Page 12 of Give a Devil his Due
“I told you it was stupid. I just thought the mate bond was a soul connection, you know?” My lips purse in annoyance. “So, hearing you are tied to my heart kinda sounded more like a threat. I die, you die type of thing, which I’m not happy about, just so we are clear. Have you seen all the motherfuckers gunning for my head?”
Eric grins like I just told him he will be a father.
What in the actual fuck?
“You are smiling.” I frowned, and his grin grew. “Why are you smiling? Stop that. It’s freaking me out.”
“This is wonderful news.” He kisses all logic out of my brain. “I’m not happy about the whole Raphael thing, but this is amazing.”
“You are seriously creeping me out.” My huffing sounds too loud when I try to catch my breath. “I couldn’t sleep because I didn’t know how to tell you this, and you’re happy about it?”
“Oh, yes.” The tilt of his mouth will tell anyone that Eric is Lucifer’s son. It’s devilish and full of mischief. “I feared I would have to chain you in the basement to keep you alive because you, my little mate, have absolutely no self-preservation skills. The Fates have given me a gift.”
“You are not making sense. I’m just saying.”
“You’ll throw your life away without a second thought if you think it’ll protect those you care about, but this changes everything.” I want to punch him when he chuckles in glee. “If you die, Raphael and I will follow.” Chortling in my face, he shakes his head. “This will stop you from your suicidal tendencies because you want us alive.”
“I fail to see how all this is funny, jackass.” When shoving on his shoulders doesn’t move him away, I give up on that idea. “What do you expect me to do? Hide when human lives are on the line? It defies the purpose of protecting them.”
“You’ll need another plan instead of going head-first into danger,” he informs me happily and pecks me on the lips. “It’s quite brilliant, actually.”
“Right, because nothing sounds better than all three of us dying at once.” Whatever else I want to say is gone when he starts moving his hips.
Heaven, Hell, Fates … all of them together can smack me on the head for all I care.
Eric is merciless when he is focused on my body.
Eric
Ican’t look away from Helena’s face when I pull out until just the tip of my cock is inside her before plunging back in to the root. Her channel spasms, trying to keep me inside her to no avail when I start pumping my hips. The happiness makes my arms tremble, and her words repeat in a loop inside my head.
I know my mate better than she knows herself. With us tied to her life, there is no way she’ll be reckless. The memory of the recant fight, case and point, explains why she held back instead of pouncing on the demons the second they were in sight.
My hips keep a steady rhythm, sinking me inside her heat and drenching my thighs with her wetness. I take her in while she writhes under me, from the strands of blonde hair spread around her head like a golden cloud to the place where we are joined. Her breasts bounce every time I bottom out, luring me to suck the hard nipples between my teeth.
“God yes.” Her nails drag down my back as her head thrashes from side to side.
“I don’t think he has anything to do with it, love.” Panting, I increase the tempo, the sounds of skin slapping skin filling my ears.
“Harder, Eric,” Hel mewls, clawing at me and tightening her thighs around my waist. “Faster.”
My head bows, and I take her nipple between my lips, swirling my tongue around it. My abdominal muscles clench tight like a rock when the position changes the angle of my cock, the mushroom head sinking deeper inside her. Helena shrieks, tilting her pelvis higher, and she bucks hard of the mattress in an attempt to reach the elusive high we are nearing. My testicles tighten painfully the more she swivels her hips, and a tingle starts at the base of my spine.
Like a wild animal, I root over my mate, insatiable and almost feral. My upper lip curls over my teeth from the need to possess her completely, and no matter how deep I am inside her body, it never seems like it’s enough.
“Say it.” My snarl pebbles her skin with gooseflesh. “Say it, Hel.”
My mate gives as good as she gets, but instead of voicing the words I need to hear, she smirks at me, her half-lidded gaze daring me to make her obey me. It feeds the insanity overtaking my mind every time I take my mate, and I start smacking my hips with a punishing strength between her legs. Her back bows off the bed, almost dislodging me off her.
If she thinks I’m too gone to remember what I asked she will be sorely mistaken. Wrapping one arm around her waist, I tug her off the mattress and flip us around. Her golden hair falls over her shoulders and around my head like a waterfall, the red tiny horns peeking through it. Without missing a beat, her ass bounces on top of my groin, sinking me forever deeper in her heat. I wrap my fingers over her ass cheeks, squeezing and helping her pump up and down faster on my cock.
“Helena,” Her name is pushed through my teeth in a warning.
“Eric,” she moans my name, stubbornly denying me.
My hand connects with her ass with a loud smack, the flesh quivering from the slap. She gasps, and a new torrent of wetness gushes out of her pussy, drenching the top of my thighs. It feeds the crazed need I have for her, so I do it again. And again, until the skin warms under my hand. The whole time she bounces faster and harder, impaling herself on my hardness with frantic movements.
“Say it, Hel.” My voice sounds off to my own ears. Otherworldly. Feral. “I will not let you cum until you say it.”
