Page 11 of The Demon's Vow
Embarrassed, I returned my attention to my drink. “Ignore me. I was just joking.” I took a deep breath and drank. It wasn’t bad, and it filled me up. I finished it in a few gulps, and the empty cup was immediately plucked from my hands.
Goldie moved behind me, holding blue robes. “Please come out of the water, Master Lukas. Our Lord awaits you in his chambers.”
I got up and let them dry and dress me. The silky material felt cool and nice on my skin, but my stomach was in knots—a jumbled mess of fear, anxiety, and resigned acceptance.
With gentle hands, they guided me to a large mirror. Emerald produced a comb and began working it through my damp, blond hair. He styled it, arranging the curls artfully around my forehead and temples in a way that was both elegant and strangely natural. Then, Ruby approached with a small object containing pink powder. Before I could protest, she was dabbing it lightly on my cheeks with her fingers.
“It is only to add a little bit of color to your cheeks, Master Lukas,” she murmured.
I stood there, frozen, as they fussed over me. “See?” Goldie said, pleased. I had been avoiding my reflection. I hesitated but finally looked. Before me was a version of myself I thought possible only in heavily filtered photos or wishful thinking. Goldie and Emerald each took one of my hands. “We will escort you to our Lord.”
I simply nodded. What could I say? With one last glance at my reflection, I let them lead me.
Chapter 7
OROBAS
Ipaced around my chambers, waiting for my mate to be delivered to me by my attendants. My patience was waning, and while I had every right to go in and drag him out myself, I knew there was virtue in waiting. I glanced toward my doors. The moment he crossed that threshold, he would be mine.
As if summoned by my thoughts, the doors swung open, and there he stood.
My breath caught, and I was filled with an odd sensation, foreign and almost painful. The attendants had done their work well—too well. My eyes drank him in. A faint blush colored his cheeks, but it did nothing to hide the wariness in his wide, mortal eyes. He was biting his full lower lip. My mate was nervous. An intense, possessive feeling gripped me. His beauty still struck me. There was a reason I was pulled to the surface world. There was a purity, a radiance, in him that belonged in the high, bureaucratic heavens I so despised. A fallen angel trapped in the demon’s clutches. He stood out in my dark chamber like a single, bright star in an endless night.
My two attendants bowed deeply. “We present you Master Lukas,” they chimed in unison before turning and gliding from the room, the doors falling shut behind them. We were alone.
The silence they left was broken only by his frantic, rabbit-quick pulse, and I glanced down to see it fluttering at the base of his throat. My patience evaporated, replaced by hunger.
The moment he crossed the threshold, he became mine. And now, it was time he understood that.
I closed the distance between us in two quick strides. His eyes widened, but he was rooted to the spot, prey caught in a predator’s gaze. I raised my hand and cupped the nape of his neck, my thumb settling over that frantic pulse point. His skin was warm, and at my touch, a sharp gasp escaped his parted lips. It was all the invitation I needed. I leaned in and captured his lips with mine.
For a few moments, there was resistance. A muffled sound of protest against my lips, his hands came up, pressing flat against my chest in a futile attempt to push me away. The struggle was delicious, that spark of fire and stubbornness I saw in him earlier was alive and well.
I did not yield; it only spurred me on. I deepened the kiss, my thumb stroking a slow, possessive circle on his neck, squeezing it gently, reminding him who was in charge. I kept a firm hold on him as I licked into his mouth, shoving my tongue deep. His mouth was sweet like honey, and I also tasted the special wine he drank. But beneath it all, there was something uniquely him—and it drove me insane. It was a taste I had been starved of for millennia.
The tension in his body broke. The pushes against my chest softened, his hands curling into my robes, holding on. Soft sighs and moans escaped his mouth, and his lips softened and began to move tentatively against mine. He was giving in. His surrender was just as intoxicating as any conquest I could have had by taking it by force. I gentled the kiss, a small reward for his obedience.Give in, sweet boy. There’s no turning back.
I broke the kiss. He tried to follow, chasing the kiss as a small, pitiful whine left his lips.
“Sweet Lukas. Don’t try to resist, and I will give you everything.” I trailed my hands across his cheeks. His chest was rising and falling with each deep breath he took, and his eyes were blown wide—all from a kiss. An amused huff left me. This boy, for his initial bravado, was quite inexperienced. My eyes roamed over his body. My cock hardened as the scent of his arousal hit my nose. It was intoxicating.
“Look, my boy,” I purred. I reached down to palm him through his robes. He was already hard and leaking, leaving a damp spot on the silk. I squeezed gently, feeling him twitch in my hands. I licked my lips.
“Ah! Don’t?—”
“Your mind may not be ready,” I whispered against his ear as I tightened my grip just shy of painful, “but your body knows better.”
“Let go of me!” He tried to step back. Defiance and arousal etched across his face.
I raised my eyebrows in mock surprise. I squeezed his cock harder once more, this time eliciting a sharp cry and tears.
Oh, his beautiful tears.
The sight of them, and the vulnerability on his face, snapped something deep within me.
His breath hitched with soft sobs. I followed a single tear rolling down his face. I reached over and started to lick. “Glorious!”
With a quick, sharp tug, I ripped his garment apart. Ribbons of fabric fell onto my polished floor like fallen leaves, baring him completely. He stood before me, his chest heaving, skin flushed from his neck to his cheeks. My mate was lean and athletic, with fairly defined abs that tapered to a narrow waist. His human cock wasbeautiful. Nestled in wiry dark brown hair, thecockhead flushed and pink, hard and against his belly. Perfectly proportioned to his size. His nipples, I noted with delight, were also pink and erect like his little cock.
