Page 48 of The Fallen
Somethingis pushing against my hand.
“Oh, fuck,” I choke out as he begins to thrust and I feel his dick glide against my hand through my own body.
“You take my dick so well, little minx. It’s been a while since I’ve found a human who can take me in my normal form.”
I shiver at his words, his praise making my dick leak even more. How I haven’t combusted already is beyond me. I don’t have that much stamina.
The sound of his thighs slapping my ass is loud in the room, and my breath hitches every time he pauses long enough to push that knot of muscle against my hole, stretching me more and more.
And with each push I feel power coiling tighter inside me. The tether between us growing stronger and brighter. And an answering pulse farther away, a shimmering light I can see in my mind’s eye.
Asenath leans over me, his fist tight around my dick as he strokes faster. I’m almost too sensitive, but that edge is right there and my balls are hugging the base of my dick. “Almost there, minx. I need you to bear down.” Asenath says as he jackhammers into me.
His free hand clamps down on my hip and then he’s slamming into me hard. A high keening wail leaves my lips as he pushes the knot at the base of his dick inside me, my hole spasming as it stretches to accommodate that extra girth. The pain is almost too much, but his hand continues to pump me, rubbing across the head of my dick and teasing the bundle of nerves beneath my cockhead.
His tail pushes against my taint, the vibrating tip stimulating my prostate as my body finally gives up and my hole closes behind his knot — locking us together.
And that’s when I remember the tentacles. They run across my oversensitive rim, pushing inside and massaging my inner walls while his knot continues to peg my prostate. It’s too much.
A fall over that edge with a scream, thick ribbons of cum splashing across my chest as the orgasm makes me arch off the bed and my vision whites out.
Distantly I hear Asenath shout my name, his dick kicking inside me as he spills his release deep in my body. And with that final action, the power that has been building inside me spills outward.
Asenath collapses on top of me, breathing heavily.
I wrap my arms and legs around him in return, even though my muscles are shaking and I really want to roll over and go to sleep. He buries his face against the side of my neck, his dick still jerking rhythmically and right now it’s all I want. His weight on top of me, inside me, keeping me from flying apart.
“Get some sleep, little minx. By the time you wake the binding should be sealed,” Asenath says softly, getting to his elbows.
I blink up at him, my eyes having trouble focusing. The movement jostles me, reminding me that I’m still very much impaled on him, and I expect him, at any moment, to pull out.
Instead, he leans back enough to bring one of my legs to the other side of his waist. With slow movements he manages to lie down behind me, arms wrapping around my body to hold me close. With a sigh, he throws a leg over my waist and buries his nose in my hair, breathing deep.
I wiggle my ass, feeling that giant knot at my entrance keeping the demon bound to me. I guess I get to be a cock warmer tonight. And really, I’m not all that upset about it.Feeling this full, this safe, keeps the worry at bay. Keeps me from being terrified. I can deal with everything tomorrow.
CHAPTER 9
The first thing I notice when I finally drag myself out of sleep is that I’m sore. Not inI need emergency surgerysore, but having been thoroughly fucked. The second thing is that my ass is very, very empty.
And wet.
Groaning, I slowly stretch, cataloging each part of me that is stiff. Minus that body part. My dick can just wait for a bit before it gets any more attention.
Asenath pads softly into the room, a washcloth in his hands.
“What’s that for?” I ask with a yawn, damn near jumping out of my skin when he gently begins wiping me down, paying particular attention to my ass.
“Can you feel him?”
I stop moving, the previous night rushing back to me in excruciating detail. I’m an absolutely horrible friend to be luxating in the morning after the best sex of my life instead of trying to find Ben.
But on the tail of that crushing guilt is the realization that magic hums beneath my skin. I have always been able to feel my power, a gentle wave of energy that I can manipulate for myspellwork. But what I feel now is like the sun, a burning tidal wave of power that will easily pull me under and drown me.
But it’s tamed, Asenath’s magic tethering the immense power so that it doesn’t overwhelm me. And another, fainter tether is pulling me toward downtown.
“I feel Ben,” I gasp out, bolting off the bed.
Asenath doesn’t stop me as I throw clothes on, not caring if they are clean or not. But when I rush to leave the safe house that Dean Hayes insisted we stay in. I stop and look over my shoulder at the still very naked demon.
