Total pages in book: 18
Estimated words: 15966 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 80(@200wpm)___ 64(@250wpm)___ 53(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 15966 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 80(@200wpm)___ 64(@250wpm)___ 53(@300wpm)
Something wild and untamed stirred inside me. My life had been filled with lies, each one a tether that tried to pull me deeper into madness. But I’d had enough. That’s why I left. Why I ran.
But the demon… he hadn’t deceived me. He told me exactly what he was and what he wanted. And I believed him.
His massive form shifted, the firelight dancing across the ridges of his muscles and over his dark horns, causing them to gleam. I clenched my inner muscles as wetness dripped down my inner thighs, my pussy tingling with want and my clit swollen and throbbing in time with my pulse.
My breath caught in my throat, and my heartbeat hammered. Hard, instant realization took root in me.
I wanted to deny what I felt. I wanted to scream that I was still afraid, that he disgusted me.
But overriding all of that, there was some deep, primal part inside me that knew what I wanted… and needed.
Silence stretched between us, thick with unspoken words close to my lips and threatening to come out with the weight of something I didn’t dare name.
Something that teased me about not truly wanting to leave.
Unspoken words and feelings that screamed one thing.
I want this demon to claim me.
CHAPTER SIX
Geraldine
Reining my thoughts back in and focusing on my grumbling stomach, I took in the meal the demon placed in front of me. It was simple but smelled delicious. I ate every morsel. But when he handed me a horned cup filled with a sweet liquid, I hesitated before finally taking a sip. The warmth spread through me instantly, a slow, languid heat that made my limbs feel heavy and my mind a little hazy.
I’d never tasted anything quite like it, but it was definitely fermented. By the time I finished half of it, I felt looser, lighter, and my thoughts drifted toward things I had no business imagining.
Like doing things with him. And wondering how it would feel for him to touch me.
I looked at the demon and saw he already watched me.
His gaze was unwavering, his molten, glowing eyes tracking every little shift and movement I made. His unrelenting attention should have unnerved me, but instead, it sent a different kind of shiver down my spine.
I was aroused—still—and my need for something more from him overrode everything else that should have taken priority.
His power was coiled just beneath the surface. The demon was a predator at rest.
“What are you called?” I asked, wanting to know more about him.
“I have no name. I am just ‘Mate’ to you.”
My heart pounded as I continued to stare at him. He sat atop thick furs on the floor, his impossibly broad back against the lair’s wall. His legs were bent, and his powerful arms rested on his knees. I couldn’t help but notice his cocks bobbing, rubbing, massaging against each other, milking his seed with every movement. I couldn’t tear my eyes from the sight. I almost reached under my shift to play with my swollen, drenched pussy.
“My pretty little mate,” he murmured in that strange voice of his. He lifted a hand and curled a clawed finger, beckoning me forward. “Come to me.”
The words were low but absolute. He knew I wouldn't deny him. My mind said no, but my body was the one in control. My limbs obeyed before I could stop myself or protest what in the hell I was doing, like I was drawn to him by an unseen force.
I was on my hands and knees and crawled toward him, feeling so small and fragile compared to how large this creature was. I didn’t know why I hadn’t stood and walked over to him and instead crawled to him like he was a puppeteer and I was on his strings.
A deep growl rumbled from him, and I swore his eyes glowed brighter. I lowered my gaze to his cocks, seeing the members throb and leak at the tips. I licked my lips, wanting—needing—a taste. He growled again, the sound vibrating through my bones.
He was primitive and possessive, and it had my pulse fluttering wildly.
I was only a foot from him when I stilled, my hands braced against the furs, my fingers curling along the soft hides. Before I could even take another breath in, the demon’s massive hands curled around my waist and hauled me onto his lap as if I weighed nothing.
A gasp left me, and I pressed my palms against the firm, warm expanse of his chest. He was hot and all muscle, and my pussy muscles clenched involuntarily.
“So tiny,” he murmured, his voice thick with something I couldn't name. “So delicate.”
I felt him slide those clawed fingers up my side, heard the way their sharpness sliced right through the material of my gown. I tensed when the demon curled one large hand around my throat. The air from the cave brushed along the exposed skin of my side, and I gasped slightly at the feel of his talons grazing the sensitive skin of my neck.