Page 65 of Demon's Bride

“Come for me, witch,” I rasp, leaning down to whisper it against her ear. “Let go.”

Her body clenches on me in the first waves of her climax, and beyond the mind-numbing physical sensation, another wave of power rolls over my skin.

Only this time it’s not just the gentle imprint of her magick I feel.

No, as Allie comes, the sky above us booms with thunder, lightning cracks, and a sudden, warm rain begins to fall over the forest. The scent of petrichor is heavy as the earth drinks in the much-needed moisture. Quenched, satisfied, grateful, as am I. My own orgasm rips through me in time with hers.

Allie presses herself back against me, taking everything I have to give her and testing the limits of her own body as she arches and begs silently for my knot.

Goddess, how I’d like to give it to her.

Even now, I can imagine how she’d stretch to take me. She’d need some gentle coaxing, a little soothing, but she’d come to enjoy it before long, being so entirely filled by me.

I shake the thought away as another rumble of thunder sounds above us. The rain runs over us both, soaking into our skin and raising waves of goosebumps on Allie’s quivering flesh. I attempt to rub them away as I soothe her through the last tremors of her release.

“Did I do that?” Allie’s voice is listless and dazed as she glances up at the clouds that have materialized above.

“Yes, witch,” I tell her, reluctantly easing out of the tight embrace of her body. “You’ve summoned a storm with your passion.”

“I didn’t mean to.” Allie is panting, and flips over to sprawl out on the forest floor with a pleasure-drunk smile on her lips. The rain has slowed from a deluge to a drizzle and she raises one hand up to catch a few drops in her palm. “This is kind of cool though, isn’t it?”

I drag my fingers over one of her hardened nipples, flicking it gently. Her whole body tenses in response.

“Ugh,” she protests. “Too sensitive.”

Removing my hand from her breast, I lay it in the center of her chest. “Is this alright, wife?”

Allie arches a little into the touch. “Yes, that’s fine.”

We stay that way for a few long moments. Beneath my hand, her rain-damp skin rises and falls as her breathing settles back to normal. Her heart, too, gallops for a little while before subsiding. In the wild race of her pulse and the fast breath that darts in and out of her lungs, the distinct tang of her magick lingers.

The feel of it makes me shudder. Allie, missing nothing, stares up at me with an eyebrow cocked in question.

“What is it?”

I grunt a non-answer before rolling away from her, settling myself still fully clothed onto the ground beside her. She’s on me immediately, draping her naked body over mine and propping herself up with an elbow rested on my chest. With soft rain still falling over us and her hair in a tousled, damp cloud around her head, Allie looks like some sort of forest nymph.

“What did you claim from me, demon king?” she asks.

What did I claim from her? A surrender sweeter than hearthberry jam. A climax which ripped through me with the entire power of her storm.

Allie’s looking at me with a light, teasing gleam in her eyes. Playful, undeniably sexy.

Nowhere near what I want from her.

I force my face into a hard smirk. “I claimed precisely what I sought, witch. Your surrender.”

My hands are resting on the soft skin of her back, and with those words she tenses a little. It’s small, almost imperceptible, but there.

“My temporary surrender,” she says, still with a playful edge to her voice. “You can’t expect this obedience to continue indefinitely.”

No, I can’t. And nor should she trust me with that surrender, if it’s only meant to be temporary. She doesn’t know, she still doesn’t know all the ways I would claim her.

If she did know? If Allie knew that in my mind I’ve already bound my own life to hers, that from the moment I scented her in the human realm I realized and accepted I was hers and hers alone, that I want her to do the same with me, she’d likely be frightened by it.

Humans don’t have mates.

Still, she’s willing to share this much with me. She’s willing to share her body, if not her mind and spirit, though I should know better than to accept it. I should know enough to protect myself, hold back from her, keep my distance.

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