Page 70 of Bad Demon

Her gaze darted up to me. “What’s happening?”

I tried to regain control, but I was fucking drunk on her touch, on the pleasure she was giving me, and rolled to my back so she could work me faster.

“Use both hands, baby.” I needed to thrust. If I didn’t get to move soon, I’d fucking lose it.

She nodded and did as I’d said, and as soon as she had a tight grip on me, I lifted my hips, thrusting up, and groaned.

“You’re getting bigger, Relic,” she said huskily.

I gasped in a breath, trying to hold what was going to happen back, but with her taste, her scent branded on me, with my female right there beside me—sated from coming and feeding from my vein—the beast and my body were convinced it was time to mate, and there was no holding the transformation back.

Oh, fuck.

Heat coiled in my gut and burned through my veins, throbbing wildly along my shaft. I was fucking rutting into her delicate hands, lost to it, to her. Panting, I looked down past my now tight-as-fuck abs, so tight that they were almost cramping. It was happening; I was growing longer and thicker; the veins pulsing so fucking heavily now along the shaft while the head grew darker.

“Relic?”

“It’s … it’s okay,” I gasped out.

I couldn’t tell her that this only happened when we were with our mates. That, in six hundred years, this was the first time this had ever happened to me because she was touching my cock, and my body had convinced itself I was inside her, claiming her. I couldn’t tell her this only happened when we fucked our fated mates, so we were interlocked, so I’d be planted as deep as I could get, so I could pump her full of my seed and make sure she got every fucking drop.

Fern moved closer, biting her lip, eyes wide, watching, watching my cock, and she was turned the fuck on. Not scared. Thank fuck. Not fucking scared.

The beast roared, and I snapped, my control disintegrating.

Rearing up, I shoved her back and straddled her smaller body so I was up on my knees. I had to be in this position—the beast demanded it.

“Grip it tight,” I growled out.

She did, looking up at me—not with fear, but with hungry eyes—as I gripped the headboard and fucked her fists. My balls throbbed, and my cock jerked hard. Shoving up her shirt, I angled my cock down and came all over her stomach with a low groan, emptying myself until I was fucking spent.

Panting, I looked down at her. She was panting as well, watching me. Not afraid though. I didn’t sense any fear at all. I stayed where I was, feeling fucking feral as I ran my hand over her stomach, then higher under her shirt, over her tits, smearing her scarred skin with my seed, my scent, marking her the only way I could for now. The beast purred.

“What are you doing?” she whispered.

“Marking you. No one will dare touch you now. They’ll know who you sleep beside, who will fuck them up if they dare try and hurt you,” I said, telling her in the only way I could right then that she was mine.

My brothers, any fucking shifter or demon, that got near her, would scent me on her skin, and they’d know she was under my protection. Pleasure filled me now, but for another reason. I wanted everyone to know she was mine. Now, there would be no mistake.

“And you want that? You want everyone to know … think I’m yours?”

I leaned in and kissed her, hard and deep, a claiming on its own. “You are, Fern. You are mine.”

“Because of our deal?” she asked, her voice husky.

I didn’t answer. I couldn’t lie, and I couldn’t tell her the truth either, so I rolled onto the mattress beside her and pulled her into my arms. “Sleep now, Tink.”

She was quiet for several minutes. “Relic?”

“Night, sweetness.”

Another pause.

“Night, Relic.”

ChapterSeventeen

FERN

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