Page 11 of The Devil Takes

My hole, slick and wet and aching.

“These…suppressants,” Haden began again, and I rolled my eyes heavenward in exasperation. I could feel his presence behind me, so I clenched my jaw tight to keep from outwardly groaning. Weirdly enough, even though I didn’t know who he was, or what he was, his figure looming at my back soothed me. My mating gland throbbed again. My dick leapt as his pants brushed against the back of my thighs. “Do they prevent pregnancy?”

“Can’t get pregnant,” I said, even though the words felt like ash in my mouth. There was a long, painful silence before Haden spoke again.

“Do you want this?” he confirmed, waiting for my answer.

Did I?

It seemed like a stupid question. Of course I did. I was the one that had asked for it in the first place. But then again…I arched my back, hoping that would be answer enough, but it wasn’t. Because Haden didn’t move.

“Fuck me.” I’d never thought I’d say those words, but here I was. Here we were.

Me and…whatever the hell he was. Devil, demon, purple-fuckboy? Polite and shady—because shadows? (Ha!)

He slapped his cock gently against one of my ass cheeks and I groaned as a hot stripe of cum marked my flesh. Haden didn’t ask for permission again. The same fingers that had been inside my mouth slipped leisurely down my crack, tracing around the twitching of my entrance till he gave it an almost perfunctory tap. My hole sucked needily at his fingers, but he didn’t give in.

“You are just as greedy here as your mouth is.”

I could hear his smile. Almost mean again. Sexy as all hell. His fingers gave another loose rub, and I clenched hard around nothing, the heat in my body making my tongue dry and my head thrum.

“Fuck me,” I demanded again, more impatient.

“No.” Haden murmured before one thick finger dipped barely a centimeter inside me. “Not until you beg.”

Beg?

Fuck that. I’d already begged once today, I wasn’t going to do it again.

Demanding was more my style, apparently.

Except…as he slid deeper inside the hot clutch of my hole, everything I had ever known about myself slipped entirely from my head. His finger was almost cold because of the leather, slick and unyielding. A totally different sensation than a cock would be. Felt different than my own fingers, too. Better, honestly. They were longer and moved with single-minded purpose, reaching places I’d never been able to reach on my own. When he was all the way inside, I squeezed around him, letting him fuck me in that same detached way he’d fucked my mouth till my hole was sloppy and wet and he finally took pity on me, shoving a second finger inside.

I wasn’t proud of the noise that escaped in response. Nor was I proud of the way I shoved back, eager to be fucked, genuinely grateful he hadn’t played with my prostate yet because I knew the second he did, I was going to come all over my own sweaty chest.

Haden fucked like he spoke. Cultured. Confident. Playful.

Sometimes he slipped in quick and mean, sometimes he dragged out slow and sweet. The way he spread his fingers wide and watched my rim shudder, made me howl into the crumpled leaves beneath me. By the time he’d deemed me ready, my head was about to explode.

“Please,” I begged, unable to recognize my own voice. Apparently, I’d forgotten my decision not to beg.

And then—fucking, finally—the thick head of his cock brushed my rim.

It was hot, as hot as it had been inside my mouth.

For a moment, I desperately wished I could see it. See the tinged purple crown pop inside my body. Watch the way I swallowed him up, owning him the same way he owned me. I wished I could see him bite his lip, see the way his inverted eyes shuttered tight with pleasure.

“Perfect,” Haden growled, kissing over my shoulder, his teeth and his mask catching on my sensitive skin as his cock slipped deeper inside me. It was thicker than his fingers. By a lot. And it kinda hurt at first—but in a way that was easy enough to ignore.

I knew what real pain felt like and this was…fuck. This wasn’t that.

This was something else entirely.

Something new.

By the time his pelvis met my ass I was drooling all over myself again. He was big, bigger than me, that was for sure. I could feel his knot where it slapped against my rim as his hips gave short little thrusts to get me ready.

Perfect.

---