Page 83 of All the Devils are Here

Her hips lifted toward my mouth, chasing the sensation even though she was spent. She was almost done, but the beast in me knew I could take her further. Push my mate to the brink she needed, even if she wasn’t aware of it.

I eased my cock into her again, loving the way her body fluttered around me. “Laurent.” My name was a moaned whisper, and if I wasn’t already made of fucking stone, it would have made me harder.

Her lips weren’t nearly swollen enough. I kissed her, tasting the sweetness of her mouth and letting my mate taste her own arousal. “I’m here, sweetheart. And you feel so fucking good.”

Rocking into her, I felt her gasp beneath my lips. Now, I could let myself go. I didn’t want my knot inside her while she was lying face down. No, I needed to see my mate’s face again when she felt it. And felt what I was going to do to it.

Lifting a hand, I wrapped it around her throat. Meg was so deep in her own mind, stripped back to her own instincts—ones she wasn’t even aware of because having mates was so new to her. My hand around her throat, the last piece she was clinging to let go.

“Ohhhh…” She let out a soft moan.

I brushed my lips over hers. “Good girl. Good girl, sweetheart.”

And I took her again.

Fucking her exactly like I’d wanted to for years. I pulled back and added a second hand to her throat, driving myself deeper. Her hands clung to my arms, pussy clinging to my cock, and I let the pleasure rise up.

“Fuck, Meg.” I nearly lost my rhythm because it was so fucking good so fucking good so fucking— “FUCK.”

My voice was an echoing roar, and I plunged my cock as far as it could go, my knot locking inside her. Wave after wave of heat rolled through me. The primal need to fill my mate with cum subsided, and my monster receded a bit.

She was so fucking beautiful, spread out and wrecked beneath me. Sated.Mine.

I kissed her again. “You still with me, Meg?”

“Mhmm.”

Her hand laid on the bed, and I picked it up. Sure enough, the violet magic under her skin receded under my gaze. Not far, and not enough for my liking, but it was good enough for now.

“You sure?”

“Yeah.” Her voice cracked, and she cleared her throat. “I’m good. Super good. I’m great.”

I laughed softly. “I love you not being able to put words together, sweetheart. Means I fucked all of them right out of you.”

She sighed and lazily lifted her arms to drape around my neck. Her gaze was still unfocused, and it was clear her arms were weak, but she was with me. I loved this woman with every fiber of my being, and had for longer than I’d been willing to admit.

“Meg?”

A small sound.

“Did Christine tell you about gargoyle knots?”

Her giggle brought a smile to her lips, but for the first time, her eyes truly focused on me again. “A little. She didn’t share as much as I wanted her to.”

“Did she tell you what happens if I fuck you again while it’s already inside you?”

Around my knot, her pussy contracted. I groaned, pleasure spearing through me. If she did that a few more times I wouldn’t evenneedto fuck her again. I would just come.

“No,” she whispered. “What happens?”

I lowered my mouth to her chest, kissing between her breasts. “It gets bigger. Takes longer to subside. And it gives both of us much more pleasure.”

Meg’s eyes went wide. “How can it be bigger?”

My little mate didn’t even realize the trap she’d walked into. “I thought you’d never ask.”

Bringing my hand to her throat once more, I rolled my hips and began to take my mate.

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