Page 22 of My Demon Mate

I think about that, not quite sure how I feel about it. I’ll never be alone in my head again. I’ll never be able to have a secret. I’ll never be able to sit in quiet seclusion without the nudge of another consciousness.

Then I smile. I don’t need secrets from Raven. Even if I had one, I’d end up telling him anyway. He’s become my person. And he’s been in my head for years anyway. There were never any moments of quiet seclusion. So, not much will have changed.

Out loud, Raven says, “I cannot read your mind. I can only talk to you and feel when you have strong emotions. That is usually when I was able to talk to you before I entered this plane.” He growls and finishes, “When you were feeling particularly hurt or upset, I could talk to you more.”

Now that I think about it, that’s true. When I felt lonely from not having anyone, I would hear Raven. When I would get abused by my dad or Mitch, Raven would try to make me feel better … by telling me to commit murder.

Even though Raven said he can’t read my thoughts, he knew what I wanted subconsciously. He knew I wanted the people who hurt me dead, even when I couldn’t say it myself.

Though I did draw graphic novels with the deaths of all those that made me feel like shit or mistreated me. Maybe if I ask Raven, he’ll kill them how I drew them. That would be life imitating art on a whole other level.

I try to climb off Raven’s lap, but we both shout when I move too much. “What’s going on?” I ask, holding tightly to him. I may not have had sex before, but I’m sure we’re not supposed to be stuck together.

“This is how I claim you,” Raven says tightly. “I have a knot that grows and locks us together. Along with our subconsciousness’s melding, we get linked this way after I orgasm.”

“Is this a demon thing?”

“It is.”

“Will it happen every time we … have sex?”

“Yes, if I finish inside you.” He pauses and looks at me. “Is that a problem?”

I shake my head quickly. “It’s unexpected but hot as fuck.” I giggle, laying my head on his shoulder and rubbing my hands up and down his back. He’s so hard and strong. I wonder if he feels like this when he’s in demon form.

When I ask, he laughs. “More so. I will show you when we cross to Xendail.”

Raven puts his hands on my ass and pulls me closer and I cry out, what he calls his knot pressing against my prostate. The gentle motion is like nothing I’ve felt before. My dick immediately hardens, ready for yet another release. “Oh, God. Fuck, more please.”

He rocks me on his knot, kissing up the column of my throat. I grip his horns, caressing them in time to his rocking. Raven bites down against my throat and I come again without warning, shouting hoarsely as I explode. He pulls away and peers down at me, a satisfied grin on his face. He continues to move my hips over his knot, pressing against my over sensitive bud. Just when I think I can’t handle another second, Raven lets out a deep grunt and his dick pulses inside me, a flood of his arousal coating my ass.

I collapse against his chest, breathing heavily as I cling to him. When I finally catch my breath, I swallow thickly around my dry throat. “Will it always be like that?”

“Always,” he mutters, his strong fingers drifting up and down my spine.

A few more minutes pass with us chest to chest, then Raven shifts under me. I feel a flood of his come leaking out of me and giggle. He hums against my throat, darting his tongue out to taste me once more. “My knot has gone down. Let me get you cleaned up. I will hold you while you take a short nap so you are refreshed for work later.”

Before we get out of bed, however, Raven summons a bottle of water and I take it gratefully, guzzling the cool liquid down. After I drink about half, I hand the bottle to Raven, who drinks the rest, a small smile dancing on his lips when he finishes it and caps the bottle.

We hop in the shower, Raven washing me carefully, smiling as he runs the cloth over the marks he sucked into my skin. He drops to his knees in front of me, turning me around so he can wash between my legs. Raven’s lips are gentle on my skin as he kisses my hip, dragging light fingers over where he sucked at my skin. “They look beautiful. My marks match your pale skin perfectly.”

I grin down at him, rubbing my hand through his hair, sad that he put his horns away. He said it was too much temptation for me to touch them and if he kept them out, I wouldn’t be getting to work today.

After he cleans me up and wraps me in a fluffy towel, he scoops me into his arms and walks me to the bed. Without a stitch of clothing on, he tucks me under the sheets and I’m out like a light.

I only sleep for about an hour and a half. When I wake up, Raven tells me the time and I realize I still have about three hours before I have to be in to work. We’ve been in bed all morning, so we get dressed and go downstairs.

Sighing, I flop on the couch, my hands twitching, wanting a pencil and paper badly. The supplies I have at home are probably all ruined. My father is the type that would fuck all my shit up because I left, thinking when I came back, he’d have a way to break me down. Besides physically abusing me, he liked to play those mind games. Find something I loved, fuck it up and watch the fall out. When he found out I liked looking at the comics in the newspaper and would collect some of them, he located my stash and made me watch him flush them down the toilet. Then he beat me across the butt with a belt for crying about it.

God, I can’t believe I made it there as long as I did. Two days with Raven and I already feel better, stronger. Dad is such a dick—I never would have thrived while I was there. All I could think about was trying to get from one day to the next, saving enough money so I could get from under his thumb and finally breathe.

While I’ve been here with Raven, I’ve been able to relax and enjoy life in more than a few snatches. Drawing was the only thing that kept my head clear for a little while when I was living at home. It didn’t even have to be anything fancy, just doodling would make me the happiest I could imagine being.

To stay sane, I would draw or sketch something daily, just to keep myself out of a deep depression and slitting my wrists to end it all. Sometimes, I had no other option than a quick doodle on napkins between tables at work. The dream of maybe using my talent as a real escape was what kept me going, and even now, not having anything to draw or sketch with is making me antsy.

Raven pulls me onto his lap, snapping me out of my thoughts. “Your mind is clouded with thought.” He kisses my temple gently and I shiver. “What are you thinking about?”

I sigh, burrowing deeper into his chest. “Drawing. I haven’t since I got here a few days ago.”

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