Page 147 of Mated to the Kings

“I just want to make sure I am pleasing you,” she says quietly.

“Wanna know something?” I ask her and she nods. “I am not expecting you to have sex, Maple. We don’t do anything until you are ready.”

“Don’t you want to, though?” she asks softly.

“Very much. I’m dying to know what cute little sounds you’ll make when I’m making you come,” I say softly, running my thumb over her cheekbone. Her breath hitches momentarily, and I smile. “But this is on your timeline, not mine.”

“Tell me about the sex demon thing,” she says.

“Well… I am an incubus. Half of one, at least. In short, I naturally feed off sexual energy. I have the ability to go into someone’s dreams and do whatever I want to them and with them; it’s just a dream. I can also weaponize it.”

“Is this your way of telling me you’ll fuck me to death?” she asks, and I laugh heartily.

“No, sweetie. Mates are immune to it,” I tell her.

“Damn. That’d be a great way to go out,” she giggles.

“What was this about you reading?” I ask.

“Oh,” she says. “I read a lot of smut.”

“What kind?” I ask.

“Uhh. Mostly just fluffy stuff. I’m pretty keen on shifter mafia romance.”

“Interesting,” I say.

“What shifters?” I ask.

“I… narrowly escaped being mauled by a woman today. I think I should keep that to myself,” she smirks.

“Ahh. Dragon kink, huh?” I laugh.

“Yes, but not because of Vash,” she says quickly. “It’s the wings. I don’t know. I like the idea of being able to fly. Someone being able to take me up would be amazing.”

“That’s funny you say that,” I chuckle and kiss her forehead.

“What?” she asks with a frown.

“When an incubus or succubus mates and gets a handle on the energy they draw, they get wings.”

“Woah,” she says, wide-eyed. “So…”

“So when I get the hang of things, you and I are going flying,” I say sweetly.

“Really?” she asks giddily.

“Mhmm,” I say with a smile.

“Oh, my Gods! That would be amazing. Thank you so much,” she says as she throws her arms around my neck to hug me. Instinctively I grab her waist and pull her into my lap. She gasps but doesn’t pull away.

“Sorry,” I smirk. “Instinctively, it’s in my nature to have sex. Having a mate means that increases tenfold.”

“It’s okay,” she smiles.

“So you’d be into hellhounds then, yeah?”

“Yeah, but they’re huge overall. I’m sure they’d break me,” she laughs.

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