Page 70 of The Demon's Delight
“You’ll get along with my sisters-in-law perfectly. You’re all birds of a feather.”
“In what way?” I chuckled as he maneuvered my body into a fully horizontal position, wrapping his arms around me as he lay his head on my stomach.
“You are all very powerful women.” I could feel his smile. “Rylan’s wife, Calla, is a tremendous earth witch, and Vassago’s wife, Greta, is a talented alchemist. I think in some ways they are stronger than my brothers.” He turned his mouth into my shirt, gently kissing me through the fabric before winding his fingers up under the hem. “And I think my brothers enjoy that fact. I know I do.”
“You do what?”
“Love knowing you could take me out if you wanted to, Moonflower.” He shivered, and heat flooded my veins as he slowly moved his hands and mouth up my body, taking my shirt with him as he went.
“You think I could?” I asked, voice shaky as he stopped to lavish my breasts with attention, the alternating heat of his mouth and chill of the night air making me squirm.
“Iknowyou could.” His voice had dropped to a growl and his horns had slipped out, both of which made my thighs clench together. Then he playfully bit around my nipple, and I gasped. None of this deterred him, however, on his quest to divest me of my clothes altogether. Then he stripped at my request once I was feeling overly exposed.
He bent one of my legs up, then the other, and settled his broad shoulders between them.
“What are you …?”
“Having my dessert. Everything was a bit rushed before, if you recall. I’m dying to know how you taste. Now I finally have an opportunity to find out.”
My eyes rolled back as he started to feast on me, his wicked tongue tracing along the edges before teasing inside. His hot breath and satisfied groans had me arching into his mouth, directing him to where I wanted more attention. He slung a forearm over my hips to keep me in place as he worked a pattern over my sensitive nub that had me making sounds deep in mythroat. My hips moved on their own, but he just applied more pressure to keep me exactly where he wanted me. He’d bring me right to the edge like that, getting me to the point where my thighs were shaking and I was whispering curses like prayers, then stop, only to lick me from top to bottom and back again, spearing me with his tongue again and again… then starting over.
It was torture.
“Is this my punishment then?” I asked, panting.
“Do you deserve punishment, Moonflower?” he growled before plunging his fingers inside me and sucking on my clit. “What is it you’ve done?”
I reached down and grabbed his horns with my hands, relying on them to keep me grounded. Seir growled, alternating licks and sucks while pumping two fingers in and out of me.
My thighs clamped around his ears, and I unintentionally pulled on his horns, the sensation intense as I came with a roar.
“Most delicious dessert I ever had,” he mumbled, looking up at me with eyes glowing gold, his mouth shiny as he licked his lips.
He held me steady until the shaking stopped, then dipped his head again, lavishing the curve of my waist and hip with kisses and nips from those sharp teeth of his.
Seir crawled up my body enough to press his chest against my stomach, then he slid his hands under me. His warm palms dragged down my back, fingers sinking into the flesh, pulling me closer, lower as I moved down the blankets. He bit along the edges of my breast playfully, making me twitch. I didn’t get very far, however, as he had me in a tight hold, tracing firmly from my shoulders to the curve of my ass.
Seir paused, turning my body slightly to the side, balancing me on my right hip. “What…” He frowned as he rubbed a fingertip over the thousands of tiny pinpoint scars that dottedalong my skin. They were hard to see unless you were right up close or intentionally felt for them.
“They don’t hurt,” I whispered, sad to have lost the passionate moment to my marks. “Not even at first. They just show up.”
“They just appear?”
“Yes. One for every time I use my healing power.”
His eyes snapped to mine, a mix of lust and concern swirling in the gold as he continued to explore the dots that were arranged in an oddly geometric pattern across my ribs. The tiny scars were positioned roughly in lines that followed my ribs, but also in noticeable sections that sometimes curved like a wave or swept up like an illustration of the wind. There was even a section near my spine that was mostly vertical. I hadn’t ever been able to puzzle out the reasoning behind the patterns, and it was only recently that they had spread from the left side to the right. I often wondered what would happen if or when I filled up every inch of skin on my body. Would I die? Would they start cramming into the empty space until I was one solid scar?
“There are so many, Moonflower. You’ve given so much.” He breathed out slowly through his nose, my marks clearly weighing on him. He scanned them again, tracing the edges with one finger. Then he smiled. “They look like wings a little. The way they’re settled just over this area.”
“You think so?”
“I do.” He gave me one of his soft smiles, the kind that stole my breath when they appeared, because they were a peek into the depth of his soul. When he drew an outline around the left side again, I felt what he meant about the shape of a wing. It wasn’t all that different from the outline of his sigil.
Seir’s hand splayed across my stomach as he gently kissed my marks, light feathery brushes, over and over again. His fingertips seemed restless, flexing against the soft flesh along myhip, digging in further as he discovered the softness there. His hand migrated south as he moved up toward my neck with his mouth, the playful nips back, his breathing heavier, intention clear.
My body began to tingle when he rolled me off my hip and onto my back, his mouth instantly finding mine and wasting no time consuming me. I shivered as his fingers stroked the skin to either side of my clit, trapping it between them.
He pulled away from my mouth, groaning deep in his throat. “Can you take me again, Moonflower?” His one hand strayed to his cock, pumping lazily as the other teased me further, one digit dipping just barely inside, leaving me desperate for more friction.
