Page 27 of Demanding Discord
I gripped his arms and wrapped my legs around him, taking him deeper with each thrust. As my climax peaked, I screamed his name, throwing my head back and riding the wave. He slammed into me. Once. Twice. On the third time, he groaned, collapsing on top of me and sliding his arms around me, holding on as if he would never let go.
Honestly? I didn’t want him to let go. Ever.
I ran my hands over his back and pressed a kiss to the side of his head. A contented growl rumbled in his chest. Or was it a purr? At this point, I didn’t care. All the worlds in all the realms could fall apart around us as we lay there, locked in our intimate union, both unwilling to sever the bond just yet.
Discord moved first, lifting his head, a crooked grin playing on his lips. “That was much better than doing it on the cave floor. Good call.”
I laughed. “I’m thirty. Comfort is a must.”
He rolled off me, tugging me toward him, and I snuggled into his side, my head on his shoulder, my leg draped across his waist. My mind began to race in the stillness. Thoughts of how crazy this was invaded my psyche, and I held him tighter, silencing them with the promise to unpack it all once I was home.
Except, going home meant I would be alone. Yes, my sisters would be there, and, if all went as planned, my parents too. But I’d have to step up and become High Priestess eventually, and I’d have to do it without Discord by my side.
“I wish we could stay here forever.” The words left my lips before they registered in my brain, but honestly…? They held a shred of truth. Maybe not forever, but how nice would it be to forget about all my worries, my responsibilities, and just enjoy life for a while?
“As do I.” He kissed the top of my head. “If only we weren’t being hunted. I am surprised no one has found us here yet.”
“There’s a cloak on the house. It looks like a dilapidated shack on the outside, and apparently, once someone crosses onto the porch, they become invisible. I’ve watched plenty of demons walk right by while I was standing in plain sight.”
He brushed a strand of hair from my forehead. “Dilapidated or not, the demons here would not leave this structure unoccupied, especially with the inside in pristine condition. Perhaps they are unable to cross Hecate’s magical threshold.”
“A ward. That makes sense.” I slid my hand up his chest to cup his cheek. “You passed out the second we reached the porch. But if the goddess herself set it up to keep demons out, how are you inside and awake now?”
“You know how.”
I propped my head on my hand. “Our bond.”
“Precisely. Had Lucifer not bound my powers, we would be unstoppable.”
“Even with them bound, they haven’t stopped us yet.” I sat up and rested a hand on his chest. “And I don’t intend to let them.”
“Neither do I.” He clasped his hands behind his head, gazing up at me from the pillow.
A strange flutter rose from my stomach to my chest, a disbelieving laugh escaping my throat as I shook my head. Never would I ever have believed lying in bed with a demon would feel so normal. He had talons and horns and the strength of twenty humans simmering just below the surface, but right now, in this moment, he was all man. All…mine.
“I love your smile.” He sat up and brushed the backs of his fingers over my cheek. “But your laugh sounded uncertain.”
“It’s just weird, being here with you. Three dozen demons could be waiting outside in a raging thunderstorm, ready to take off our heads, but I feel so serene.”
He nodded. “It’s peaceful, but it’s a false sense of security.”
“Which is exactly why we need to keep moving.” As much as I hated ending the moment, I slid out of bed and gathered my clothes. “We need to eat and scry and then be on our way.”
He moved to the edge of the bed, resting his feet on the floor and clutching my hips. “Surely we have fifteen minutes to spare before we return to the madness.”
Before I could utter a response, he swept me off my feet and tossed me onto the bed. Then…he showed me the most orgasmic fifteen minutes of my entire life.
11
DISCORD
I sat at a small table in the kitchen of Hecate’s house, watching Cinder intently as she gathered herbs and mixed potions, storing them in obsidian bottles before adding them to her bag. She had tied her long, rose locks into a messy knot atop her head, and a few stray strands hung down, framing her beautiful face, making my chest ache.
Never in my existence had I been so enamored of another being.
After the mistakes I had made, the turmoil I’d brought upon her family and her coven, I was in awe of the fact that she enjoyed my presence. That she willingly shared herself with me, mind, body, and soul. I did not deserve her kindness, much less her desire, yet there she was, stealing glances, a soft smile curving her pink lips as she worked. My presence affected her in ways I never would have believed.
I refused to question it further. What fate had willed, no one could undo, and I’d grown tired of trying. Whether deserved or not, Cinder belonged to me.
