Page 17 of The Demon's Due
Morgan rolled his eyes skyward. “A little privacy, Ash.”
“My name is not Ash,you worm. Show some respect.” the demon grumbled, fading, leaving the faint scent of a campfire in the air.
Síofra exhaled a nervous laugh, shaking her head. “He… grows on you, doesn’t he?”
Morgan gave a crooked smile. “Yeah. Except he seems to be literallygrowing on me. Like a mushroom.”
“I heard that, mortal. I hear everything,” Ashmedai hissed faintly, then receded again.
Morgan stepped closer, his gaze intent on her. Hands on her waist , he picked her up and sat her on a worktable before stepping between her thighs. His low voice dropped down to a whisper. “Soon you’ll beg for me for my cock. For my bite. And when that happens…” His voice faltered, honesty cutting through the hunger. “I won’t be able to refuse you. And I don’t want to hurt you.”
He whispered that last part as he ran his nose along the base of her neck before licking the salt off her neck. His hardness pressed against the juncture of her thighs like a warning of intent. She couldn't stop herself from pressing closer. What was happening?
Síofra searched his face, gauging the expressions flitting across his handsome face while caught somewhere between fear and the pull in her blood.
Morgan held his hand out, palm open, waiting.
She hesitated-then slid her smaller hand into his.
Their fingers locked, and a rush of sparks shot down her arm, crackling along her nerves. Her knees would have buckled if she were standing.
Ashmedai hissed with raw pleasure, the sound echoing through them both.
A wave of heat hit Síofra harder, faster than before.
The room was stifling, thick with the cloying scent of her pheromones. It clung to Morgan’s skin, filling his lungs until every breath was agony. His wolf prowled inside him, howling for release, for her. He knew the truth of it-the longer she breathed his scent, the deeper she would sink, and the more she would need him.
And if he didn’t answer that call, she’d be in agony.
Síofra clutched the edge of the desk, her knuckles white, her body trembling. “I can’t-what’s happening to me?” Her voice was tight, breaking on the edges of panic. Her body had plastered itself to Morgan as if it had a mind of its own and her hips moved in wanton waves. She could feel him holding stiff against her body as if it took all his control not to take what she was offering.
Morgan’s jaw was locked with tension, his hands balled into fists at his sides. “You’re in heat. And if I don’t…we don’t…” His throat worked. He couldn’t finish it. “I can’t leave you in pain.”
Ashmedai growled, his smoke-wreathed form rippling at Morgan’s shoulder. “Then don’t. She is ready, vessel. Claim her first. Or I will.”
“Shut. Up.” Morgan growled through clenched teeth with the effort it took to keep his wolf caged. He was watching as Síofrashook her head as if to clear her thoughts. Her clothes were soaking with sweat and she hunched over with a hand on her abdomen.
“Hurts…Don't feel so good,” she mumbled.
Then they hear it- the thud of footsteps coming up the stairs.
Voices.
“Síofra?”
Cam.
Morgan’s head whipped toward the door. He could smell her now, just beyond the threshold. And Síofra’s coat was abandoned in his haste, lying outside her door like a breadcrumb trail.
Cam’s footsteps slowed, closer now. “Sio? Are you in there?”
Síofra’s eyes widened, sweat slicking her temples. She seemed to regain some of her control as she shook her head desperately, lips forming the word no.
Morgan’s body was vibrating with tension, every muscle drawn taut. The need to hide her away was coursing through his veins.He crossed the room in two strides and braced a hand against the door, holding it shut, his own chest heaving. He could smell Rand getting closer .That little shit needed to stop sniffing around his woman.
Ashmedai chuckled, low and cruel. “Two suitors. One queen. Why not let him in? See who she chooses.”
“Not. A. Word,” Morgan ground out.
