Page 17 of House of Demons and Bones

My claws traced the rippling muscles of his back, making him shiver. What scared most men thrilled him. My fangs and clawswere a thing of savage beauty for him, and in his bones, he was the same. He only played the gentleman for others.

He’d ditched Killian’s farmer getup. Now he stood bare-chested with his designer leather pants riding low. My mouth watered—my man was pure temptation. I ground against his hard bulge, his heat stoking my fire, warming my slick cunt.

I slipped my hand into his pants and stroked his massive cock. My long fingers could wrap around only half of his girth. He hissed in pleasure as I pumped his length.

His lips molded mine as he kissed me with raw need, bruising me, his hand palming my pussy. I still wore the gown I’d conjured from pure magic, the fabric clinging like gossamer to my bare skin beneath. A delighted giggle departed my lips as he pressed the heel of his palm against my aching clit, sending sparks of pleasure through me.

Then he broke the kiss, leaving me gasping. His fingers traced a searing path along my slit. When he brought those fingers to his mouth, tasting my cream, his eyes glowed silver.

“It tastes like nectar,” he said.

I flashed him a knowing smile, magic thrumming beneath my skin. “Of course it does, sugar.”

“You’re mine, little monster,” he said, voice rough with promise. “I like that you’re so wet for me. Always ready for me, aren’t you?”

I wiggled my ass, and before I could even spread my legs wide enough, he plunged two fingers into my heat. A moan and a gasp escaped from my throat at the incredible pleasure. The prince thrust his fingers in and out, his thumb rubbing my swollen clit.

“You like everything I do to you, my little monster,” he said, his heated gaze tracking every flutter of my eyelids, every tremor that coursed through my body.

I was busy moaning instead of answering him, and he watched me with burning lust.

“I need to fuck you now, babe,” he hissed as my hand pumped up and down his cock.

His pants dropped, his cock springing free, still in my hand. He pulled his fingers out of my cunt, removed my hand from his swollen shaft, and placed the thick head of his cock at my entrance. We both watched him rub his cock up and down my slick sex, my heart pounding, my blood heating at the erotic sight. I couldn’t wait to be fucked.

“Didn’t you say you needed to fuck?—”

He hooked my leg over his forearm and drove into me with brutal force before I could finish my sentence. I gasped at the exquisite sensation as he embedded himself deep within me.

My gown vanished, leaving me bare to his touch. He dipped his head to take my taut nipple into his mouth while pounding into me, every thrust smooth, powerful and delicious. I whimpered, wanting more, wanting everything. The prince pushed me against the door, fucking me with abandon, the wood creaking at the force. Then he gripped my thighs and lifted me with my legs wrapped around him.

A lot of times, he preferred me beneath him, so he could watch every flicker of pleasure cross my face. I liked him to thrust into me from behind with me on all fours.

His eyes searched mine, seeking reassurance that I was real, after learning what I was.

“You want my cock badly, don’t you, little monster?” he asked, his voice rough velvet around me as he drove into me deeper.

“You know the answer, sugar,” I purred between shivers.

“I can never get enough of you.” He pounded into me rapidly, sending my boobs bouncing. “Every second, I want to be with you, holding you, fucking you, and claiming you.”

“I want the same, but now you know why we can’t be with each other all the time.”

“I’ll cherish every second I have with you,” he said.

A high counter materialized beneath me—Underhill’s gift. Rowan blinked at its sudden appearance before setting me down. I adjusted my position, planting my feet on the edge and thrusting my hips forward, baring my pussy for him.

“Looks like we have an audience,” he said as he drove into me hard.

“We do,” I said breathlessly. “We always have an audience.”

“Now that everyone saw you at the party, you don’t need to hide anymore. Come to my penthouse, and we’ll have more privacy. I want to pamper my girl.”

My heart stuttered. I wanted that.

My pussy gloved his cock, milking it. Then he tensed and stilled, something on his mind.

“Can Barbie see everything we do and hear everything we say?”

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