Page 84 of The Demon's Discovery
“Let’s get you fed, then perhaps you’ll honor your husband with a dance?” I made a strangled noise, which just made him laugh as he walked me back through the crowd, paying attention to everything around us but intent on only me. He leaned close to my ear, his lips brushing my throat and making me shiver. “Anything, for my wife.”
After tryingno fewer than a dozen dishes, each decadent and delicious despite the simplicity of their appearance, I simply couldn’t eat anything else. Magnus was contentedly tossing back virtual platters of food, a serene Grace at his side. Rylan was much like Vassago, selecting the best bits and giving them to Calla to sample.
Everyone we saw offered us congratulations, many leaving small favors at our tables when they passed, introducing themselves again briefly before flitting off for more dancing or ale.
When I pushed my plate to the side, Vassago took the opportunity to sweep me off for a dance, and we happily mingled with a dozen other couples as he twirled me around the fire.
“I’m not very good at this,” I admitted, having stumbled more than once.
“You’re doing wonderfully.” He dipped me low, my back arching. “We’ll be doing this again soon yes?” he asked. “I’m happy to practice any time you like.”
“Bea’s ball is in a few weeks, I think.”
“I can’t wait.” He grinned, and I could tell there was some deviousness there, something motivating him that I hadn’t yet guessed at.
“I miss her,” I said, realizing the fact as I gave voice to the words. “She’ll be so sad that she didn’t get to see this.”
“You can visit her whenever you like, Greta, or invite her to d’Arcan. I’d happily escort you to meet her out in the city somewhere if you prefer.” We started another circuit around the flames, my body getting properly winded from the activity. “I’m happy to make the arrangements, though I cannot guarantee I’ll be civil with your former employers. As far as I’m concerned, they have a debt to settle. One I’m eager to collect on.” The flash of red in his eyes made me shiver, though, not even remotely out of fear.
We danced, drank some fancy wine that Magnus had located from the stores, and sank into the joy of the event.
The moment the first yawn cracked my jaw, Vassago started making our goodbyes. “Come, Dragonfly. You’ve had a busy day.”
We slipped into the shadows, the arm he slung around my waist a helpful crutch as my tired legs carried me down the road. Belmont called out, a streak of black wings in the sky as he and Archimedes chased down their dinner, Morticia a funny cat-shaped member of their trio.
Once we were back in the little hut, Vassago crushed me up against the door, his hands cradling my face, his mouth on mine. “I will never grow tired of you, Little Dragonfly. I’ll never have enough,” he swore, dropping to his knees as he pushed the heavy skirt of my dress up to my waist. “I have been going mad all night, wondering if you taste any different now, wife.”
I gasped as his hot mouth pressed against me, his fingers pulling the flimsy cloth of my underthings aside. The noise I made when his tongue swept along my seam, then plunged inside me was somewhere between a moan and a shriek. I gave over to his demands immediately, pleasure coursing warmly through my veins as he feasted on my flesh.
The scrap of lace I’d been given to cover myself ended up nothing more than shreds of cloth on the floor, his greedy mouth affixed to my cleft as I melted into a boneless, sweaty mess against the door. When he added two fingers, plunging them in and out of me while he sucked on my clit, I rocketed out of my body altogether.
“Vassago!” I cried out and grabbed onto his hair with my hand. He growled and pushed me all the way through the orgasm to the other side, having to catch me as I slid down toward the floor.
He scooped me up again, licking his lips. “You taste like mine,” he said low. I shivered as he peeled the dress carefully away from my shoulders, letting it fall to the floor in a pile. He stripped efficiently, pulling me atop him on the mattress. “Take what you need, Greta,” he said, stomach muscles tensing as I positioned myself over him. “I am yours.”
My breasts in my hands, I shifted until his proud cock brushed against my lower lips. I made a noise and sank down, bending my knees until I was seated fully. Vassago groaned, eyes closed and head tilted back. I leaned forward and kissed the spot he loved so much on me, the tender juncture between his neck and shoulder. I nipped with my flat teeth, making him hiss as I rocked my hips.
His hands pressed into my thighs as they traveled upward, his grip tightening the more I tilted up, the harder I pressed my teeth into his skin. He leaned his head up and took one of my nipples into his mouth, teasing the achy bud with his tongue and then suckling hard so all the blood prickled at the surface.
I rocked faster, chasing the peak that was building. Following my lead, he began to thrust up from below like he had in the tub, allowing me to set the pace but helping me along.
“I can’t…” I moaned in frustration, the edge I was reaching for just out of my grasp.
“Look at me,” he said, and I opened my eyes to meet the bright gold of his. “There you are. Take it, Dragonfly. Take your pleasure from me. Shall I help you?” He sucked his thumb into his mouth and then pressed it where we were joined, against that bundle of nerves that sang when he began to make small circles against it. Tingles sparked at the base of my spine, prompting a moan, and my pace faltered. “Take it,” he said firmly, and I tilted my hips, leaning backward just enough so he could rub against that soft place on the inside of me with every thrust.
“Show me your fire, Dragonfly.” He gritted the words out as I disintegrated into nothing more than violent sensation, his cock throbbing inside me as he grunted and found his own release. “Saints,” he panted. “You’ll kill me. It will be the most honorable of deaths.” He pulled me down against him, our sweat mingling as he kissed my face, my mouth. “Let’s get you cleaned up. You deserve your rest, wife.”
Before he even returned with the warm wet cloth from the bathing room, I’d faded fast. After he gently washed us both, he pulled the covers over us and tucked me close to his body. I floated off as his breath puffed warmly against the back of my neck.
It wasVassago’s tense tone that snapped me out of the soft dream I was having, though his words had my pulse pounding in my throat. There was nothing quite like being woken with urgency to leave you simultaneously anxious and groggy.
“Greta. Wake up. You have to get up and dressed. Quickly.”
“Why?” I asked, sitting up, the heavy fog of sleep still weighing me down.
“I have to leave for a while.” He strapped his new sword sheath to his belt, already fully clothed. I reached for a pair of clean trousers and a shirt from my bag. “I don’t want you here alone,” he explained. “Lovette is outside. She’ll take you to her apartment. Calla will join you.” Vassago pulled me in for a thorough kiss, then hastily gathered a few more things from his case.
“What’s happening?”
