Page 148 of The Soulbond and Her Beloved

Daemonikai had seen this position more times than he could count, but seeingherlike this?Fuck.He ran his tongue over his aching gums. His fangs lengthened, straining for her pulse.

“Is this alright?” she whispered, halting and unsure. “Do you… need something else from me?”

Did she ask these questions intentionally, or was she truly that naive? Did she not know what the double entendre was doing to his poor, starved cock?

“This is fine.” Hunger rippled through every hoarse word. “Close your eyes, Riel.”

When she did, he silently recited the old rites in his mind and moved behind her. He lowered his head to the pale column of her neck, inhaling deeply as his fangs elongated further, sinking deep into her skin.

She cried out, body shuddering. She tried to pull her hands free, but he held them fast, keeping her in place. He drank.

Ukrae,her blood. Heavens in hell.

He could not hold back the low purr rising from deep in his chest. His restless beast preened like a great feline, rubbing its head against his ribs lazily.

Daemonikai closed his eyes again as he enjoyed the ambrosia. Already his body felt warmer where he had been cold. Stronger.

Emeriel made small, throaty moans, shifting where she knelt, her hips rocking. Her musk broke out in the air, the sweetest scent. He didn’t miss the slick sound when she moved, the shiny sheen beneath her where her legs were spread.

He reached underneath her to feel, and now he was growling. She was making a mess. Dripping like a leaky flow tap.

So, he stuck his finger into the source, making her gasp. She was really wet but had become really narrow without a visit from his fat, hungry dick for so long. He settled for stroking her with a single finger, gliding along her inner walls. Such smooth, velvety skin of pure liquid.

“Yes,” a wobbly, drawn-out moan. “You fill me up so good.”

Dearling, it’s only one finger. I haven’t even begun to fill you. I wish I could. Fates, I really need to.

He kept drinking, kept stroking. Her body sang for him as he coaxed more of those sinful sounds from her throat.

Emeriel’s breathing turned ragged, body quaking as her pleasure rose. He could feel her clenching around him, could hear the hitch in her voice as she tumbled over the edge. Her legs shook where she knelt, hips pushing back against his hand even as he held her still.

The blood slowed, lessening to a trickle, but he didn’t want to stop. He drank greedily, even as her cries grew louder from prolonged release. Then softened as it waned. But when he heard the faintest sigh of discomfort, he knew he had to stop.

Reluctantly, he withdrew his fangs, his beast whining in regret, licking the wound closed. No, they weren’t full, but they were better. As if he had fed from eight feeders instead of one. And only she could have done that.

“Sorry, dearling,” Daemonikai murmured against her skin.

With how sweet her blood tasted, he doubted he wouldeverfeel full. If she were a bloodhost, he’d likely spend entire days overdrinking from her until he developed a sickness for it. Itwas probably a mercy she wasn’t. He’d have a blood problem for certain.

She was still shaking, muscles soft and lax, her head lolled back to rest against his shoulder.

Daemonikai rose, lifting her, steadying her on her feet first, and adjusting her stance. Then he slid one hand beneath her thigh, the other bracing her shoulder, hoisting her effortlessly. Settling himself back into the chair he’d risen from, he adjusted her on his lap—part to make her comfortable, part to also relieve the sharp pressure in his raging hard-on.

Her lashes were heavy as they fluttered. Her expression languid, soft. And then she smiled—wide, foolish, dazed.

“Oh, you smell so good,” she said, her words slurring. She hiccupped. “Have I… ever told you that?”

High as the stars.

Daemonikai chuckled low in his chest.

“And you feel really good,” she added, the dreamy quality in her voice growing. “You don’t know how hard it is… going all these lonely months without the taste of your manhood.”

And her filter wasgone. Completely vanished.

Good to know it wasn’t only her heats that loosened her tongue.

“It’s been really hard?” he asked, curious despite himself.

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