Page 20 of The Demon's Due
Morgan grit his teeth. “You just hijack my body every time-”
“I can. And I will,” Ashmedai interrupted smoothly. His golden eyes gleamed from the shadow-mask that now served as Morgan’s skin. “But I have learned something new. Thisword-‘fuck’-” He rolled it over his tongue like a jewel. “I like it. It is… very versatile.”
Morgan groaned, shoving against the demon’s hold, though he knew it was useless. “Great. Glad I could expand your vocabulary. ”
Ashmedai laughed, smoke trailing behind them as they soared back toward the cave, deer carcass clutched easily in one clawed hand.
Chapter 10
Síofra stirred on the makeshift bed, the quilt clutched in damp fists. Her skin burned like liquid fire, every breath dragging against her ribs.
The need was a sickness spreading through her blood.
Her body was a traitor. Every nerve felt alive, every brush of the quilt against her thighs unbearable. Her breasts ached, heavy and swollen, her nipples painfully tight against the thin fabric of her tank. Between her legs, heat pulsed, sharp and insistent, soaking the furs beneath her and gently pulsing with desire. She slipped her hand into her panties to rub her clit in urgent passes before inserting a finger into her clenching wetness. But that only made the ache worse.
She rolled onto her side, biting back a whimper. The cavern spun.Why is this happening?
Her mind chased fragments: Morgan’s voice, low and rough-You’re going into heat.His eyes, glowing gold one moment, blue the next. The demon’s laughter curling through the air.Flame-haired goddess… ripe… fragrant…Ashmedai
He was not of this world with ebony horns glowing with fire, skin like midnight and a face that was only vaguely human with a flattened nose, high cheekbones and a mouth full of sharp teeth. He towered over Morgan, easily seven feet.
She was distracted as a wave of heat crashed through her, leaving her trembling. She tried to fight it, tried to will her body to calm, but every inhalation filled her lungs with his scent-smoke, cedar, peppermint, wolf. It only made it worse.
Her bodywanted.Though she didn’t understand it, her body called to him.
And under it all, the sharpest fear- if Morgan didn’t do something, she was going to lose herself entirely.
She twisted in the sheets, sweat slicking her temples, whispering his name even though he wasn’t there.
“Morgan…”
She needed Morgan..she needed him and he wasn't here..where was he?
She was vaguely aware of his smell enveloping her,calming her as he felt her forehead before he pulled her onto his lap and cuddled her, his hard cock throbbing between her buttocks. She tried to avert her gaze, to deny his pull but the heat in her flesh refused to be ignored. What madness was this? She did not want to be this…this sex crazed beast. She should not want any of this. And yet… her pulse throbbed, traitorous and insistent.
Morgan seemed unfazed by her sudden descent into nymphomania. “Let me help you,” he asked as the scruff from his chin rubbed the delicate skin of her neck, “Let me make you feel better.”
Her lips parted, denial forming. “Please” Her palms pressed against his chest to push him away, but the contact startled her. His warm body dwarfed hers-muscle like slabs of stone beneath her hands. Instead of shoving, her fingers clenched, curling against him, petting when she should be resisting.
“It will work,” he murmured to himself, claiming her hand and pressing it firmer to his chest. “You were made for me. Sometimes the first time is uncomfortable. If the alpha is a bastard, there might be pain. But my cock can and will go all the way into your sweet little pussy, one way or another. With a little patience, the knot will go too. I have never knotted anyone before. That will happen only with you. I am patient, Síofra. I’d rather it be uncomfortable than painful.”
His lips brushed the column of her throat, laying kisses that set fire to her nerves. “Now, my little mate, I am going to fuck and claim you…” His teeth nipped her skin, drawing a shiver through her. “…that is not a choice anymore.”
Síofra could only nod her head and hold tight as impatient hands tore off her shorts and panties and then made quick work of her tank. She hadn't worn a bra, it was so hot. He pulled her back onto his lap where they sat skin to skin. Sharp teeth held her nape as one large arm encircled her neck while the other hand trailed down her soft belly, lingering there to squeeze the flesh before creeping down to her shaved pussy. A maddeningly gentle finger circled her clit, rubbing in circles before plunging one large finger into her soaked pussy. Eager inner flesh clenched and pulled as he moved his finger in and out as if they had all the time in the world. She was unable to stop her hips from moving against his thrusting finger which edged her close but not close enough.
“Clench that pretty pussy for me” he ordered, his breath moving through her hair as he watched his finger moving in and out.
Her body clenched at his words, a groan slipping past her lips. Shame flushed her cheeks. What kind of deviant creature was she to be aroused by the sinful image of Morgan forcing her to accept every inch of his cock?
“Not enough,” she whispered, voice trembling.
“Good girl.” His approval rumbled low, stirring heat in her belly. Releasing her, he stepped away from his grappling hands as his scent filled her lungs and left her dizzy. His fingers lifted her chin, forcing her gaze to meet his. His thumb brushed over her nose, smearing her wetness with a smirk before his eyes darkened. Then he plunged the finger in his mouth and licked it clean.
“Delicious”
“God, you are a beautiful little thing,” he said. “I should feel bad about how much I want to ruin your tight little cunt. But I am your alpha and this pussy is mine.”
Many believed only werewolves can mate alphas. But Síofra, small and uncertain, appealed to everything in him. She would need taming, coaxing, training to accept him… and he relished the thought. He never realized he had such proclivities until he laid eyes on Síofra.
