Page 60 of Bad Demon

Her hand was moving fast as hell under the sheet now. Then her eyes fucking rolled up, her back arched, and her entire body stiffened. A cry burst from her before she jolted and trembled. Panting, she collapsed back onto the mattress.

“That’s it. Fuck, Tink. That’s it, baby.”

Her face was flushed, her eyes bright, lips swollen. I’d never seen a more beautiful sight than my female after she just came for me—because that was what she’d done. Fern had come for me, looking at me, imagining I was on top of her, inside her—there was no doubt in my mind.

“That was …” She shook her head.

“Looked pretty fucking good from where I’m sitting,” I said before I could stop myself.

A breathless laugh escaped her. “How you doing over there?” she asked.

I knew teasing when I heard it—that, at least, was something I had a lot of experience with, especially since Warrick had mated Willow, and her family became ours. I fucking loved that Fern was feeling lighter after that, especially after the way I’d found her.

“Don’t need to worry about me; this is all about you. One more, and then you’re golden.”

She bit that fucking plump lower lip again, her short fangs sinking in, and I reached out, pulling that sexy lip free before I realized what I was doing. She didn’t jerk back or tell me to fuck off though, so I swiped my thumb over it.

“You don’t abuse this mouth either—understand?”

She blinked over at me, her delicate throat moving with her audible swallow. “If you say so.” Her tongue darted out, sliding over where my thumb had just been.

I felt that stroke, as if it were across the head of my cock. We stared at each other, the silence stretching out. I was so fucking tempted to lean in and kiss her, to take ownership of that hot-as-fuck mouth as the seconds ticked by, but I didn’t. I would not risk scaring her away.

Instead, I cleared my tight throat. “You ready to go again?”

“I think so.”

“How you feeling? Any pain?”

She shook her head, but then she held her hand out. “Could you? I think it helps.”

“You got it.”

The taste of her pussy was making me crazy, but I could control myself—because I had to. I curled my fingers around her hand and dragged my tongue over her fingers. I tried to hold it back, but I fucking trembled—a full-body quiver, like I was shaking the water from my fur. I also moaned so rough and loud that Fern actually jumped.

“Sorry,” I said thickly and released her.

She blinked over at me. “Are you okay?”

I didn’t want her thinking something fucked up over my reaction, so I gave her the truth. “Didn’t mean to freak you out, babe, but you taste really fucking good.”

“I do?”

Another rough sound, which was pure hound, resonated from deep inside me. “If Lucifer decided to put me in the ground for good, you’d be my last meal, Tinker Bell.”

She did that biting-lips grin, like she had at the bar when she was holding in her laughter, and I really fucking liked that a lot.

“You still need my help, or do you want me to leave?” I made myself ask the question. I didn’t want to go anywhere, but I also didn’t want her to hate me when all this was done, and the lust she was feeling was replaced by something else.

“Oh, um … no. You can leave, if you want.”

No, I didn’t want that. I wanted to stay. But if I said I wanted to stay now, she’d think I was some fucking creeper when this was over, and if I left, she’d think I didn’t want to be here.

“I want to do whatever you want me to do,” I said like a fucking idiot.

“I should be okay.”

I had no choice but to leave, and I wanted to kick my own ass. “I’ll be just outside the door if you need me.”

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