Page 79 of The Princess and the Demon

“Fuck.” I curse, closing the last few feet between us. Elora holds her hands out in front of her defensively, her eyes widening in fear.

I reach out, snagging her wrist in my hand, yanking her to me before I slam my mouth against hers.

She pushes against me, but I don’t relent, melding her body against mine. She bites my lower lip, and the metallic taste of blood blooms across my tongue.

I back up, glaring at her incredulously, a hand flying to my mouth. I turn to spit before reaching for her once more. She attempts to run from me as I advance on her, abandoning her bow.

She doesn’t get far.

I reach out, wrapping a hand around her upper arm. Spinning her around, I pull her back against me, backing her up against the stone wall of the castle. She swats at me, and I press my body against hers.

When she starts to pummel my chest, I snatch one wrist and then the other, holding them above her head.

She sobs, her body going lax in my grasp.

I look down at her, my heart hammering in my chest. Our ragged breaths mingle, and I lean down, crashing my lips against hers again. Elora moans against my mouth, and I release her wrists to wrap a hand around the nape of her neck.

She returns my kiss fervently, her arms flying around my neck.

I growl against her mouth, reaching down to grasp handfuls of her skirt, lifting it. In one fluid motion I grasp her thighs, lifting her to wrap her legs around my waist.

I angle my mouth over hers, spearing my tongue into her mouth to deepen the kiss. Threading my fingers into her hair, I pull, angling her head back, baring her neck.

Another growl escapes me as I run my lips along the sensitive flesh there, nipping gently with my fangs. Her body responds instantly, arching against my touch. When she gives out a breathy moan, it’s all I can do not to come.

I grind myself against the apex of her thighs. The sensation sends shockwaves of pleasure through my body, and I groan against her neck.

“Does this look like I can’t stand the sight of you?” I ask, scraping my fangs along her neck. She shudders against me.

“Does it feel like I can’t stand to be around you?”

Elora’s nails scrape down my biceps through my shirt, and I revel in the feel. Her body trembles against mine as I grind into her. I can feel her delicious heat through my pants, and I reach down to start undoing the ties.

If I can just move her undergarment to the side, if I can just let my cock spring free, she’ll be mine.

Right here.

Right now.

Someone clears their throat loudly, breaking the spell between us. Growling, I release Elora reluctantly.

Her cheeks are flushed, and her lips are swollen and red.

My cock throbs from the sight, and I let out another frustrated growl as I spin on the intruder.

“What is it!” I bellow.

Allocer stands just past the threshold of the courtyard, his hands in his pockets. He has the decency to look guilty.

“I apologize for interrupting,” He starts, “But this is incredibly important.

“There’s no way around it. I have to send her back.”

I sit, head in my hands, grief lancing through my heart. The pain from the arrow didn’t hold a candle to this, and I rub the spot subconsciously. It had already healed, and my body had pushed the arrowhead out.

Allocer’s research over the past week was concrete.

“That’s not the case, brother. If you mate her, it will start a series of events-.”

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