Page 34 of My Demon Charming

I blow out the candles in the opposite order they were lit and smudge the edges of the circle, breaking the barriers and the connection Lucian has to me.

Lucian stares at me.

“Thank you,” he mouths and falls back, vanishing in a blaze of fire before I even say thank you back. Or goodbye.

The weight in my stomach retreats, replaced by an emptiness, a hollowness, in my chest.

I watch the bed for seconds, minutes, hours maybe. I can keep it together. I can live without him. I’ve been doing it all my life. I know I can. I can fight this pain. I can tame it.

“My darling boy, why are you crying? Did you miss me?” The voice comes from behind me, and no sooner than I turn around does he grab me around the waist and kiss me.

“You’re back.” I can barely breathe, but somehow, I manage to speak.

Maybe I’m just hallucinating.

“Of course I am. I told you. You’re my soulmate, darling boy. And I’m going nowhere.”

“Good. ‘Cause we won’t let you.” The monster speaks through me, but I can’t complain. I won’t complain. It’s exactly what I was thinking. It’s exactly how I feel.

I pull him back in for a kiss.

He brings his hands around to my butt cheeks, lifts me off the floor—his erection rubbing against my growing one—and carries me to the bed.

He puts me down. I look up at him. Goosebumps cover my body under his watch, but I welcome the feeling.

“I want you,” I tell him. “I want you in all your glory.”

I open my legs, and one of the tentacles wraps its tip around my cock, making me even harder.

Lucian licks his lips.

His wings materialize behind him, and he climbs into the bed.

Gorgeous.

Don’t I know it.

I wrap my hands around his waist and grab his cock with another tentacle. He moans in my mouth, and it reverberates through me.

His wings flutter above the bed, and I use my monster extremities to touch them. Their soft texture is so decadent against my suckers that I cry out, and I don’t care if anyone hears me. There’s no one to hear me. No one I’m afraid of anymore.

I stroke us both and use my free tentacles to explore the rest of his body as he kisses me. I wrap around his legs, his hands. With each restraint, his groans become more intense. I guide him to my entrance. Another tentacle rubs against my taint, leaving behind a slick trail that makes my pucker wet and throbbing.

I drive him inside me and put my arms around his neck. I want him so close it hurts both of us. I want him so close we become one.

He breathes into me and that only makes the heat within me more scorching. And the fact that I can feel every inch of his body with all my extra appendages makes my desire even more dangerous.

His cock breaches my ring of muscle, and we moan in unison. His wings flutter, and I feel his grip around my waist tighten as we soar above the bed.

Four of my tentacles are holding his hands and feet, the fifth is stroking me off, and two more wrap around Lucian’s hips.

Fuck. How good can this get?

We ain’t even started.

The eighth tentacle slips between Lucian’s legs, teasing his entry. I feel the muscle of his hole pulse against my suckers but even more so in my mouth as Lucian’s breathing intensifies.

“Is this okay?” I ask him.

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