Page 96 of The Demon's Pet

It was amazing.

I wanted so much more. I wanted to see him in incubus form, losing control. Both of his forms were so hot.

He chuckled, brushing back my hair. “So eager, little wolf.” He moved forward to kiss the sensitive spot just under my ear, and I gasped, arching back and writhing as much as his hold on my hands would let me.

“Oh gods, that’s intense,” I gasped out as he sucked and licked, then sucked harder so pain sparkled over my skin, covered by pleasure as his tongue stroked over it, his lips kissing it better.

I could already tell what this would be like with him. Pleasure and pain. Heat and fire.

Both of us trembling, trying not to go any faster.

“I could never… show you my incubus in this kind of situation,” he said, panting. “I told you it’s not safe.”

“Not ever?” I asked, staring up at him.

He shook his head. “I told you. I’d be out of control.”

“I don’t believe you,” I said, looking up at him stubbornly.

His lips pressed over mine almost savagely, and this time, when he claimed my mouth, he owned it. I could barely breathe, but I didn’t want him to stop.

When he pulled back, my legs were trembling.

“You can’t scare me,” I rasped out. “All I want is more. It feels so good.”

His eyes flashed red again. “Maybe I’ll bring my incubus out whether I want to or not.” He released my hands by my sides and stepped in close, pressing our bodies together as he reached up one hand to stroke through my long hair. “You’re so beautiful, and you don’t even know it.”

My eyes flashed at him. “I don’t want to know it. It’s done me no good. Only brought me trouble.”

He looked me over, nodding understandingly. “Beauty is dangerous, and you are gorgeous, no matter how you try to hide it. But as long as you’re with me, I’ll protect all of you, your beauty included.”

Pain pinged my heart at his unexpected sweetness, and suddenly, I just wanted him to be rough again.

“Can we go to your room? My room? Any room?” I asked. “It’s getting hard to stand…” I glanced down at my trembling legs, and he grinned.

“Usually, I would make a game of this. See how long I could torture you until you can’t stand anymore, till you’d fall to the ground without me holding you, till you couldn’t feel anything but the sheer need to orgasm.” He exhaled. “But not tonight.”

To my shock, he bent, shoved his shoulder into my waist, and picked me up, fireman style, carrying me down the hallway like a sack of potatoes.

Small potatoes.

I thumped his chest playfully. “This is not how you’re supposed to do it. It’s not princess style.”

He just laughed. “I’m a demon, not a prince.”

My heart raced in anticipation, and I got even a little bit wetter thinking about what would happen when we got to his room.

He opened the door and practically threw me on the bed, dropping me roughly. But my landing was soft on the mattress, amongst the luxurious silk covers.

He landed over me, trapping me with his hands at either side of my head.

“So possessive,” I said, laughing.

“Always,” he said. “I warned you about that.”

I leaned up, feeling bold, and nipped at his earlobe. “I’m not good at heeding warnings.”

“I know,” he said in a low growl. His eyes flickered red and black before settling on black again. “Why do you do this to me?”

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