Page 108 of All the Devils are Here

There was no way.

Oh.

My entire body flared with need.

Amazing how something you already knew could suddenly hit you differently. I’d already known there was no escaping my mate. But knowing it and suddenly feeling this delicious sense of inevitability?

It stole the breath which was already scarce from running.

Bursting out of the trees, I was on the beach again. I must have curved around—the distance across the island was much larger. Too exposed. Too open. I dove back into the trees and came face to face with a pair of yellow eyes, staring at me from a tree branch.

He was in a fuckingtree. Just watching.

Oh my god, he was toying with me.

I took off, pushing myself as fast as my body could go for whatever I had left, and he was behind me. His big form hit the ground, and I felt the impact. No looking back.

No looking back.

He was so much faster. I felt him gaining. My legs and lungs burned, and I threw everything I had into keeping up my speed, but it wasn’t enough. He was right there. Leaping, catching my skirt with his claws and pulling me to the ground before landing over me, legs on either side.

I turned over to face him and scrambled backwards. Ban followed in that smooth, feline gait, not at all concerned with me trying to get away. And I wasn’t going to fight him. Not now. Not when those golden eyes were pinning me to the spot as if I were bound there.

One huge paw landed on my chest, gentle, even with the claws shredding my clothes like they were nothing. The lazy, casual arrogance of the movement sent lust twisting through me.

That was the key.

Magic flickered in the air, and he shifted to his familiar human-like form, demeanor still more animal than man. “Eat you alive,” he said roughly, before shoving my legs apart and licking me with that infernal tongue I couldn’t get enough of.

I was so turned on, I nearly came at the first stroke. Ban was feasting on me, tongue fucking me,eatingme just like he promised. I broke open, giving him what he wanted, and he didn’t stop. He drank every last drop, the sounds caught between a growl and a purr.

He crawled over me, mouth wet and shining with me, and leaned close. “Mine.”

“Yours,” I whispered. “But I can still run.”

I watched the humanity drain from his eyes, replaced with his beast. “If you run, I will not be gentle.”

For the last few moments before he could feel everything I felt, I savored the element of surprise. I knew he wouldn’t be gentle.

I didn’t want him to be.

What I wanted was who Caliban was in his entirety. So even though it was futile and pointless, I pushed him off me and launched upwards, sprinting away from him. His roar followed me, and I barely made it to full speed before Ban caught me and brought me to the ground.

He was still in human form, breaking our fall before he was on me. Pushing me onto my back and pushing my legs up and back so I was nearly in half before plunging into me. His cock was pleasure and pain. So fast it ached, and big enough to make me shudder. Already so wet, he slammed to the hilt, pinning me to the ground with his cock.

And in one motion, he placed his mouth where my neck met my shoulder and bit down.

Pain like fire ruthlessly tore through me, erasing everything and sweeping me away. The now familiar sensation of unraveling and melting and being remade all together with Ban. I felt him in my chest next to Ariel. But right now he was so much stronger.

The bond was dark and filled with pure, feral need. Desire cut deeper than the fangs in my neck. A hunger that eclipsed everything else. Me. I was his.

Ban didn’t release me. Holding me down with mouth and cock, he fucked me.

He wasn’t gentle.

Every driving thrust was his entire shaft, hips slamming against mine, the slap of bodies loud in the darkness. Every pull back was a whirlwind of pleasure, spines and ridges of his cock sending me into a place of pleasure as pure as his lust.

Magic shivered against my skin, and just like my gargoyle, he shifted. Partially. His cock changed even as he buried himself to the hilt over and over. Ariel was right. His spines were bigger now. They dragged against me, torturous, glorious, heaven on fucking earth.

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