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I grip my skirts with both hands, yanking it up so that my lower half is bared to Haures. “Well, damn. All you had to do was say please.”
“Please.” It’s a whisper. It’s a groan. It’s aprayerto the Sombran gods, and a plea to the mortal woman he has on her back. “Please.”
I let my hair cushion my head, staring up at the gold moon winking back at me. “I’m yours, Haures. I’myours.”
One thing I’ve learned since living in Sombra? Every happy-ever-after is going to look different. Mine? Mine’s going to be with a fierce demon who comes when I subconsciously call him, kills for me, then buries his face in my pussy, while the ash of the demon he killed sits just beyond his bare foot.
And I wouldn’t have it any other way.
CHAPTER 13
VOW
HAURES
Ihave lived for more than two thousand years. Nearly twenty-four centuries, and I mean it when I say that the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do was pull myself away from Susanna’s welcoming cunt after she allowed me tokissit.
As a young spawn, moving from village to village, hoping there would be one that accepted me after my own mother left me to the shadows, I had witnessed a demon male taking his demoness many times. From my youthful spying, I understood that a cock’s purpose is to lodge inside my mate’s cunt, for pleasure and to eventually create a spawn.
But there was more to mating than just such a union. Though demons don’t usually mate with their mouths, I have seen a male do such a thing while his demoness pulled up her skirts. I’ve always wondered what my mate’s cunt would taste like, and now I know.
It is sweeter than demon wine, and even more addicting.
Hearing my beloved Su keen my name, crying out in pleasure and I brought her to completion on my face… I only drew awaywhen she begged me to because her wee body was too sensitive for more of my hunger. But though I have never claimed a female before, all males have instincts. My cock was so hard, it could’ve bored holes through the cobblestones of her oasis garden. I even thrust, trying to tame my own need because I knew… I knew as though Damien came to me with a riddle of my future… that, should she spread her thighs and tell me to feed her my cock, I would have without a moment’s hesitation.
But I could not. To do so during the night of the gold moon… the gods of Sombra can be very wicked. They give us an immortal life, but for many demons, it can take centuries or even millennia to find our one true mate—and that’s assuming we ever do before an endless life becomes too weary and we, like Yelios did, disappear to the shadows. And they promise us spawn to continue our lines, but should we mate during that eve, our females will be with child every time, whether we want to grow a family or not.
And then, to make it so that a demon does take his female on the night of the gold moon, the desire to do so damn near irresistible…
In all my years, I never contemplated giving myself over to the shadows. I survived them as a spawn before Yelios had ever slunk into them, and after I took his throne and he vanished, I never set foot in them again.
I should have. Maybe then I would’ve known that he lurked there still before he could trick my sweet human mate into offering up our firstborn child.
I don’t blame Susanna. She didn’t know, and if I hadn’t hid so much from her after I stole her to Sombra, she might have been better prepared not to barter with a demon such as Yelios. The gods will hold her to her vow, but I’ve learned my mate, both through our bond and because she is most pleased to talk withher male when my duties are done and I can spend time with her.
For nearly a cycle, she has tried to find the words to confess to me what happened in the shadows. She doesn’t know that Dagon already confessed what Susanna sacrificed for his sake, just like she doesn’t understand the lengths in which our bond connects us. There isn’t anything I don’t know about this female which was why I had to put the distance between us.
Because she would’ve welcomed me, inviting me to mate her and claim her, not knowing that the gold moon would fill her with the child destined for Yelios.
A child born of two worlds,
belonging in both, belonging to none,
will bring with them rain,
and the fires of Sombra will be forever done.
Even if she hadn’t made her impulsive vow, I could not risk bringing a child into this world, knowing that it could bring about the end of it. I only just found my Su. I want eons with her before the doppelseers’s prophecy might possibly steal her away from me.
So, for that night, I had to pull away, lifting up my sated, trembling mate, carrying her through the throne room where Tropp tried to keep Dagon from returning to his mistress.
I could’ve passed her off to Dagon to return to her quarters before I relocate Susanna’s into mine. But then I see the red marks on her throat, a reminder that Bandu—a seer from Caim’s village in Dinkel—had been throttling her when I received her call. Fury rages anew, and before the flames that I’ve long kept hidden burst free of me, I call for Glaine.
“Seize Tropp,” I tell him, my voice as icy as Susanna’s cunt was when I took my first lap before my tongue warmed her up. Only once we’re bonded will she be more suited to Sombra’s clime, and as I clutch her to me, I know that that will be mere days away. “Keep him here until I return. Dagon? Follow. You will guard my mate after I lay her down to rest so that I can attend to matters here.”
Dagon nods, moving a few faces behind us, ready to follow. Glaine grips Tropp’s arm, the other guard baring his fangs, though he doesn’t fight.
Why would he when he knows that his duplicitous nature has been revealed?
