leave her?”
“I did not just leave.” I frown at the accusation but then think about how delicately I removed Alice’s arm from my torso and rolled her over so I could leave her bed without waking her. I returned to my old room for only a short time as I pleasured myself to the thoughts of my mate’s small body on mine as she found her peace and sleep. Then, I returned to my chair and fell right back to sleep.
So, maybe I did leave, but I only did so as not to continue to poke my mate with my length and so I could find some sleep instead of worrying about if I was going to try to slip inside her in my sleep even though I’m pretty sure that’s not possible.
“Maybe I left, but it was what needed to be done.”
“And you think she will be excited to have woken with her mate no longer in her bed after she invited him there last night?”