Page 44 of Demon's Bride

“Off,” he commands. “Take them off, now.”

Scrambling, clumsy hands make quick work of them. As soon as their dealt with, Eren lowers his face back between my legs and takes a long, slow lick up the very center of me. One hand braced behind me on the table, I bring the other to one of his horns, holding him tighter to me as I arch up and cry out.

“That’s it,” he murmurs into my core. “Just like that, little witch.”

I let out a strangled sob when he draws my clit between his lips and sucks, hard. And when I feel the slight press of a fang against the too-sensitive flesh right beside it, it’s all I can do to keep from screaming with the pleasure-pain of it.

“I could bite you here,” Eren taunts, running the tip of his tongue along the place his fang’s just been to soothe the small hurt. Back and forth, he plays with my clit and the delicate hood above it. His tongue’s slightly longer and narrower than a human’s and he’s putting it to full, glorious use as he teases me. “I didn’t think there could be anything sweeter than your blood, but it would seem that I’m mistaken.”

To emphasize his point, he lowers that teasing tongue back down to dip into me. The noises he’s making are borderline obscene—wet and pleased and carnal—as he takes his time savoring me.

“Would you like that, Allie?”

I can only look down at him bleary-eyed and body stretched tight with my building orgasm. For the absolute life of me, I can’t even remember what he’s asking about.

“Wh-what?”

I feel his answering chuckle along every place his lips and tongue are touching me.

“Would you like me to bite you here?”

Another press of that fang into my skin, and I have to drop back against the table and clutch a hand over my mouth to keep my scream from slipping out.

“Yes,” I moan through my fingers.

“Yes, what, little witch?”

“Yes, I want you to… I want you to bite me. Right there.”

The words are barely out when he bites down slowly, so carefully, and there’s only a momentary sting before ecstasy floods me. I come hard, pressing shamelessly into his mouth and demanding every bit of pleasure he seems more than eager to give.

And there, just on the heels of the wracking shudders, is a wave of something else. It’s like starlight and crackling embers, the soft smell of an open book and damp earth after a rainstorm.

Entirely capable of forming the coherent thought to guess at what it is, I let my body fall slack and drink in the delicious sensation of the moment.

Chapter 21

Eren

Allie is still coming down from her peak, body limp and trembling under my hands, when I catch the first hint of it in the air. I’m nearly unmanned by the dampness of her still coating my lips and the small bit of blood I drew from her lingering on my tongue, but another sharp, unexpected scent pushes it all to the side.

Petrichor. The crisp smell of a late summer rain, the charged atmosphere of a storm about to break, the unmistakable aroma of pure magick.

Allie’s magick.

“Little witch,” I whisper, awed at the strength of it. “You’re bathing me in magick.”

“Hmmm?” she murmurs drowsily, not lifting her head from where it rests on the table.

I chuckle, shifting forward onto my feet so I can lean over her. I run my nose up the column of her throat and back down again, pausing at the little divot at the base of her neck where her pulse pounds hard and fast against her skin.

“Your magick,” I tell her before running my tongue along the groove. “It’s intoxicating.”

Inhaling deeply, I savor every note. It seems impossible that I didn’t pick up on it in the forest at once last night. Though not as forward and forceful as the witchmagick I’ve encountered before, it’s potent and unmistakable, surprisingly gentle as it wends its way down into my lungs.

I’d breathe it for a lifetime, if I could.

Allie’s eyes flutter open, still glazed over with pleasure. The raw, primal pride in seeing her so undone, still quivering slightly with the aftermath of her orgasm, is almost enough to have me freeing myself from my trousers and pushing her liquid silk gown up around her waist. I could be in her in ten seconds flat, pushing back into the hot, slick place that already feels like home.

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