Page 23 of The Demon's Due
He watched as Ashmedai’s fingers plunged in and out of her. It only made him climb higher.
Her scream split the night as she came again, slick painting him. Morgan roared, spilling inside her in hot, endless spurts, his knot straining against her entrance. She let out a strangled squeak when it lodged just beneath her pelvic bone, sending an arrow of extreme pleasure-pain through her as she tipped over yet again. His teeth sank into her neck, marking her as his.
Her sobs faded into quiet shudders as he drew her close as they were still locked together, holding her against his chest in the aftermath. Ashmedai gently slipped away from her body with a promise that the next turn would be his. The shadows swallowed them, a second pair of arms enfolding her, unrelenting even as she wept softly.
Morgan lowered his lips to her temple, gentleness and worship slipping into his voice. “Hush now, my heart. You are mine.”
They were still tangled together, bodies slick and out of breath. Morgan held her close, his heartbeat thundering against hers, waiting for the knot to ease. His hands moved slowly over her back, tracing her contours with a tenderness that stood in sharp contrast to the urgency still gnawing inside him. The wolf was far from satisfied.
When at last the knot shrank, relief and dread mingled in his chest. If he stayed buried inside her, he knew he’d harden again. And worse - the monster in his head was stirring, demanding its turn.
Morgan pressed his forehead to hers. His voice was raw, reluctant. “Ash wants a turn.”
Síofra’s eyes widened, lips parting as her brain struggled to catch up.
“I won’t let him,” Morgan said quickly, holding himself in check, forcing the demon down with every ounce of willpower. “Unless you… unless you want this.”
“I…” she began, voice catching, but the sentence was never finished.
Black smoke rippled across his skin. The demon surged forward, seizing the opening.
Morgan’s body shuddered, and then it wasn’t him holding her anymore.
The figure that rose over her was darker than a shadow, smooth obsidian skin gleaming faintly as if lit from within. Horns glowed with burning embers, golden eyes unblinking. Slit like pupils flickered black.
Ashmedai smiled with Morgan’s mouth, though the shape was too sharp, too cruel. “Not time for questions,” he murmured, his voice low and jagged, yet chillingly clear. “My turn.”
Chapter 11
He caught her wrists in claws that held but didn’t cut, pinning her lightly to the sheets. His forked tongue flickered in the air, tracing over her throat, her collarbone, the bare line of her shoulder as though tasting the heat rolling off her skin.
Síofra gasped, torn between a surge of fear and the traitorous pull of her body. Her mind screamed wrong, but her heart pounded against her ribs, her skin prickling with every brush of smoky heat.
Inside, Morgan raged.Stop! Don’t touch her!He clawed at the walls of his own mind, frantic, but his body remained the demon’s puppet. He could feel everything like he was the one touching Síofra.
Ashmedai chuckled, the sound reverberating through her bones. “She burns for us, vessel. Can you not feel it? Her scent sings. Her body begs.”
“Yes, I feel it!” Morgan shouted from the depths, his voice shaking. “And that’s why you can’t touch her. She’s mine. Not yours.”
Ashmedai’s tongue flickered again, dangerously close to her lips. “She is mine as she is yours. So it has been foretold.”
Síofra turned her head sharply, breaking his line, pressing her face into the pillow.
Ashmedai pinned her wrists with one clawed hand, his strength unyielding but his touch oddly reverent. His forked tongue flicked across her throat, teasing over the sensitive line of her collarbone, the swell of her breasts, lower still-tasting her heat.
“Delicious” he said, tasting a mixture of blood, Morgan's cum and her slick.
Síofra gasped, arching helplessly beneath him.This is wrong,her mind whispered, yet her body betrayed her again. She didn’t pull away when he shifted her legs higher, opening her further to his exploration.
A shudder wracked her frame as he leaned into her, his tongue moving in ways that were alien and devastatingly precise. Pleasure coiled low in her belly, sharper with every pass, until cries tore from her lips unbidden.
Inside the cage of his own body, Morgan felt every sensation she did. Her writhing, her gasps, the slick pulse of her body responding-it all echoed through him, while he could do nothing.
“Stop-don’t you touch her like that!” he roared inside. But Ashmedai only laughed, the sound vibrating through Síofra’s bones.
Her hands, freed in her desperation, flew to his horns. She gripped them hard, grounding herself as waves of heat consumed her, rocking against him as if she couldn’t stop as his tongue invaded her clenching heat. The demon moaned as her hands tightened on his horns.
“Harder,” he hissed,“Stroke it…Just like that.”
