Page 144 of The Demon's Fire
Thrusting into Skyler, the beast howled, insane in its need to possess the female, its large cock filling her as she pleaded for more. It hammered in and out of its mate while she matched its fierce desires with her own.
“Yes, Kole. Yes.”
It knew when she broke. Skyler threw back her head, her body convulsing, shouting Kole’s name as she orgasmed.
Its mate satisfied, its possession nearly complete, the beast roared. Its hips slammed into her cold flesh, its movements frantic until the explosive eruption. Gripping her waist, it pressed against her until it had nothing more to spill. Still, it hung on, roaring its satisfaction.
Sated, the fiery demon disappeared, leaving only Kole. Exhausted. Complete.
Skyler collapsed onto her stomach, panting, her heartbeat a loud rhythm. Once she calmed, she spoke, her words muffled against the sheets. “That was… That was…”
Kole rose above her on flexed arms. “Fucking impossible. You mated my demon, Frisca.”
“But how?”
He rolled them onto their sides, holding her close as he regulated his breathing and heartbeat. “Blood Coven mages are full of surprises,” he said. “My witch is particularly surprising.”
Skyler’s henna tats had faded, but he touched a calloused finger to the skin above her breast. “You have my rune, my name. And here,” he tapped his chest, “is yours, now a part of my lineage.”
Skyler studied the marks. “They’re beautiful.”
After a few minutes, Kole pierced the silence. “I’m afraid I’m hard again, mate. I can’t get enough of you.”
She eyed his erection and smiled. “I’m yours, forever.”
****
Eachday, guards accompanied Skyler to work at the Alliance. Kole would not budge on the issue. Settled into the stronghold, Skyler sold her desirable Chicago condo, moving a few pieces into their new suite. Not everything. Some of her stuff was boring. She learned she liked color. Not too much, of course.
As the sun streamed through a bedroom window, Skyler stretched, patting a hand on the bed beside her, finding the space empty. She rolled up, tangled platinum hair trailing down her back, the sheet clasped to her breasts.
When the door opened, Kole strode in wearing loose, low-hanging sweats and no shirt. He was barefoot, deliciously handsome, big, virile, every inch her barbarian.
He hid his hands behind his back. “We never got around to the gift part of the Settling. Something kept coming up.”
“Often.” Skyler laughed. “What are you hiding?”
“Nosy. A gift.”
“Let me see it.” Having rarely received a present, Skyler stifled an almost childish giggle.
Bringing it forward, Kole offered it to her, his eyes wary.
Skyler smoothed her fingers over a long, rectangular box packaged in colorful foil and tied with a sumptuous red bow. “So pretty. I hate to unwrap it.”
“Come on. Hurry.”
Skyler slid the bow off, careful to keep it intact. She removed the paper, not tearing it. When she lifted the lid off the box, she gasped. Silent tears streamed down her cheeks. She couldn’t stop them.
Kole reached to take the box away. “Damn. I’m not good at this. I thought you’d like it.”
Skyler swatted at his hand, sniffling. “Don’t you dare. Haven’t you ever heard about tears of joy?” She lifted her chin, inch by inch, her cheeks moist. “Like it. I love it, Kole. You remembered.”
As her demon grinned ear to ear, she removed the gift from the box, stroking its slippers, its pale pink tutu. She whispered, “My Pretty Ballerina Doll. She’s beautiful.”
“You’re beautiful, Frisca.”
Reluctantly, she lay the doll aside, grabbing his hand. “You gave me a future, Kole. Now, you have given me a childhood.” She swallowed hard. “I have a gift for you also.”
