Page 75 of The Magic of Betrayal
I hiccupped and pulled back a little to wipe my face that was now puffy and raw. Sniffling, I tried to get myself together, but I felt exposed. All of the things Bryce had done to me in the past, everything was at the forefront of my mind and those were memories I wanted locked down forever.
"I'm going to teach you, Goldie. I'm gonna teach you so many things that if you are ever in a situation like that again, you'll be able to get out of it. But, make no mistake, beautiful princess," he held my face and it was like time stood still, "when I see that piece of shit, I will not hesitate to end him. There won't be one second for him to open his vile lips and whisper poison into the air. He will never get near you again. This, I promise you. I will hunt him down the moment we return and his death will set you free," he vowed and I found myself nodding in agreement.
The old Saige would argue that nobody deserves death. That nobody is purely evil. The old Saige was no longer in the building. I was done and wanted vengeance with a longing I'd never felt before. My arms snaked around Bram's neck and I rose to my tiptoes, pressing my lips against his. He tasted like safety and danger at the same time and I moaned into his mouth. Most importantly, he tasted like mine.
Groaning, he used his wings to lower us to the ground gently. My legs wrapped around his hips and he ground against my core, his short shorts doing absolutely nothing to hide what he was packing in there.
"Bram," I panted when he broke our kiss to move down my throat.
"So soft, so gorgeous, so delicious," he murmured against my neck and I urged his hips to move against me.
"Where did you come from?" I questioned as I wiggled beneath his weight.
"Your best dreams and your worst nightmares, Goldie. You know I'm both. I straddle the line between light and dark and I'll never, ever let you go," he growled, taking my lips again in a brutal, punishing kiss that flooded my veins with heat.
"Need you, Bram," I moaned, tipping my hips to feel his cock against my clit.
"Bloody hell, princess," he stilled, then sat up to run a hand through his hair.
"What's wrong?" I asked, studying his face.
He bit his bottom lip, trailing his eyes all over my body.
"As badly as I want to fuck you, we don't have the time right now." He pushed back and stood, offering me his hand.
Not gonna lie, I pouted. Like a fuckin' whiny baby.
"Nuh uh. Don't give me that face. You don't understand, Goldie. The first time we come together, it's going to be epic. Monumental. A quickie in a pine needle bed isn't possible," he explained, shaking his head with a smirk kicking up the right side of his mouth.
"But you haven't had sex in decades." I followed behind him as he walked over to our water bottles. "Don't you think it might go a little quick?"
Bram threw his head back and laughed so loud, birds in the trees took flight.
"You're cute, Goldie. What do you know about demon mating?"
"Uhh... nothing. Is it different than regular sex?" I asked, feeling like an idiot for not knowing more about his species.
"Yes. It's very different. For starters, no, it will not be quick. We're fated, princess. That's why we have these special scents to one another, it's like pheromones. The first time we come together, we'll be locked together for hours," he explained, studying my face.
"Locked together? Like, in a room?"
"No. Like, our bodies will be connected. Have you ever heard of knotting, princess?"
My eyes widened. I may or may not have read a few romance novels that had knotting...
"You have a knot?" I choked.
"I do. And I cannot wait to fill you up with it and have you clenching around me for hours," Bram groaned and reached down to rearrange himself.
"Won't it hurt?"
"It won't hurt; it's going to feel like the best thing in your life. So typically, a male demon wouldn't be able to knot a female unless she were in heat. It works differently for fated mates. I'll be able to do it every time, but it will only last for extended periods of time if you lock on me, which means your body is fertile and wants to conceive. The first joining is always hours long, no matter the probability of reproduction," he explained, taking a swig of his water.
"But I don't want to be pregnant. Not now, anyway. I do monthly contraceptive spells."
"Then you won't get pregnant. It's just our bodies doing what they're programmed to do. You're going to love it, I promise. But when that time comes, it won't be in the middle of a forest." He tossed me my water and I greedily drank it down. Water dribbled down my chin, but before I could wipe it away, Bram was invading my personal space and licking the droplets from my chin before kissing me deeply. My knees went weak with the pure fucking passion behind his kisses and we were both panting when he pulled away.
"Had to do that one more time. Your lips were all shiny and glistening and shit,” he groaned, lifting his hands to readjust his ridiculous sweatband. "Okay, enough sex talk. Let's get started on the basics. Oh, one sec." He snapped his fingers and a tank top appeared on my body. Glancing down, I saw that it said 'Demons do it better'. "The last thing I want is for you to ever feel uncomfortable when you're with me, Goldie girl. Though, I stand by my earlier statements about you looking sexy as sin."
