Page 102 of Bad Demon

He pressed his forehead to mine. “I could if I don’t take the time to prepare you for what needs to happen.”

“What do you need to do to me?” I asked. My inner muscles clenched, fluttering, so needy. “Tell me.”

“To mate you properly, I’ll need you on your hands and knees so I can fuck you from behind … and when we’re both about to come, I have to sink my fangs into your shoulder to mark you,” he rasped. “It’s another scar, and that mark will be on you forever.”

He was worried about causing another scar on my body.

“I want your mark. I want to see it every day.” I rubbed my thumb over the tiny scar on my finger. “My mom gave me this the day she was taken from me. Trying to protect me.”

Relic took my hand, pressing a soft kiss to the tip of my finger over that tiny scar. Warmth filled me. I lifted my hand to the side of his face.

“Knowing that I have another scar on my body, given out of love and not hatred, having your mark on my skin … will make the rest insignificant. Your mark will prove that my father was wrong, that Grady and The Chemist were wrong, that I’m not worthless, that somebody does want me for their own. That I am lovable. Your mark on my skin will make me the happiest female to ever live, Relic. I don’t want to wait another day. I want it now. I want you now.”

His big hand was at the back of my neck, and his fingers slid into my hair, fisting lightly. “Then, you’ll get me, and I’ll make sure it’s so fucking good for you, baby. I promise.” He shook his head. “But first, I gotta wash off Rome’s blood because smelling another male anywhere near you is fucking with me.”

He carried me into the bathroom, kicking the door closed after us, and turned on the water. With hands shaking, his muscles twitching, and his teeth bared, he undid his jeans and shoved them down, along with his boxer briefs. Standing naked in front of me, he reached for me, and carefully but urgently, he dragged my shirt off and fired it into the hamper before he stripped off the rest of my clothing.

Taking my hand, he stepped into the shower and pulled me in with him. Quickly lathering up soap in his hands, he worked the suds all over him, then me, removing all traces of the blood and sweat that had coated his skin and inadvertently gotten on me. Directing me under the spray, he washed the soap off, scenting the air as he did before making a growly sound of approval.

Looking down at me, he slid one of his hands over my shoulder and down to my breast, growling again as he swiped his thumb over my nipple, making me shudder.

“You’ve seen what happens before I come.”

I nodded.

“That transformation only happens when our mates are near, when you’re close to me. It’s only ever happened with you, and it’s gonna happen when I come inside you. I’m gonna be locked in place, like last time, for a while. So, I need to prepare you for that.” He gave my breast another squeeze and continued to stroke the rough pad of his thumb over my nipple as he talked. “You can take all of me though, sweetness, because that’s how this works.” His other hand slid down over my hip. “I’m gonna need to use my mouth and my fingers for a while first, get you nice and wet and ready for my cock.”

I licked my lips. “Okay.”

He cursed. “You’re so fucking gorgeous. Fuck, Fern, I’ve been desperate to get my mouth on that pussy again.”

He dropped to his knees, and I thrust my fingers into his thick, wavy hair. A whimper slipped from me when he kissed his way down my belly, licking and sucking my skin. He gripped my waist and lifted me, sliding me up the slick wall, and when he leaned in, I automatically hooked my legs over his wide shoulders. With a snarl, he swiped his tongue through my pussy, and I cried out. Relic gripped my ass, yanking me closer, licking me like I was the best thing he’d ever tasted.

All I could do was hang on, my fingers tangled in his hair, while he feasted on me, driving me wild, working my clit over and over until I was flailing against the shower wall, not sure what to do with myself as the pleasure built and built, and finally broke. My cries echoed off the tiles, mixed with Relic’s hungry growls.

I’d barely caught my breath when he lowered my legs and stood. Before I could speak, and with his eyes locked on mine, he slid a thick finger inside me.

“Oh, fuck.” I gripped his biceps.

“Can’t wait to feel you gripping me tight, Fern,” he said. “Gonna live in this hot little pussy for fucking days. Gonna make you mine, and then I’m gonna cover you in my scent so every male who comes anywhere near you knows exactly who you belong to.”

He slipped in a second finger, and the moan that came from me was a sound I’d never made in my life.

“And w-will my scent b-be on you?”

His nostrils flared. “You’ll be all over me, sweetness. Your scent will tell everyone that I’m taken, that I have a mate who is fucking everything to me.”

His thumb slid up, rubbing my clit steadily while his fingers pumped in and out. And, sweet Lucifer, it felt so fucking good, and the things he said were so perfect that I followed the urge to rock my hips forward, seeking out more.

“I need you,” I said, pulling him down for a kiss.

He devoured my mouth while he fucked me with his fingers. “You got me, baby,” he said against my lips. “Need to make you come again before I give you my cock though.”

He wouldn’t have to wait long because every time those long fingers slid inside me, he hit a spot that had me gasping and my hips rolling.

“Oh, fuck.” I pressed my head to his chest, digging my fingers into his biceps as he rubbed my clit faster.

“You gonna give it to me, baby?”

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