Page 17 of The Devil and His Sparrow

Chapter 6

Zagan

THE TASTE OF HER SWEET release was still on my tongue, making my insides warm and my appetite peak. Pleasure from oral was always like the basket of bread you get at a restaurant—appeases your hunger but doesn’t nearly come close to filling you up. I needed more from this quivering, breathless human.

Much more.

I grabbed the underside of her thighs and hoisted her into my arms. She wrapped her legs around my waist and held onto me as I gripped her ass cheeks tightly and pressed my mouth into the hollow of her throat. I scraped my teeth over her skin, wishing it could be my fangs dragging across her flesh. But I knew better than to bring those out. She shivered against me and made a soft sound in the back of her throat as I kissed and nipped at her neck.

We finally reached the bed, and I quickly tossed her back onto it. A grin pulled my lips up as her eyes widened in surprise. Her breasts bounced as she landed, and she squeezed her pretty thighs together while staring up at me with those innocent brown eyes.

I bit my lip and sucked one of my piercings into my mouth as I unbuttoned my pants. My eyes trailed over her exposed body, and my cock ached to sink into her.

Releasing my lip, I ordered, “Open up. Let me see that pretty pussy.”

She sucked in a sharp breath, and her face and chest flushed a nice pink color. Slowly, she spread her legs so that she rested on her elbows and stared at me from between her parted knees. Moisture dripped in the folds of her center, and it had me famished.

I shoved my pants and boxers down, letting my dick bounce free. Her attention zeroed in on it, and if I thought they were large before, they were fucking saucers now.

“Oh my God,” she gasped on a breathy exhale.

I chuckled and grabbed her ankles, yanking her to the edge of the bed. “Not quite, baby. He doesn’t come into my room.”

I gripped my cock and pumped it once as I lined up at her entrance. My entire body thrummed with heat as my head brushed against her opening. Her eyes rounded, and her hands latched onto my biceps.

“W-Wait—”

It was too late. The sound of her voice came right as I thrust, shoving in hard and fast.

It was that exact moment that everything went to shit, and even though it happened in a matter of seconds, it seemed to play out in slow motion.

I was met with brief resistance that suddenly eased—a sensation I hadn’t felt in a long ass time—just as she threw her head back on a scream. And it wasn’t a scream I usually got, one full of blissful rapture. No, this was the sound people made when they hurt. In the same moment, a black mark that was only two fingers thick appeared and wrapped around her slender throat like a collar stitching itself together.

I gasped and leapt back. My dick left her body with a wet pop, and I couldn’t even be bothered with the blood now mixing with her damp arousal. I clawed at my neck as I felt the familiar burn of a new bond, and if Iyla looked at me instead of rolling onto her side with tear-filled eyes, she’d see the same black band forming around my throat that now wrapped hers.

The physical manifestation that happened when a new bond formed.

An Incubus demonic bond.

One with a clear master and an obvious subordinate.

She finally looked at me, and betrayal burned through my insides like a wildfire eating through a field of flowers. Tricked yet again by another human seeking a demon to control.

Hatred flooded my veins, and suddenly, I was seeing red. My human guise dropped. My horns appeared between the waves of my hair, my black-and-red eyes ate away the blue, my fingernails turned black and sharpened, and my canines lengthened into fangs.

Her face paled as she watched me transform, and she quickly crawled away, falling off the other side of the bed, taking the blanket with her.

“W-What are you?” she cried.

Ignoring her question, I roared, “You were a virgin?”

Her head appeared over the edge of the bed, and even without seeing her body, I could tell she was trembling.

Good, I thought with a bitter snarl. I’m going to make you regret lying to me.

“Fucking virgin,” I hissed and shoved the lamp off the nightstand. The loud crash of the glass vase exploding against the floor made Iyla jump, but not even that appeased the outrage coursing inside me.

“I never said I wasn’t a virgin,” she whimpered. She scooted back away from me, holding the gray comforter to her chest. “What’s going on? What are you?”

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