Page 51 of My Demon Mate

Over the mantle, in a handsome frame, is the picture I drew of Raven. My heart skips a beat and swells at his display. I knew he sent it to his home, but I didn’t know he had it mounted in a frame.

It’s fucking perfect here.

“Raven, I love it,” I say as I continue to look around. “It’s great. How was it made?”

He steps up behind me, wrapping his arms around my middle. I hold on to his forearms, the strong muscles hard under my palms.

After planting a kiss on my cheek, he says, “Our architects ask for our vision and we tell them what we want. They have skills in magic that helps them shape our homes into what we picture. Since that isn’t the realm of magic I have learned, I cannot explain more than that. Do you want to change it? I can make an appointment so they can get your vision for adjustment.”

“No. It’s perfect how it is.”

He kisses the back of my neck, sending a shiver over my skin and a flutter in my belly. “Come,” he says, taking me by the hand and leading me upstairs. “Let’s shower and get ready for Phoenix.”

My hand in his, I climb the stairs and step into his bathroom. Raven turns the knobs and a literal waterfall shower greets me, the water flowing down into a deep basin. The bathtub of all bathtubs.

I’m going to love it here.

The next morning, I wake up feeling refreshed. Last night was such a good time with Raven’s brother and his mate.

Phoenix and his mate, Beatrice—I’m sure it’s something else in the language they speak but she said that’s what it is in English—are a blast. She’s not a greater demon like him, so she’s much smaller, but still bigger than me. She’s quiet, only asking a few questions, content to listen to us talk. She’s from the fourth dimension, choosing to move to this one after three centuries of being served. I have no idea what that means, but I’m happy for her.

Dinner was the meat that’s close to beef Raven told me about, and it was really good. More gamey than our cows, but very enjoyable. We also had a tuber vegetable that reminded me of mushrooms, and Beatrice made some dessert with sweets only found on Xendail that had me rolling my eyes in the back of my head, it was so good.

They stayed for a few hours, and I had a great time talking to them. It was nice talking to someone that wasn’t from home, that didn’t know my past and didn’t know how I was treated by everyone around me. Though they’re demons and are supposed to be evil creatures, Phoenix and Beatrice treated me with respect and didn’t look down on me.

Humans could learn a thing or two from demons.

After Phoenix and Beatrice left, Raven drug me upstairs to his bed, which was made of the softest material I’ve ever laid on. I asked Raven what it was, but he said the material cannot be translated to Earthen language, therefore hard to explain. I didn’t care what it was, as long as I could keep resting on it. I was dead on my feet, all the excitement catching up to me. Raven tucked me in to his body and we fell asleep.

The morning light streams through the window and I smile. Stretching on the pillow-soft bed, my hand comes in contact with Raven’s hard body. God, he looks so good like this, in his normal, demon form. It suits him. Though him in human form is hot, Raven looks natural like this.

“Good morning, baby,” he mutters, rolling into me, pasting himself to my back. His huge cock nestles between my ass and I moan softly. He truly is much bigger when he’s a demon.

“Good morning, Raven.”

“Did you sleep well?”

I nod, holding on to his arm that’s wrapped around me. “Better than I ever have in Plainsdale. I really love it here.”

“I am glad.” He kisses the back of my neck, breathing me in. “You smell different here. Good. Better than you do on Earth, and you are intoxicating there.” Again, he kisses the back of my neck, his tongue peeking out this time. The forked appendage caresses my skin and I have to bite back a moan. Feels too fucking good for words. I reach back, meaning to thread my fingers through his hair to keep him in place, but my digits bump into one of his horns. I change course, wrapping a hand around it, grasping that strong, pliant part of him.

Raven growls, pressing himself tighter to me, his hand that was around my waist dancing down to grip my cock, jerking me slowly.

“I want you,” he mutters between nipping and licking at me. “Let me show you how I can make you feel in Xendail.”

Flipping to my back, I spread my legs so Raven can settle between them. “Yes, baby. Please.”

We went to bed naked last night, so there’s nothing in the way of his cock brushing against mine. God, he’s so big, so hot and heavy, I almost come with the first drag of his dick over mine.

On Earth, Raven’s come tasted dark and decadent, a forbidden flavor dancing on my tongue. I wonder if he’ll taste different here, on his native plane.

“I want to taste you. Want you in my mouth,” I beg, arching into him and rubbing my dick along his. “Please, baby.”

Raven nods, nibbling on the skin of my throat. “Anything you want my sweet baby.” With one more suck to the tender skin of my throat, he climbs higher on the bed, getting on his knees so he has access to fuck my face. He holds his huge cock to my mouth, rubbing the head over my lips. I purse them, groaning when he rubs his dick in between them. “Open for me, baby. Let me see how much you can take while I am in this form.”

Obediently, I turn my head and open wide, sticking my tongue out for him. Raven groans, gliding his cock over its surface. Thick precome drips onto my tongue, and I close my lips around his crown so I can swallow it down. Fuck, he tastes so fucking good. Even better now that we’re in his home. That dark flavor is still there, but it’s richer here, more intoxicating and more addictive.

Raven hums. “Fuck, baby. Just like that.”

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