Page 124 of Married to the Devil

The stretch isenormous.

And I can’t breathe because I’m too busy coming. A full, painful ecstasy races through me like liquid fire.

Stoneheart’s snarl breaks off on a deep groan. His seed splashes hot against my insides, and I inhale in shock as the pressure of it grows. I’m so filled by him, there’s hardly any room for his cum. The heavy feeling grows but no seed makes it past where his knot is locked just under my pubic bone.

Ben kisses my forehead. “Breathe, love. Big, slow breaths. You’ve taken all of him. You can do this.”

I suck in air, and the chill of it against my lungs starts to douse the runaway wildfire residing deep inside me.

The last pulses of release shiver through me, and I finally can start working at getting more oxygen.

Stoneheart carefully turns us to lie on our sides, still locked together

Ben’s heated body presses against my clammy one from behind, curling around me. His hand falls to my lower belly. “Let his seed do its work.”

My body must react to that someway because Stoneheart shudders and knocks Ben’s hand away. “Don’t cause trouble. I doubt she wants to be locked together for hours.”

I snort. Definitely not. I feel like a stretched-out rag right now. We all take deep breaths like we’ve run a marathon.

“Is it always like that?” I ask, still panting.

Stoneheart huffs a surprised laugh. “I wouldn’t know. I’ve never knotted anyone.”

I’m surprised into silence at that confession. Stoneheart’s knot throbs inside me almost in time to both of our hearts.

Ben exhales against my shoulder, his body relaxing against mine like he’s fallen asleep.

I should do the same. Stoneheart’s eyes are closed too. There’s no telling if the potion is going to cause another flare of heat before the night is over, but I hesitate to close my eyes.

I don’t want this moment to end.

I trace my finger over the curve of Stoneheart’s lips, and he sighs at the touch. The ache in my chest becomes too great, and I mouth my confession against his throat, unable to keep it inside any longer but unwilling to say something unwelcome.I love you.

His throat bobs against my lips.

He’s heard me. He knows.

It won’t matter, but at least it isn’t trapped inside me anymore.

40

BEN

It’smorning when I wake in the mass of pillows of the bathhouse, Stella in my arms. The air is warm and humid enough that we aren’t cold, but I’m pretty sure a certain gargoyle had a wing draped over us for the majority of the night. I sit up, frowning at his absence, but ease when I catch sight of him.

Stoneheart sits, dressed and standing guard.

“We need to get back. I’m expected for a meeting with Silas soon,” he says.

I nod still half asleep.

Stoneheart hesitates for a moment. “We should let her sleep. Take her to our bed first and come back for me.”

Now I’m fully awake. “You’ll let me teleport you?”

Stoneheart only arches a brow as if him trusting that I won’t take him somewhere terrible instead of to the Firefly isn’t a monumental thing.

I don’t have to say goodbye to them yet. My throat swells, but I try to ignore it. I dress before picking up a sleeping Stella and her enchanting dress. She’s still nude, but the trip to tuck her into our bed at the penthouse is quick.

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