Page 21 of The Demon's Due
Her little body betrayed her more honestly than words ever could. He could smell her arousal, sharp and sweet. Her luminous green eyes looked like an abyss with the pupils swallowing the green. Their bed was cramped, yes, but lined with sheets,furs and thick blankets. A nest. A place he could claim her. Her scent of orange blossoms lingered heavy in the air, already saturating it. Soon his scent would drown it out.
There was a mixture of lust and panic as she backed away until her back was to the wall.
He was naked from the hunt but couldn't leave her to wash. He caught hold of one dainty ankle to pull her closer. She gasped, trying to still his hands, but he let go of the ankle to capture her wrists and pin them at the small of her back. His growl deepened, a warning not to test him.
Her body trembled, fear and arousal wound together, the sweet tang of it intoxicating him. “Clench your pussy,” he ordered, low.
Her eyes widened. “What? Why?”
The sharp smack of his palm landed on her bottom. “Do not question me. Clench, then relax.”
Her lips parted on a breath, her face flushing as she obeyed. His hand pressed against her belly, savoring the subtle flex. “Does it feel good?” She didn’t answer quickly enough, and he spanked her again.
“Yes!” she gasped.
He rewarded her with a rough caress, palming her breast, teasing her nipple until it pebbled under his thumb. “These beautiful little tits,” he muttered. “I cannot wait until they nurse my pup.”
Síofra’s gasp was soft, half protest, half need. Her hips rolled against his touch, betraying her.
“You’ll make a good little breeder,” Morgan said, lost to the image. “Do you like that, my little pussy? Being trained and bred?”
“God… yes.”
Her admission nearly undid him. He dropped her onto the nest of blankets, watching as she propped herself on her elbows, lips parted, nipples flushed from his touch. Desire narrowed his focus to the smarting of freckles that dusted her chest. He held back, his cock straining, but he did not give her what she needed yet. Not until she was desperate enough to forget her inhibitions. When lust overtook caution.
Crawling over her, he claimed her lips, swallowing her groans as she twisted beneath him. She fought and opened at once, writhing but yielding. He shackled her throat with his hand again, forcing her eyes to his.
“Open your legs.”
Her breath caught in her throat, but she obeyed. Slowly, reluctantly, her thighs parted. His knees pressed between them, forcing her wider. Her pussy lips glistened with arousal, and thesight of her laid bare beneath him made his cock throb painfully. An ebony hand materialised from the side of Morgan’s torso. They both watched as the claws retracted and first one then two fingers plunged into her, making her let out a startled gasp.
Morgan stilled, then watched as the hand continued to explore her as he held her still. He could feel the wetness of her coating those fingers.
“What a sweet little mate,” he growled. “All spread open and vulnerable before her alpha.”
Síofra shivered, hands fisting in the bedding, her body caught between terror and need. Morgan’s nostrils flared, his entire being consumed by the compulsion to claim, to fill, to mark. The moment had come.
As he leaned in, Síofra steeled herself for the moment his lips would enclose the stiff peak of her nipple.
“Oh!” The exclamation slipped from her lips when he took just the tip, suckling gently. The rough scrape of his stubble tickled her skin, making her squirm. She wanted more. Everything felt hazy ,like she was submerged in a vat of honey.
Distantly, she knew it would hurt when he finally claimed her, but that worry barely grazed her mind. His mouth opened wider, pulling half her breast into the hot wetness of his mouth. Her back arched off the mattress, the sharp sensation sending nerves singing to life and dampness pooling between her thighs as Ashmedai’s fingers worked inside her.
A mixture of Morgan’s earthy, male scent mingled with Ashes smell reminiscent of bonfires and the wild surrounded her. His body caged her. The feeling of his mouth tormenting her breast was sublime. It kept the ache in her lower belly at bay while feeding it at the same time. As she watched ,she could see Ashmedai’s larger frame over Morgan’s, his golden eyes fixed on her with intent. But she was too lost in sensation to wonder what that meant.
Morgan lavished both breasts with relentless attention. He squeezed them together, pinched her nipples, and sucked them a little too hard and yet somehow just right. Her alpha filled her awareness while hands the colour of ebony explored the curves of her buttocks, the crevice between the cheeks, her puckered bottom hole. There was no room for other thoughts, no escape from the fog of arousal that blurred everything but them.
Her restless wriggling drove him lower, his kisses trailing across her belly before returning to her breasts, her throat, then capturing her lips in a drugging kiss only to descend again to her sore, swollen nipples. When she thrashed too much, his large hand closed around her throat, pinning her still.
Her breath escaped in a gasp. The sensation of his huge hand holding her there was unnerving and yet it made her pussy clench at the same time.
Desperate pleas poured from her lips in whimpers, her body betraying her.
“Keep still, love,” Morgan growled, lifting his head to level her with a stern glare. Then his eyes lowered, his gaze fixed on the moist pink petals of her pussy. Her chest heaved as his hand cupped her intimately. He could feel how wet she was.
“Clench for me,” he said, pushing a single thick finger inside.
“Nummm-yes! Oh, please!” she gasped, clutching at the blankets.
