Page 6 of My Best Friend is a Demon

My tongue slips out when I see the long, thick length of him. His head is so heavy and there’ s a large bulge at the base of his cock. I reach out a tentative finger. “What is this?”

His dick jumps and he grins slyly. “My knot. When I finally claim you, I will knot you fully. And then we’ll be together for awhile because the knot can take up to an hour to go down enough to separate. All the better to breed you.”

My brows lift and I smirk. “There’s no way in hell that can fit in me.”

He leans over and his tongue runs along my throat, his deep murmur in my ear making me quiver. “You’ll be amazed what you can take, mate. When you want it enough.”

Oh my god, do I want it all. But there’s still a sliver of unease. I don’t know if he’ll wake up and leave. He’s a demon. Aren’t they all liars and cheats?

“Are you ready, mate?” My heart slams into my ribs and I smile.

“Oh so ready.” He lifts me up and holds me above his head, his tongue slicking along my wet hole. I gasp and wrap my legs around his shoulders and neck. “What are you doing?”

He grins wildly. “You’ll see.”

And he licks and sucks and that forked tongue finds all the best places to pierce. “Oh my god!” I grasp his hair and tug hard.

“That’s it, mate. Mark me. Fight me. Give me pain and pleasure. Give me all of you.”

My whole body tightens up and it feels like a shooting star flings itself out of my body, out of my soul. Sparks go off behind my eyelids. My whole body shudders so hard that if he wasn’t holding me so tight I’d fall off his shoulders.

Then he slams me against the wall and brings me down it until his heavy erection presses at my throbbing hole. “Now you’ll find out what it means to make love to a demon, mate.”

And he slams inside me so hard that the wall breaks apart, plaster raining down on our heads.

But neither of us cares.

“Oh, Anders!” I shriek, my body aching in the best way. “You feel so good. I feel so full. It feels so right.”

“Because it is. Fate knew that you were my perfect match in every way. Making love will never be like this with anyone but you.”

His thrusts rock me into the wall and thunder crashes around us. Fire and brimstone burns the air and flickers in the dark. Lightning dances along my skin and sizzles like ozone in the air.

He holds me tight, his arms wrapped around me, his eyes flashing like dark whirlpools of night. His mouth opens wide and he growls and groans, his heavy body plunging inside me until another wave of pleasure blazes out of control like wildfire in the wind, crackling around us.

His head goes back and he screams an unearthly sound that sends me over the edge again. I shiver so hard that I tilt and fall to the side. His body falls with me and he covers me carefully so that I don’t get hurt.

His mighty puffs of breath are warm and soothing and I close my eyes and smile.

“Are you alright, mate?” He asks, his tone worried. When I open my eyes I can see the fear lurking in the dark pools.

“I’m better than alright. I’m amazing,” I laugh.

He chuckles and holds me against his broad chest. His dark talons run along my skin and goosebumps rise. “I know that. I’m glad that you’re good.”

“I couldn’t be better, Anders. I’ve never felt anything like that.”

“You never will. I hope that you realize that, mate.” There’s a promis in his words that should scare me but it doesn’t. Satisfaction washes over me and I settle into the crook of his arm until he stands up and carries me to my bedroom, never faltering in his steps like he knows my place.

I don’t question it. Because he knows me. I know him.

And when he wraps me up in his arms, holding me tight until his heartbeats seem like an echo of mine, I close my eyes and smile, so damn happy. So content.

And dreaming of our future.

ANGEL

Iwake and stretch, reaching out for warmth. For my demon. But my fingers find nothing. Just empty space.

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