Page 59 of The Demon Prince's Accidental Mate
“I don’t know,” I said, my feelings on the matter more than a little confused and twisted. “Belial.”
He made a face.
“What?”
“I liked it when you called me Bee,” he said, looking away.
“Don’t your friends ever call you that?”
The snort could have blown me over. “Being a demon and having friends don’t exactly go hand in hand. I have several people I trust not to want to kill me. Calling them a friend would be a stretch.”
“I’m sorry to hear that,” I said, patting his shoulder. “Everyone needs friends. Even demons.”
“I would like to be your friend,” he said, his voice a hair taut.
I chewed on my lip for a moment before replying. “Is thatallyou want to be? Friends?”
“No,” he said immediately and with confidence.
“What else do you want to be?” I asked, trying to keep my voice from going hoarse at the nervous tension inside me.
“Yours,” he growled possessively after a moment of thought. “I want to be yours, Lily.”
“You would give yourself to a human?” I pointed out, holding my breath as I awaited his reply.
Was that really what I wanted? Did I have any idea what I was getting myself into? Probably not, but I couldn’t deny the inner turmoil his words had evoked within me. Not to mention a reciprocating desire.
“Not just any human,” he rumbled confidently. “But toyou, Lilith, I would give my everything. Under one condition.”
The breath I’d just started to take caught in my throat at that last. “What condition?” I somehow managed to get out, though I was fairly certain my voice sounded like a dying frog.
Thankfully, Belial didn’t seem to notice. Or if he did, he didn’t care.
“That you becomemine,” he growled, his fingers tightening over my jaw ever so slightly. Just enough to make my heart skip several beats.
“Are you sure that’s what you want?” I asked. “To be with a boring baker who goes to bed at eight and wakes up at three every morning? Comes home sweaty and smelling of flour and sweets?”
Belial hesitated, but only for a moment before his lips curved into a mischievous grin.
“What?” I asked warily.
“Oh, nothing,” he said, stepping closer, letting his fingers slide from my jaw, down my neck, and across my collarbone, bringing goosebumps wherever they went. “I was just thinking about how much I like to eat sweets.”
The wink that followed was not only one of the lewdest things he’d ever done but also one of the hottest. My thighs immediately burned with fresh heat and desire, practically parting right there on the street corner. The waters of the Niagara River raging past below threatened to be eclipsed by the one forming between my legs. All because of one corny joke.
How could I ever pretend I wasn’t interested in him when he could get me going just like that? Sure, he was a demon. But did that actually matter to me? Yes, he wasn’t human, but more and more, all I ever saw wasBee.Belial was the demon prince of the Underworld.
Bee wasmine.
“And if you think your life will be nothing but baking with me around, you’re in for a surprise,” he added just a bit nervously.
“Promises, promises,” I said throatily. “You should follow through on one before making another.”
My response, at last, renewed his wavering confidence, and he outright grinned. “Right here? There are so many people around. I wasn’t aware you were into that …”
I stuck out my tongue. “I’m not.”
“Oh,” he said, pretending to be crestfallen.
