Page 29 of Demonic Prince

The kiss turns into something devouring. Something that sucks the tension from me and leaves me in a warm haze. Lightning shivers through my nerves. When my knees buckle, he holds me against his chest.

He breaks the kiss.

His eyes burn with bright fire. His silver skin looks lustrous. When I reach for him, he pins my arm against the stone.

“Wait.” His throat works as he swallows hard. “Don’t want to take too much.”

I’m not that weak. “More.”

“You’re shaking.”

“Fuck you.” I slur the words, as if I’m drunk.

I slide my free hand down his sculpted torso. The bruises have disappeared. Healed by his incubus powers. When I reach his flat stomach, he grabs me by the wrist before I can explore lower.

“Pyrah.” He’s stronger than me. Damn him. “Enough.”

With him pinning me against the wall, a secret, dark part of me wants him to fuck me. But I know it’s just because I’m in heat.

“Release me.” I hurl the words in his face.

“No.” He shakes his head. “Not until I can trust you.”

“What the hell?”

He lets go of my wrist and reaches for the aellurium chains at his belt.

“No!” I hate how my voice cracks. “Not those fucking chains again!”

Rook holds the aellurium in his fist. “Will you fight me without them?” He speaks in a low, intense murmur.

I bare my teeth. “I want to fight you now.”

“Pyrah. Don’t leave me no choice.”

Breathing hard, I try to yank my arm free. He tightens his grip and holds me against the wall. I’m tempted to shift into a dragon and knock him off his feet.

“You want me to help you?” I grit out the words. “Don’t treat me like a prisoner.”

His jaw hardens. “An alliance between a monster and a monster hunter?”

It hurts to hear him call me a monster. “Yes.”

“Will you do as I command?”

“I’m not yours to command.”

His eyes flame. “Agree to this alliance and you will be. Understand?”

A shiver runs down my spine. Is he asking me to surrender to him? I know he hasn’t claimed me, but it hits me in the gut the same way.

I clench my hands. “Yes,” I say again.

He lets go of me and the chains at the same time. The aellurium slithers from his hand and pools on the floor of the cave. My heart’s still pounding as he retreats. He picks his shirt off the ground and tugs it over his head, pretending like he didn’t just kiss me or consume my lust. After putting on his shirt, he returns the chains to his belt without looking at me. He must not believe I won’t betray him later.

He’s an incubus. He must have tasted how much I want him.

So how can he act so cold?

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