Page 18 of Demon's Bride

I’m going to come. I’m going to come with a demon’s tail inside me, my hands around his horns, and my whole body wrapped up in his wings.

Madness. Utter fucking madness, this entire night.

Surrendering to the deranged impossibility of it all, I shake and spasm around him, crying out shameless into the clear night air as my release breaks over me.

We’re both breathing hard when he slides his tail out of me and brings his hand from between my legs to his lips, inhaling deeply before dipping his soaked fingers into his mouth.

I whimper at the filthy, erotic sight of it, and Eren’s eyes gleam. Dropping his hand, he claims my mouth again in a swift, hard kiss and I taste myself on him.

He holds me for a few minutes more until my breathing evens out and I think I might be able to stand without immediately crumpling to the forest floor. When I’m back on my feet, he still doesn’t stop touching me. His hands drift over my hips, along my waist, around to cup my backside.

Despite having zero indication he’s anything less than delighted with my body, the touches still make the faintest stirrings of unease creep into my stomach.

I’m… not a small woman. Large hips, a generous ass, a rounded stomach and thighs. I’ve come to appreciate what I’m working with after twenty-six years in this skin, but it’s always a crap shoot to anticipate what potential sex partners might have to say about it.

Still, I make myself push the thoughts out. Eren just tail-fucked me to oblivion and kisses me like he wants to devour me completely. I don’t think I have much to worry about.

“What’s next?” I ask him when I’ve finally caught my breath. “Are we, uh, going to your place anytime soon?”

Goddess. I sound like a nervous twit on a first date.

Which, I mean, is kind of accurate.

Eren only chuckles. “Yes, we’ll be going toourplace soon.”

A small bubble of warmth blooms in my stomach at the correction, along with a distinct sense of nerves. Where do demons even live?

“There’s… something more,” Eren continues, looking uncharacteristically abashed. “A custom amongst my people.”

“What is it?”

He’s silent for a long moment, staring down at me like he’s trying to figure out how likely I am to run screaming from whatever it is he has to say next.

“It’s… I…”

I roll my eyes and try to speak with the courage of the woman who was just pushed up against a tree impaled by this demon’s thick tail. “Whatever it is, I think I can take it.”

Like I thought, a challenge gets my demon every time. With a cruel grin and hungry gleam in his eye, Eren comes back to life.

“Oh, is that so?”

“Lay it on me, bat boy.”

“Such a mouth,” he murmurs. “And I think I know just the punishment for the impertinence.”

“Oh, yeah?”

“Yes, Allison, I do. I think I’ll make you my prey.”

My mind blanks, then fills back up with a chorus of alarm bells. Horny, intrigued alarm bells, but still.

What the fuck have I gotten myself into?

Chapter 8

Eren

I may have just broken my bride.

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