Page 62 of When Death Whispers

With a snarl of satisfaction, Rad uncurls his tail from my ankle. I almost miss the pressure until he brings it between us, circling my clit. The sensation is overwhelming. The rough texture of his tail against my most sensitive spot, combined with the relentless pounding of his cock, sends me careening over the edge.

I cry out, my back arching as waves of pleasure crash over me. My inner walls clench around him, drawing a feral growl from deep in his chest.

Rad doesn’t slow his pace. If anything, he drives into me harder, chasing his own release.

His claws dig into my hips, definitely leaving bruises, as he pulls me onto his cock with each thrust. The overstimulation borders on painful, but I’m too far gone to care. Each movement sends aftershocks of pleasure rippling through me.

“That’s it,” he snarls, his voice rough and strained. “Take it all, Beholden. You’re mine. Mine to fuck, mine to claim, mine to?—”

His words cut off in a guttural roar as he slams into me one final time. I feel him swell inside me, impossibly larger, before he erupts. The flood of his release triggers another climax, and I cry out as pleasure crashes over me in overwhelming waves. My body clenches around him, milking every last drop as he fills me.

For several long moments, we stay locked together, both of us panting heavily. Rad’s massive form covers me completely. I can feel his heart pounding against my chest, matching my own frantic rhythm, and his breath in my hair.

Slowly, carefully, Rad shifts his weight, easing out of me with a low groan. I whimper at the loss, feeling suddenly empty and exposed. But before I can voice my protest, he gathers me against his chest, curling his body protectively around mine. His tail strokes over my flesh, almost like he’s petting me with the flat end of it. Which should probably be weirder than it is, but feels anything but.

Completely and utterly spent, I go limp in his hold, enjoying being held.

That is… until a familiar voice erupts from the silence.

“Parker? Parker!” Hudson screams.

Hudson?

Panic jolts through my blissed-out haze, reality crashing back in like a tidal wave.

Rad stiffens against me, his growl vibrating through my chest, but he doesn’t shift away. If anything, hepressescloser, his massive body still half-draped over mine like he’s unwilling to relinquish his claim.

“Parker!” Hudson’s voice is frantic now, closer, thudding footsteps pounding against the ground.

Shit.Shit.

I try to untangle myself from Rad’s grip, but the demon doesn’t budge. His claws flex possessively against my hips, his tail tightening around my thigh.

A rumbling chuckle escapes him. “Of course you’d summon your little human.” His tongue flicks out to drag along my pulse territorially.

“Rad,” I pant, shoving at his chest, but it’s like trying to move a boulder. “Let me up.Now.”

His frost-blue eyes gleam with something dark and triumphant as he finally,finallyshifts away. But only slightly. His tail remains curled around my thigh, his claws still resting against my bare skin.

“Parker!”

Before I can grab my scattered thoughts—before I canmove—Hudson bursts through the trees.

His golden hair is wild, his chest rising and falling with heavy breaths. His eyes—usually soft and warm—blaze with something untamed, somethingferal.

His gaze locks onto me first, then drags lower—to the deep red scratches on my hips, the bruises forming in the shape of Rad’s grip, the mess between my thighs.

A sound rips from his throat. A wounded, furious snarl.

And then his eyes snap to Rad.

I barely register the movement before Hudsonlunges.

It happens too fast. A blur of limbs, a flash of motion, then a sickeningcrackas Hudson’s fist collides with Rad’s jaw. The sheer force of the hit snaps Rad’s head to the side, his horns slicing through the thick fog like a blade.

But Rad doesn’t fall. Doesn’t even stumble.

No, helaughs.

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