Page 12 of Knotted
“You lying, conniving, manipulative piece of shit!” I stormed into the dining room Asmodeus had turned into an office. He was sitting at the table with the femme fatale demon standing beside him again. She let out an exaggerated gasp. We both ignored her as the demon lord gave me a wide smile that was absolutely terrifying in the werewolf form.
I was too angry to be scared.
“You made this morning happen. You manipulated me and then pretended to be the good guy. You are the lowest type of scum.” I’d picked up a vase I’d bought from the dollar store years ago and threw it at him. He dodged but there was some satisfaction in the crash it made against the wall.
“You dare attack our lord?” The female demon gasped.
“Damn fucking right I dare.” I picked up a coffee mug left on the side table and threw it. He deflected it and it smashed into the demon assistant’s stomach. Good.
“What is it you’re accusing me of, my love?” He shovedback from the table, ignoring the injured demon beside him.
“I’m not your love.” I ground out. When he was within touching distance I grabbed his wrist and tugged him out of the room and away from his demon assistant.
“You’re my queen and one day I’ll take you to our palace and worship you in all the ways you deserve.” He nipped at my shoulder when I came to a stop. I released him and stepped away, ignoring the flash of heat that went through me.
I spun to face him. My hands on my hips and my glare firmly on his lying face. Anger blazed through me so hot I was surprised I hadn’t burst into flames.
How had it taken me so long to realize the demon lord of all sex demons had manipulated his way into my bed? Clover had told us about how Candy had invaded her dreams while still in her stuffed candy corn form. Clover said it was some of the best sex she’s ever had, and she woke up the horniest she’d ever felt in her life.
Just like I’d woken up that morning. When he’d been so conveniently there to help me out.
“You fucked me in my dream so I would fuck you in real life.” I accused him. His eyes blazed heat and I fought not to step back. I wasn’t going to cower before him. He already owned my soul. What more could he take from me? I had nothing more to fear from him.
“Dreaming of me, love?” His voice was dangerously low. He slid the back of his claws down the column of my neck and I fought back a shudder at the gentle touch and implied threat. “How sweet.”
“There was nothing sweet about it. You manipulated me!” I poked a finger into his chest, drilling the digit through the fur and into the muscle. “You took advantage.”
He grabbed my hand and wrapped it behind my back, pulling me into and against him. “I didn’t take anything not offered. I gave you the option to stop me. I told you to stop me.”
I struggled against his grip, squirming against his body. It was a mistake. My nipples came to attention and my breathing sped up. I could feel Asmodeus growing hard between us.
“Anything you dreamed was on you. I have not, and will not meddle in your head. When I claim you, it will be because you’ve chosen me.”
“I’ll never choose you.” I spat, jerking against him.
Those claws on my neck again, curling around it. I stilled, not wanting to tempt fate, or the devil, and have my throat ripped out. My pulse pounded through my body, a dangerous mix of fear and lust. When I squirmed against his body, it had nothing to do with escape.
“Oh, fuck it.” One moment I was pinned against a seven-foot furry werewolf. The next moment I was pressed against a nearly as tall demon. I barely had a chance to glance before I was pulled impossibly closer and his mouth crashed down on mine. I had an impression of black and red but then I was lost to the kiss.
It was angry and demanding. His tongue forced its way past my lips to tangle with mine. Teeth sank into my lip and I yelped. My free arm went up to curl around the back of his neck, buried under black curls. I yanked him down toward me, pressing us impossibly tighter.
What the hell are you doing, girl? The sane part of my brain yelled at me. But I was too far gone. I ignored the voice of sanity and sank into the moment.
His hand released my arm. Both slid down my sides, and over my hips to cup my ass. As was bent in half to reachme as he hauled me off my feet and up against his hard torso. I yelped.
“Too heavy.” I gasped, pushing against his shoulders.
“I’m a demon, love.” Human-like teeth sank into my neck. “I can do things your mortal lovers couldn’t even imagine.”
He lowered me to grind my pussy against his bare, rigid cock. I whined and moved against him. My pants and underwear were in the way of me getting what my aching cunt needed.
“You may not want me, yet, but you’re a little slut for my cock and what I can do to you.” Asmodeus said, sliding me against him until the seam of my leggings were damp in my cream and his pre-cum. My insides quivered.
“It’s okay,” He changed his grip on me and the next thing I knew, he was driving his claws through my clothing until they brushed against overly-sensitive skin. The sound of rending cotton filled the air as he shredded my leggings.
“Holy shit.” I muttered, pressing my soaked cunt against his cock. I leaned back, trusting him to hold me, and looked down between our bodies.
He was lean and muscular and I wanted to lick the little dips that framed his hips. His cock was the same as when he was in werewolf form. So red, thick, and veiny. It was fascinating and beautiful.
