Page 28 of The Demon's Due
Ash’s growl reverberated like thunder and made the shop girl jump mumbling nervously about thunder, but it only made Morgan huff a laugh. For once, the wolf and the demon were aligned, their agreement humming comfortably between them.
“Still,” Morgan muttered, glancing at the bag, “maybe… trying things on isn’t the worst idea.”
Síofra stopped dead in her tracks, glaring at him. “You’re impossible. Both of you. I thought we should be focusing on the quest.”
Ashmedai purred, satisfied. “She will come around. They always do. I think I will permit you to call me Ash when I am pounding your pussy. Yes, this pleases me.”
Síofra blushed scarlet.
Morgan gave her a crooked smile. “Don’t look at me like that. I can tell you like the idea. I’m just saying-what if the fit’s wrong?”
Her cheeks went scarlet. “I hate you.”
“Sure you do,” Morgan said, from behind her.He pressed against her back and she could feel the outline of his manhood.
Ash’s voice slithered up from the back of her mind, smooth as oil.“A skirt. Yes. At least you look less like a peasant.”
She clenched her jaw.“I wanted trousers.”
“And I want a throne carved from the bones of my enemies, flame-haired goddess. We cannot always have what we want. The skirt suits you. Easy access for us.”
Her cheeks flushed crimson. “Shut up,” she hissed under her breath, earning a smirk from Morgan, who was juggling boarding passes.
By the time they boarded, Síofra’s nerves were frayed. Morgan had managed to buy out the four seats in their row, which meant no strangers would wedge themselves between them. Still, economy felt like a metal coffin with wings.
Ashmedai grumbled immediately.“A king forced into a sardine tin. Truly, your world is barbaric.”
Morgan dropped into his seat with a sigh.
“Get some sleep,” he muttered, tucking a blanket around her once they had made short work of the meal.
She curled into the window seat, wrapping the blanket tight. Exhaustion pulled at her bones, and for a moment she thought she might actually rest. Morgan leaned his head back, eyes closed within minutes.
The cabin dimmed as the engines hummed and people settled.
And then… the whispers started in her ear.
“So close. I can hear your heart beating.”
Her breath hitched. She glanced sideways. Morgan’s chest rose and fell in a deep, even rhythm.
“He sleeps while I watch. ”
She swallowed hard, pulling the blanket higher.“What are you doing?”she whispered.
“Nothing.”His laugh purred through her.“Yet. But your skin… is delicious. The heat still coils inside you. Do you know how loud your body is? How it sings?”
She pressed her thighs together, furious at herself as a shiver ran through her.
Ashmedai hummed, smug.“Ah. There it is. You betray yourself.”
She clenched her fists under the blanket. “Stop it.”
The presence eased back, but not without a parting jab.“Very well. For now. But know this, goddess -you may resist me with words. Your body will not.”
Beside her, Morgan stirred faintly, head turning toward her as though some part of him felt what was happening even in his sleep.
Síofra stared out the window into the endless dark sky, heart hammering.
