Page 5 of My Best Friend is a Demon

She eyes me, her teeth sinking into her lower lip. “You say claiming. What does that mean?”

“It means that I burn you with my essence, Angel. You will wear my brand for the rest of your life. When we become one, our breath mates, our entire being becomes one. Our hearts will beat as one. Our minds will become able to talk to each other and the fates will meld our souls. You will live as long as me. You will never be human again.”

Her pale eyes widen and I see the unsure way she taps her fingers on her lush hips. “You don’t need to decide tonight.” Although the sooner I can make her mine, the safer she’ll be.

“Can we make love without you claiming me?”

My belly sinks to the floor. “Of course. But I saw the look on your face, Angel. You were scared. You are afraid of what I really look like. And when I make love to you, you will see my soul whether I claim you or not. I can’t hide from you.”

Her dainty little chin lifts. “I’m not scared of what you look like. I’m scared that you’re not going to be happy with me. I’m nobody special. I saw your soul and you are special. You’re unique and perfect just the way you are. Your dark eyes are deeper than the ocean and your body is so…well, you look like a bodybuilder under all that you’re hiding. I’m not. I’m just soft. Squishy.”

I move to her and shake my head. “You’re perfect. You can’t be anything but perfect to me. I see you. I see all of you.”

Her blue eyes look up at me. “Can you make love to me, Anders? I’ve never been with a man and I can’t help but think that’s because I was waiting for you. It’s always been you.”

“It will always be you, mate. I can wait to claim you.” I hope, I add to myself. I know I’m a bastard but hopefully I can resist the pull to have her as my own for eternity.

“Then take me. For now. Make me feel what it feels to be owned by a demon.”

“Oh,” I smirk. “That I can do, mate. That I can do.”

ANGEL

His hands are fire on my skin. Heat flickers under his tan skin and it shimmers like ghostly flames under my skin everywhere he touches.

His fingers dance along my hip and then back up to wrap around my breast and I gasp, my head falling back. His tongue flicks out to run along his firm lips and I jump when I see the fork of his tongue. He grins and then leans down to delicately trace my lips, groaning.

His hand comes up to tunnel his fingers into my hair. He tugs and I open my eyes. His dark eyes swirl with embers, glowing like coals in the dark.

“I’ve waited for you for what feels like centuries, mate,” he hisses and his tongue flicks out, darting along my skin. I shudder and lust rises inside me, my heart aching with the want for this male.

His tongue slips along my shoulder as he drags my shirt down. Darting tendrils of zapping energy flickers along my nerve endings. I close my eyes, half-drunk with hunger. “I need you, Anders. I need all of you.”

“I promise you that I’ll protect you, Angel. I’ll be your everything in this awful, bad world. Nobody will ever hurt you or they’ll bring my wrath down on their head. You’re my queen.”

He’s babbling wildly, his voice so hoarse and low that it echoes in the room like boulders rolling down a hill.

And I love it. My pussy clenches over and over again, desperate to feel him inside me. I’m not even sure how it will be but I don’t care. All I care about is having this moment in time with this male.

He groans and his dark talons trace down my body as he sinks to his knees in front of me. “I’m the very definition of bad and yet you bring me to my knees, Angel. I can smell you all around me. Can taste your essence on my tongue already.”

He growls and rips my skirt off, shredding it with sharpened black talons. Red skin contrasts vividly with my pale and I should be scared out of my mind. But I’m not. I’m too hungry for him. “Don’t stop,” I hiss breathlessly, my fingers tugging at the soft strands of his dark hair. It hangs around his shoulders, long and silky dark. I grasp his horns and run my fingers delicately along the curves.

“Oh fuck!” He groans and his tongue darts out. That first feel of his forked tongue running along my lower lips is ecstasy. I throw my head back and groan, biting my lip to keep from wailing in ecstasy.

“Harder. I need you, Anders.”

His tongue flicks as his talons delicately trace my lips, dragging at my essence and then running his tongue around his fingers. “You taste divine.” His low growl reverberates like thunder in the dark.

Shivering, I scream as waves of red-hot waves of ecstasy wash over me.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I can’t stop coming. Pleasure consumes me and swallows me whole.

“I need you, Anders. Please. Take me.”

“I cannot claim you yet, mate. I feel it’s not time. But I sure as hell can give you just what you need.”

He comes to his feet, looming over me. He tugs restlessly at his clothes. His shirt is shredded just like my skirt. Then his long fingers fumble with his belt and his zipper comes down so slowly that I almost reach out to help him.

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