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I lose my resolve. I fist his hair tightly and try not to squeeze his head with my thighs. He doesn’t seem to mind at all. In fact, a deep moan rumbles from his chest, and his stare floods with lust.
That look pushes me over the edge, making me come so hard that my hips move with each wave of pleasure. Kalel holds metightly, lapping up my juices and continuing to stroke his tongue through my slit until I’m clean.
I breathe heavily, releasing his hair with horror now that my wits are returning to me. Kalel follows my motion, moving up my body, pushing my shirt up and pressing kisses against my stomach and ribs before he pauses at my breasts.
“This isn’t me showing you affection. I’m marking you further, it should help hide your scent from the dire wolves while we finish passing through their lands tomorrow.” His tone is stern, but his gaze has a tender edge to it.
I bury my teeth into my lower lip as he takes one of my breasts into his mouth and sucks on it. A moan escapes through my gritted teeth as I wriggle beneath him.
He groans and palms my other breast, massaging it until my core is starting to ache for him again. I want his dick inside me. Just as I think it, something hard, thick, and long brushes up against my thigh. My breathing stalls.
Kalel lets his hips come down on me, pressing his length into my leg.
Gods—how did he fit inside me the first time?It was so rough and quick that I barely remember much of it.
He moves to the other breast, sucking and licking it before sitting up. I’m wet from my pussy to my boobs because of him, and he gazes down at me like a finished meal, sucking in his lower lip like he’s savoring me.
“At least you taste divine, little godling.” Kalel stands to go to his desk. “You’ll have plenty of restless nights when we get to Devicit. Rest now while you have the chance.”
Chapter Thirteen
ALIRA
The snow started fallingaround midnight. We’ve set up camp just outside the forest beyond the dire wolves’ domain. It took half the day alone to make it out of that valley, but Kalel was driven to keep his word and have his army out of Fallen Ridge. The forest spirit made it clear that it would kill anyone left on its land by twilight. At least Kalel cares about his knights.
Several demons were slain in the fight yesterday; many more were injured. The men are tired and weak, with only one healer and his apprentice. Kalel can’t afford for sickness to break out among the troops. So, we settle in for the night.
Tessa sits beside me around a campfire—a few other knights sit across from us. No one bothers me, which is nice. Either they’re too afraid of Kalel to mess with his pet, or they respect him explicitly. Something tells me it’s the first option.
“Hey, are you hungry?” Tessa offers gently.
I’m sure everyone in a hundred-yard radius of the tent last night heard us moaning. Possibly even my screams from the forest when he bit my wrist.Ugh.I try to keep the blush from my cheeks, but I can feel the warmth race across them anyway.
Tessa’s been keeping close to my side today. She seems to have picked up on my diminished mental and physical state.
I nod weakly, keeping my eyes on the ground. Something inside me changed last night. I’m broken. Kalel saw to making sure that I was a shell of myself before he made me come in his mouth, and his tactic worked because I feel utterly helpless.
He’s cruel in everything he does. I want to hate him. I want to resent the way he made me writhe in pleasure last night after the way he hurt me, and yet I’ve been yearning for him to hold me all day. My eyes constantly trace to him when he isn’t looking. I want to see more of him. More than just the dark, grim parts. Who is he really when he isn’t around me?
Why did he answer my prayer and save me?A weight burdens my chest.
My wrist aches, making my eyes narrow in pain, shifting my thoughts. Mav has yet to make his check-in with me, and I won’t ask for him sooner. He’s tending to those who were injured by the dire wolves. Nikolai will probably pop in soon anyway, so I can wait. It’s odd though, the other bites haven’t festered the way this one is. My holy blood should’ve healed the small wound by now. I worry my lower lip.
Tessa hands me a chunk of bread. I take a few bites of the warm, buttery loaf. She sighs and sets her hand on my knee—my body jolts instinctively at the contact.
A frown pulls at her lips. It’s unsuitable for a demon to look so concerned for a demigod like me.
“Are you okay?” Tessa’s ruby eyes lift to mine and after a moment, I shrug. Her frown deepens. “Did he hurt you? We heard you screaming from the woods.” She clenches her hands over her knees as if recalling the sounds makes her uncomfortable.
“Isn’t that what he promised? Isn’t that what all of you want? My suffering is none of your concern,” I say, my voice raspy, before sipping another spoonful of soup. I know she means well, but I’m tired and bitter. Untrusting.
She lowers her head and seems troubled by my response. We finish eating in silence. I try to remain as small and unseen as I can until another demon sits on the other side of me.
Tessa greets him respectfully, but I am reluctant to look up.
“Alira, can you follow me to the tent?” His voice is soft and free of disdain.Nikolai. I lift my gaze and consider him.
He wears similar black healer robes as Mav does today—I wonder if word got to him about what happened last night, or if he heard it too.Gods.My cheeks flush with embarrassment. His medium-length fawn hair is swept to the side, and the kindness hasn’t left his brown eyes from our first meeting.
