Page 41 of Deranged Demons

“Your other mates might have fooled themselves into thinking they can resist you,” Dante goes on. “But it’s only a matter of time. We all need each other. That’s the nature of the fated mates bond.”

I smirk at the tortured sound in Dante’s voice. Dante, the leader of his clan, heartbreaker of Seral. “Are you saying youneedme, Dante?” I say, coyly.

I expect him to respond with a smart remark, but he brings his lips to the shell of my ear. “Yes,princess.” The words are a guttural rasp, and my heart stutters.

“You could end up like Kai,” I say, uncrossing my arms as my defenses waver. “By being with me, you could end up in the shadow realm.”

“I could,” he agrees, and I gasp as his tail wraps around my thigh and squeezes. His invisible fingers press against the front of my pants, his thumb hooking into the material below my belly button. “But I won’t. You’re mymate,Blake.”

Desire races through me, but to my right, I see a flicker of movement between the trees. I squint, but there’s no one there.

“It’s not worth the risk,” I tell Dante. “Not until I have all my mates here.”

His fingers press harder against the front of my pants, and my lips part.

“Give in, princess. I’ve waited too long for you to realize that you’re mine. Let me give you this.”

“If you die, it won’t help me.”

He chuckles. “Then it’s a good thing I’m not planning on dying.”

His tail tightens on my thigh as his hand slides into the front of my pants, a single finger swiping through my wetness. “Stop,” I rasp, but the sensation of him touching me is too good, and my stomach damn near cramps from the sudden rush of pleasure.

“Everythin’ all right, gorgeous?” Nate calls out from back at the campfire.

“Fuck,” I breathe as Dante adds another finger, swiping along my core. He kisses a path up my neck and behind my ear.

“I bet even from here the shifter can smell how ready you are,” Dante says with a slow drawl. “You should tell him to join us.”

An image of both Dante and Nate works into my head, and more wetness pools between my thighs. “And have him die as well? I don’t think so.”

“I’m sure he’d happily take the risk,” Dante chuckles darkly. “Do you still want me to stop?” He continues to tease me, circling his fingers around my entrance, and pushing only his fingertips inside me. Touching. Teasing. Testing me.

“No,” I say, desperate for more even though I’m annoyed at how out of control he’s making me feel.

“Gorgeous?” Behind me, I hear Nate approaching, and I curse. “Are you sure you’re all right?” the shifter asks uncertainly.

“Tell me, princess,” Dante whispers seductively into my ear, not at all fazed by the shifter who can’tsee him. “Tell me you want my fingers inside you. Fucking you.Fillingyou.”

I whip my head back toward Nate. “Yes, I’m—” I start to answer his question, but Dante must think I’m responding to him, because he pushes a long finger deep inside me.

Holy Lady Fate.

“Fuck. You’re so soft,” Dante snarls in my ear as he starts working it in and out of me and adds another finger. I’m wound so tight I almost whimper.

“Blake?” Nate prompts. He’s still closer to the campfire than he is to me.

“I…I just need some time to myself right now,” I rush out, and Nate stops where he is. His brow furrows with confusion, his features tight. Even Prince Callan looks uncomfortable as he stares from where he’s still sitting. Right then I thank Lady Fate that they don’t know about Dante’s power. If they did, they’d probably realize what was happening. Shade stays silent, and I tell myself she’s oblivious, too.

“Okay…” Nate says, dragging out the word.

“We’ll move on soon,” I squeeze out as Dante uses his thumb to massage my clit.

Nate stares at me for a beat longer, but I give him a strained smile and turn from him, facing the park again. For a moment, I’m afraid Nate will come over to talk to me, but Prince Callan makes a snide remark to the shifter, and I listen as Nate moves back and sits down.

Thank the lady.The feeling of relief isfleeting as Dante pumps his fingers into me, moving his hand faster. “Give in, princess,” he begs as his other hand reaches up to squeeze my breast, and I bite my bottom lip hard to stop from moaning as his hard cock prods my back.

I swear I see movement across the park again, but I’m too consumed by the feeling of Dante’s hands on me. Of his fingers,inme. I know I should force him off. I should stop him, before this gets out of control. The last thing I want is one of my mates ending up dead, but the scent of apricots and cardamon closes in on me, pleasure obliterating all other thoughts from my mind. I squeeze my eyes shut, biting my bottom lip so hard that I taste blood as I near my release.

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