Page 47 of Demons in My Bed
His grip tightened on my hips. “Have I not made it clear yet that whatever you want, I will get for you? Tell me your address and I’ll have your stuff collected.”
I closed my eyes and rested my head back against the wall. “You still can’t do this, Misha. It isn’t right.”
Apparently, he didn’t care if I thought it was right or not because his response was a deadpan expression, before he finally narrowed his eyes, giving me a calculated look. “Why haven’t you tried to escape? Why do you still let us near you after knowing what we are?” He brought both hands to my face and forced me to look at him. “Tell me!”
“You guys are the leaders of one of the most notorious gangs in the country. I already knew you were monsters—was I really supposed to be that fucking surprised that you look like them too?”
“Monsters? You think we’re monsters?” He chuckled quietly, and the hairs on my arms lifted. “We’re worse,kukola.”
“Yeah? Well, I’m not scared of you.” I lifted my chin defiantly.
He raised a thick brow. “You think you can handle me?” He leaned in, and I felt his breath against my neck a second before he whispered, “I would wreck you.”
I hated backing down, and if I was really honest with myself, I didn’t want to. I wanted to push Misha to see what he was capable of. He’d been pretty thoughtful of my needs the entire time, and I was very curious about his nickname.
“You can fucking try, you big asshole.”
There are moments in life when you make a decision and you know right away if it’s the right or wrong one. When Misha closed his eyes and pressed his hips forward, driving his massive cock against my clit—clothes be damned for all the good they did—I still felt pretty good about my rebuttal. When his eyes flew open at the little moan that escaped my lips, they were glowing orange, and I started feeling a little wary. When the black shirt he was wearing ripped to make way for his leathery, black wings, and his horns started to grow, I wondered if I was the fucking idiot here.
There was nowhere for me to go, pinned between the wall and a demon.
He lifted a hand to reveal long, black claws that were probably just as sharp as his knives, and when he sliced my shirt down the middle, causing my tits to fall out, I had the sudden urge to scream. Were these his real weapons of choice when he was busy carving people up?
“You think you’re safe with us?” My nipple tightened as he dragged the tip of his claw over the tip. “Nobody is safe with us,kukola. For some reason, they like your fire. Lucky for you because normally, they’d have slaughtered you by now.”
I tried not to react to his words, to the deep bass of his husky voice... but I was positive he could smell, if not feel, the dampness that had grown between my legs. “Well, Mishy bear, that works out great for me, because you know something? That fire is who I am at my basest level. That fire is how I am right here, right now. Without my fire, I’d have been nothing but a swirl of smoke in the wind by now, and I’d rather fucking die than let that flame dim for a second. Especially just to make some fuckboy demons feel more alpha male about themselves.” I grinned at his growl, letting him know I was deliberately poking the bear, so to speak.
I wound my arms around his neck and sank my hands into his hair before tentatively drifting them toward the top of his head, seeking his horns. Would they be hard as bone? Cold or warm?
“If you touch my horns right now, you’re not leaving this wall before I fuck you against it,” Misha growled, his orange eyes staring at my face intensely.
A dare, perhaps? He was telling me straight up what would happen if my hands continued the path they were on. I could stop and walk away, but if I continued... I’d basically be giving him the green light to fuck me.
“I mean it,kukola. I’ll split your little cunt in two right here.” He leaned forward and nudged my cheek with his nose. “As a male who wants to give you what you need, I’m struggling to hold myself back.”
“Misha.” I sighed in bliss as he rolled his hips, driving himself against me.
“I know what you need. Grab my horns and hold on tight, little doll. You want a monster? You’ve got one right here.”
I didn’t get a second to deny his words. It would’ve been lies anyway. He was fucking right. My fingers wrapped around his thick, black horns, and the noise that erupted from his chest was pure beast. It was deep and rumbling, and I felt the vibrations through his horns. They were warm, almost too hot to touch, but holy shit, the way he responded to the slightest pressure by my hands was worth it.
Reaching between us, he undid his pants and let them fall to the ground. Those damn claws came in handy again when he sliced the crotch of my pants right down the middle, completely exposing my wet pussy.
“Fucking dripping for my monster cock, aren’t you?” His hand gripped my hair as he tilted my head back. “Gonna stuff you with it,kukola. I want your eyes right here. Watch how I stretch you.”
I glanced down just in time to see his dick press against my opening. But when I looked closer... that wasn’t a dick. Squinting, I saw his cock, hard and thick between us, and then I saw the appendage dipping around us. It seemed to start out thin and then it widened quite a bit. It was a dark green color that reminded me of a forest. “Mish... what?”
“My tail,” he answered immediately, unsurprised by my reaction. “You don’t just start the game without warming up, little doll.” He winked, and I cried out as his tail slid deep within me.
“Oh my gods,” I panted, tightening my grip on his horns. The sensation was so different to a regular cock. The ridges and bumps along his tail seemed to ignite every one of my nerve endings with each movement.
“Mmmhmm, the best part about getting fucked by a tail is the range of motion.”
The what now?
”“Ah!” I bucked my hips forward as Misha’s tail began cycloning within my cunt, bringing my pleasure to dangerously high levels. The wicked smirk on his face told me he knew exactly what he was doing to me. I’d never come in my life without clitoral stimulation, but I knew that was about to change.
“That’s a good little doll. I can feel your pussy quivering already. Give me my cum, pretty bunny.”
