Page 132 of The Demon's Discovery
He nodded, looking far more lost than I ever expected the massive man to as he wandered down the hall.
She closed the door and turned to me, a blush slowly rising from her neck to her cheeks. “Why are you looking at me like that?”
“How am I looking at you, Dragonfly?”
“Like you want to eat me.”
My blood warmed, and I blinked across the short distance between us, hands in her hair as she gasped and sagged against me. The mist curled around us both, a safety net and binding rope. “Perhaps I do.”
“Again?” she teased, reaching up and snagging my bottom lip with her teeth. “Haven’t you tired of me yet?”
My Dragonfly had gotten plenty bold in the hours we’d spent tangled up together since our return from Everwood. She too had claws and teeth, and we’d both figured out plenty of enjoyable ways for her to use them.
“Never,” I assured her, grasping her face as I leaned in to kiss her.
Her arms banded around my waist as I stood there with her, our heartbeats pounding in time through our skin, her breath hot little puffs on my cheek as I ravaged her mouth.
“We—” She pulled away, but I brought her back for more. “Should eat—” She smiled, but I just kept kissing her. “Oh saints,” she sighed as I kissed down her jaw and then her throat,licking along the spot she’d told me belonged to me. “I can’t say no to you, Vassago. It’s dangerous.”
“I find it perfectly wonderful,” I joked back. “Give me your words, Greta.”
“Yes,” she breathed. “Take what you need. It’s all yours.”
I pushed my body up against her, my cock straining against my trousers. My fangs ached as I opened my mouth, teasing the scars of my previous bites with my tongue. She made a little noise in her throat, one that I never could resist, and plunged my fangs down, reveling in the burst of bright essence that bubbled up on my tongue, the flashes of her life that brought me closer to her. As I sipped at her throat, her hands worked at our buttons and ties, freeing us from the bonds of our clothing.
Without letting go, I filled my hands with her backside and walked us over to the bed, her legs locking around my waist once I’d laid her on the edge of the mattress. There was no waiting for either of us, the bite intensifying everything until we were nothing more than sensation and need. I notched myself at her entrance and plunged deep, her moan echoing through my ears as I finally pulled free of her neck. I gave the marks one more lick, the lingering droplets giving me one final flash of her world.
“Eyes on me, beautiful wife,” I said, loving the glossy quality of them as I rocked deep. I adored the way her body bounced with every motion, how her mouth parted as she panted through the pleasure. I leaned down on my forearms so I could kiss her mouth again, never able to get enough of the way she tasted no matter what part of her I was enjoying.
“Vassago,” she groaned, arching against me but finding nowhere to go.
“Yes, Dragonfly?”
“I need…” She turned her head, gripping my wrists with her hands as I drove into her harder, deeper, relentless.
“Words, Greta. Give me your words.”
“I …”
She tried, I’ll give her that. But it was too late. Her body clenched around mine, her mouth opened, and a soft moan came out but nothing more as her eyes fluttered closed. “There’s my girl.” I kept going, but there was no denying myself when she looked like that, her body clamped around mine, and her love a soft glow in her face. My release shook me from the base of my spine to my toes, and I slumped over her, sweat mingling between us.
She smiled up at me, and I felt unworthy for the hundredth time that day. Then I swept her up and carried her to the bath so I could clean her up, get her fed, and start all over again.
Our honeymoonof sorts ended after a week when Rylan and Calla returned home. We emerged from my apartment rested, peacefully unaware of much that was happening in the city around us, and fortified for whatever came next.
It was odd to think that classes would be starting again, that everything was settling back into some kind of normal pattern when we still had so much to figure out. It was equally strange to think that no more than several weeks before, Greta hadn’t even come into my life yet. There was no separating her from it now, short of death.
“One day out of my cave, and I’m already tired of the world,” I teased. “There’s too much intrigue here, how do you stand it? I may have to see if Greta would relocate to one of the monasteries with me.”
“It’s always like this. At least, it is now,” Rylan teased, the pair of us looking over a contract in my classroom. “There were many years that were much more peaceful.” A smile spreadacross his mouth, the laughter of our mates echoing down the hall. “But I would not go back.”
“I’d like very much to go back to the waysomethings were not all that long ago. I can’t keep up with all the excitement,” Magnus complained, eyebrows raising as he joined us to have a look at the paperwork. “All of it? From here to Thorne Street?”
“All of it,” Rylan smiled. “I’ve been waiting ages for Old Man Parsimon to accept my offer to buy. I think now that he’s retired, the option is much more attractive. That or the fact that I won’t stop making a bid every few months has worn him down.”
“That’s the total price?” I asked, the number significant, but not shocking. “He’s undervaluing the land.”
“I’m not going to tell him, are you?” Rylan asked.
