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No, I won’t let myself go there.

Tonight, it doesn’t matter what comes next for us. The only thing that matters is that Allie is here, with me, beautiful and burning with desire.

In a blink, I lean forward and band my arms around her waist, drawing her up onto the bed and flipping us so I’m poised above her. And those little panties? She had a chance to save them, but I’ve been teased enough. I reach one hand down and they tear like tissue beneath my claws as I yank them off of her. My own pants follow a moment later with the sound of tearing leather.

Her body opens beneath me, my hips settling between hers, her arms wrapped around my shoulders. The warmth of her, the softness, the delicious, heady smell of her arousal, all of it makes me feel intoxicated.

“You don’t know what you tempt me with, wife,” I warn, nudging my hips forward so the head of my cock presses into her cunt. Even from the light touch, I can feel how ready she is for me. “You’re not ready to take my knot. Not tonight.”

A short, strangled cry passes her lips when I press forward a little further, breaching her, teasing her. I pull back and run my cock up and down the length of her slit just to see her squirm. Allie is slick and hot, eager and needy, but I’m not going to let her get what she wants so easily.

“Eren,” she pleads, and the sound of her begging is like music.

“What do you need, Allie?”

She doesn’t answer, just brings her knees up and uses her thighs to grip my hips. Bucking up against me, she presses her soaking cunt against my cock, begging with her body just as prettily as she did with her voice.

“Use your words,” I taunt her. “Tell me exactly what you need and I just might give it to you.”

Chapter 11

Allie

The audacity of this man, thisdemon, is astounding.

Here I am, splayed wide and practically putting myself on a silver platter for him, and he wants me to beg for it?

Not a chance in hell, bat boy.

Fully intending to reclaim control of the situation, I lower my legs and try to twist away from him, only to find my hands pinned above my head and my body crushed beneath his a moment later.

Eren’s eyes are two flames in the dim candlelight, lit with excitement and challenge and the faintest hint of vicious torment.

“No, little witch,” he taunts. “You’re not going anywhere.”

I struggle against his hold, and it only delights him further.

Still, he leans down and whispers into my ear. “Rose petals. Say those words and I stop.”

I look at him with glazed eyes, taking a few seconds to comprehend.

“Allison, do you understand?”

I nod. “Yes, I’ll say it if it’s too much.”

“Good girl,” he says, the words practically a snarl. “And now, what am I to do with a delicious little piece of prey who doesn’t know her place?”

The words are cruel, unfeeling, but the burning warmth in his eyes is unmistakable.

I’ve never played these kinds of games before, never really trusted any of my partners enough to go there. But there’s something about the dark promise of being so helpless beneath him, the idea that I could surrender my control to him completely, that reaches in and tugs at a dark, unexplored corner of my psyche.

It seems like way too much to examine, particularly with a demon’s cock still pressed up against my pussy, so I decide to set the questions aside for now and just be here with Eren.

I try again to pull my wrists from his grasp, struggle and squirm and kick, but his steady hold and massive bulk keep me in place.

“Let me go,” I demand, breathless.

“Let you go? When I haven’t even had the chance to taste you?”

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