Page 69 of Love in Unexpected Places

Lucas rides me hard, his hands planted on my chest as his cock bobs between us. “Vernimer, oh fuck. You feel ….” He breaks off with a high moan, precum leaking from his cockhead onto my belly.

“You are taking my dick so well, little one.” I grunt, fucking into him as he slams down on me. “I can’t wait to fuck you on Xendail. In my demon form. Would you like that?”

“Fuck … yes. I would love that. Anything … you … want.” Lucas cries out, and his nails dig into my chest. The sting feels so fucking good, heightening my pleasure.

Gripping him harder, I pump up into his hole, trying to hit that special spot inside him that will drive him wild. I know when I have found it because he keens, babbles, and begs before his hot cum spurts across my belly.

“Come in me,” Lucas cries, still rolling his body on mine. Shudders wrack his body as more cum dribbles from his cock. “Use me…however you want…use me…”

Grabbing him around the back, I flip him over until I’m on top, place his legs over my shoulders, and pound into his hole. I don’t want it to be over so soon, but fuck, being with my mate feels better than I could haveimagined. All the pleasure I have ever felt is compounded by a thousand as I plow Lucas’s hole.

He keens, nails biting into the skin of my back as he holds me tight to him.

“You sound so fucking pretty when you moan for me. Scream for me, baby,” I whisper as I gaze upon him in the moonlight.

Lucas throws his head back and does just that, screaming my name as he comes for the second time, shooting his release onto my abs, which mingles with his last orgasm.

I growl, stuck between watching his blissed-out face and enjoying the sight of his cock leaking for me.

“I’m going to fill you up, little one,” I warn him just before pleasure zings up my balls and out of my cockhead. My orgasm is like a freight train, barreling through me. My back bows as I empty into him, coating his walls with my load.

My knot grows and expands inside him, claiming him as mine. A torrent of his thoughts and emotions enters me, all his hopes, dreams and ambitions, all coalescing into a whirlwind of our mind meld.

“What’s happening,” he says in a soft, fucked out voice. “What is this?”

“I’m claiming you, baby. This is how demons claim their human mates. My knot will go down shortly. You are mine now in all ways.”

Lucas smiles widely, rubbing along my jaw with his soft, warm hands. “I’ve never belonged to anyone before. I’m a little overwhelmed.”

“Don’t worry, little one. I’ll take care of you.”

He sighs, leaning up as much as he can, and I bend down to meet his lips. He’s fucking flexible, his legs still resting on my shoulders as I take his mouth in a deep kiss.

We kiss until my knot goes down, and I pull out of him. I break our kiss to put his legs around my waist, resting between them as I kiss and nip at him.

Lucas hums, dragging gentle hands down my body. “I don’t want this to end,” he mutters, then sighs heavily, “but I have to go home. I can’t stay much longer. There’s someone…”

I stop kissing him and look into his eyes. The sun has come up more fully, and the muted rays bring more illumination to the room. I can see him more clearly, and he is a vision. Soft brown hair, large green eyes, pouty lips, and that cute little chin. Fuck, I got fucking lucky to be mated to human like him. Knowing I can make things better for him fills me with more purpose than all the centuries I’ve ruled over my section of Xendail.

“Who is this someone?” The jealousy can’t be tamped down, etched into every syllable I utter.

He sighs, sitting up with his back against the headboard. He doesn’t complain about leaking the copious amount of my seed I left inside him onto the sheets.

“Her name is Tara. She’s young and doesn’t belong on the streets. I’m trying to find a way to get her home, away from this life. I need to get home to her.”

I can feel his emotions through our mental link, battering me with his need to protect, his desire to be there for her, his hope to get her home away from the streets.

“You’re not going home for your…boss, are you?”

The vehemence in his voice almost rocks me back. “Fuck no. I will never have anything to do with him again. I wish he were fucking dead. At least my life wouldn’t be shit like it is now.”

“Again?” I ask, picking up on that word. “You were with him?’

Lucas chokes back a sob and nods, telling me about hispast with his pimp. I snarl as I listen to how he was slowly made to believe he was selling himself for love when he was just being manipulated.

Prowling over to him, I grab the back of his neck and kiss him hard. “You will never go through that again. I’ll make sure of it. If you want that fucking lowlife dead, I will kill him for you.”

Lucas’s eyes well with tears, his bottom lip trembling. “Really? You’d do that for me?”

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