Page 8 of The Magic of Betrayal
“What is it? Are we in danger? What’s wrong? Is your dad on the way to kill me?” I whisper shouted as I looked around.
“Oh, by the stars, you scared the shit out of me. I thought you’d left again. Whew!” Bram flopped back on the pillow and I stared at him, mouth open.What does one say to someone who is like this?
My hands were pressed to my chest, my heart racing as I tried to take some deep breaths. “I thought you were in trouble, holy moon maidens, you need to learn some social skills. You scared me half to death.”
“Nobody will harm a hair on your head ever again, Goldie. I guarantee you that,” Bram growled, his eyes flashing with darkness.And now we’re back to scary demon prince.
Propping myself up on my elbows, my brain whirled with murderous intent. No man or beast would ever hurt my Goldie, not unless they wanted to experience the most pain they'd ever felt in their miserable existence moments before I flicked my wrist and incinerated their bodies from the inside out. I wondered if that would soften her toward me at all. She could pretend she didn't feel the mate bond, but she was full of shit, and I was an extremely patient man.
After getting sick and tired of my dad's bullshit, pimping me out, trying to get me to make babies right and left, I swore a life of celibacy. This dick had not felt the caress of a lover in nearly fifty years, so I could wait for my little warrior to come to terms. It had been written by the stars, fate itself brought us together and I wouldn't lose her now.
"Alrighty then," my ray of sunshine chirped before clapping her hands in front of her chest, "but now that you're up, can you please make me some coffee? Oh, and I need food. Like, real bad. A breakfast buffet would be fantastic!"
This, I could do. Swinging my legs off the side of the bed, I stood tall, stretching out my long body with a groan. Cracking an eye when I heard a soft gasp, I watched as Goldie slapped her hands over her eyes.Okay. Definitely not the response I was going for. Fuck, maybe there's something on it?Peeking down at my retired dick, I breathed a sigh of relief that it was still as magnificent as ever.
"Bram! Can you like, throw some shorts on? I don't need to see your peen first thing in the morning, okay?"
"So you would like to see it at other times of the day? That can be arranged."
"I'm going to the kitchen. Get dressed, you... flasher!" She "insulted" me.Wow.What a stinger that one was.
"Whatever you say, tiny warrior. This demon dick belongs to you now, so it shall obey your orders."
She threw her hands up in the air as if I was the one being impossible. How does she not feel what I feel? How does she not feel the magnetic force between us? How the fuck else does she think her ass keeps getting pulled into Besmet while she's dreaming away in her bed? I wondered if her lover was there right now, cuddled up against her, not realizing she's actually here, peepin' my demon dick at six in the morning.
Grumbling, I waltzed over to my closet and snagged some gray sweatpants, the kryptonite to women from her realm. With my confidence restored, I strutted into the kitchen like a god about to gift his goddess with the best coffee in all the world.
"By the moon, what are you doing?" I choked out.
Goldie swung her head back to look at me, her shapely body on all fours on the floor digging through a cupboard. "I'm looking for coffee! What's it look like?"
Gritting my teeth, I inhaled deeply through my nose.
"Well, it looks like you're presenting yourself, if I'm being honest." I leaned against the fridge and stared down at her juicy ass.
Her pouty lips fell open and she scrambled up onto her feet, wiping her long red hair out of her face.
“What the hell do you mean, presenting myself?” She stepped up against me, her tits grazing my chest. Clearly, the woman didn’t know their reach. Lucky me.
“It’s what a female demon does during mating. It’s an offering to her mate, getting into position and preparing to be mounted,” I whispered and smirked as her eyes widened. Maybe I could kiss her? Well, I could try… I leaned down and looked at her mouth. Just before I made contact, she spun away.
"No. Not happening, demon boy. Where is your coffee machine? If I don't get some within the next five minutes, I'm going to have a total WF," she threatened, like that meant anything to me, but regardless, it didn't sound like something pleasant.
Smirking, I snapped my fingers and a carafe of freshly pressed coffee materialized on the kitchen island, and I watched her face go from confused to absolutely gleeful.
"Oh, my stars, how the fu– no, doesn't matter. Coffee!" she squealed, rushing over to me and giving me a quick hug before hustling over to the delicious smelling liquid. Right as she was about to ask for a mug, I snapped my fingers again and two mugs appeared.
Snapping once more, I conjured up some cream and sugar, and she went about making her perfect creation before scooting over to hop on a bar stool. Following her lead, I poured myself a cup and slid onto the seat beside her.
"Gods, this coffee smells amazing. Thank you," she breathed, lifting the mug to her lips for a long sip. She paused, closed her eyes, and gave a satisfied smile before taking another long drink. “Sooo goooood.”
Damn, I could watch her drink coffee all day long. "You're welcome. Oh! You wanted breakfast, too. Pancakes? Bacon? Sausage?" I asked with a wink and she shoved my shoulder playfully.
"Uhm, yes? All of the above?"
Snapping my fingers had the countertop filled to the brim with stacks of pancakes and an assortment of breakfast meats. Goldie's stomach growled and mine answered. I was pretty damn hungry too. Grabbing some forks from a drawer, I slid one to her before stabbing a sausage link and shoving it in my mouth.
"This smells fucking delicious. Gah, I'm so hungry." She snagged a plate that was stacked with a load of pancakes and smothered in butter and syrup. Not wasting any time, we both descended on the spread of food like a pack of goblins. Who knows how long we sat there stuffing our faces and drinking coffee, but holy fuck, I felt like I was going to blow up.
