Page 8 of The Demon

Reining my thoughts back in and focusing on my grumbling stomach, I took in the meal the demon placed in front of me. It was simple but smelled delicious. I ate every morsel. But when he handed me a horned cup filled with a sweet liquid, I hesitated before finally taking a sip. The warmth spread through me instantly, a slow, languid heat that made my limbs feel heavy and my mind a little hazy.

I’d never tasted anything quite like it, but it was definitely fermented. By the time I finished half of it, I felt looser, lighter, and my thoughts drifted toward things I had no business imagining.

Like doing things with him. And wondering how it would feel for him to touch me.

I looked at the demon and saw he already watched me.

His gaze was unwavering, his molten, glowing eyes tracking every little shift and movement I made. His unrelenting attention should have unnerved me, but instead, it sent a different kind of shiver down my spine.

I was aroused—still—and my need for something more from him overrode everything else that should have taken priority.

His power was coiled just beneath the surface. The demon was a predator at rest.

“What are you called?” I asked, wanting to know more about him.

“I have no name. I am just ‘Mate’ to you.”

My heart pounded as I continued to stare at him. He sat atop thick furs on the floor, his impossibly broad back against the lair’s wall. His legs were bent, and his powerful arms rested on his knees. I couldn’t help but notice his cocks bobbing, rubbing, massaging against each other, milking his seed with every movement. I couldn’t tear my eyes from the sight. I almost reached under my shift to play with my swollen, drenched pussy.

“My pretty little mate,” he murmured in that strange voice of his. He lifted a hand and curled a clawed finger, beckoning me forward. “Come to me.”

The words were low but absolute. He knew I wouldn't deny him. My mind said no, but my body was the one in control. My limbs obeyed before I could stop myself or protest what in the hell I was doing, like I was drawn to him by an unseen force.

I was on my hands and knees and crawled toward him, feeling so small and fragile compared to how large this creature was. I didn’t know why I hadn’t stood and walked over to him and instead crawled to him like he was a puppeteer and I was on his strings.

A deep growl rumbled from him, and I swore his eyes glowed brighter. I lowered my gaze to his cocks, seeing the members throb and leak at the tips. I licked my lips, wanting—needing—a taste. He growled again, the sound vibrating through my bones.

He was primitive and possessive, and it had my pulse fluttering wildly.

I was only a foot from him when I stilled, my hands braced against the furs, my fingers curling along the soft hides. Before I could even take another breath in, the demon’s massive hands curled around my waist and hauled me onto his lap as if I weighed nothing.

A gasp left me, and I pressed my palms against the firm, warm expanse of his chest. He was hot and all muscle, and my pussy muscles clenched involuntarily.

“So tiny,” he murmured, his voice thick with something I couldn't name. “So delicate.”

I felt him slide those clawed fingers up my side, heard the way their sharpness sliced right through the material of my gown. I tensed when the demon curled one large hand around my throat. The air from the cave brushed along the exposed skin of my side, and I gasped slightly at the feel of his talons grazing the sensitive skin of my neck.

He pressed into the side of my throat, not enough to hurt but enough to remind me of the beast he was and that I was at his mercy. He could take whatever he wanted from me, and I couldn’t stop him. But I knew I wouldn’t even try.

The demon’s breath was warm against my face, his wicked sharp teeth hovering just above the skin where my shoulder and neck met.

“I can smell your arousal, little one.” His voice was a low rasp, rough with barely-there restraint. “I can smell how your tiny, human pussy is primed for me. You try to hide it, but your body betrays your need for me.”

His words sent a rush of something dark and dangerous through me. I felt heat rise to my face, knew the blush stole over my cheeks and down my neck.

The demon moved suddenly and dragged his tongue over my cheek, slow and deliberate, before moving his claws from my neck and trailing that wet muscle down my throat. I closed my eyes and shuddered as I curled my fingers against his pectoral muscles. His skin was hairless and felt like velvet over iron.

I just absorbed the sensations of him licking me as I smoothed my hands up and down his chest, feeling his heart beating the strangest rhythm beneath my fingers.

Tentatively, I moved my palms until I was brushing my fingers over the curve of one of his horns. He went rigid beneath me, his cocks jerking between my thighs, and I swore I felt him get even harder and bigger. The demon inhaled sharply, breaking the stillness. And then a guttural growl rumbled through him as his grip tightened on my waist.

“Careful,” he warned, his voice ragged. He shifted underneath me, which jostled me and had my hands tightening and sliding down his horn. He snarled again. “The horns of my kind are… sensitive.”

I was tempting the devil, or maybe playing with fire, because I ignored him and traced both his horns this time, fascinated by the way his massive body shook with a force that was starling. “How sensitive?” I asked breathlessly.

His growl deepened, sounding more dangerous this time. “Erogenous.”

That lone word sent a new kind of heat spiraling through me. I wanted the demon to touch me, lick me, and use both massive cocks inside my unused, virgin body. But that last thought terrified me.

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