Page 37 of The Star's Sword

To my shock, I felt him lightly slap my sex, just once, possessively but also to make a point. Gods, I almost came just from the perfect force of his entire hand covering everything that was so sore and sensitive.

He moved around to look at my face again, still furious, his lips wet with my arousal. “Why didn’t you call for me? Does our bond mean nothing?”

“I had my hand on my sword!” I gasped out, finally. It was pretty hard to breathe when edged this hard and pulled this tight. “I was ready to kill him. Or call you. I swear, I wouldn’t have let anything happen. I swear—”

He grabbed my hair and forced me to face him. “You wouldn’t dare swear to me if you knew what it was like to hunt your mate by scent and find her…like that.”

“He was teasing,” I said. “He tried to feed earlier, and I resisted him. I turned him down. I told him I was calling you—”

“Much good that did,” he snarled.

“I won’t do it again,” I said. “I swear, I won’t go off alone again.”

His eyes calmed slightly at that. “Swear you won’t be so stupid. Swear the second you’re caught without me, you’ll call me.”

“I don’t want to cause trouble if I can handle it.”

His grip tightened. “Swear it. Or I’ll start this all over again.”

I shook my head desperately, sweat drops going flying from my head. “I won’t, I swear.” I writhed. “Please, Samael. I promise, I’ll be careful. I’ll call you instantly every time. I won’t go off alone.”

His jaw tightened, then relaxed, and he nodded. “You are my mate. I won’t stand for disloyalty. If you want to fuck someone, you will clear it with me.”

I nodded.

“As I won’t fuck without you.” He moved between my legs again, inhaling hungrily. “But you’re all I want. All I touch and feel pleasure from. The only light in the dark.” His claws moved along my leg. “Very well, I will let you finish, Morningstar.” His nails dug in slightly, making me gasp and bite my lower lip. Gods, my whole body would accept anything he did anywhere, as long as he let me come soon.

My clit was throbbing, my thighs would have been locked together from tension if they weren’t tied separate, and my feet were going numb.

I had to admit, it had been effective punishment.

“Please,” I said, as I felt his hands grip my hips, his claws grazing and poking me, lighting me up with little sparks on top of the overbearing heat already filling my body. “Please, inside me.”

“You’re too fragile,” he growled, digging his claws in just the perfect depth to tease but not hurt. “Change. I’ll adjust the ropes.”

I wasn’t even sure what that meant, since he’d made the ropes in celestial form. But to my surprise, his rogue merely had to raise his hand, and I felt all of the ropes suspending me lower, like he could determine their length.

But why was he—

“Hurry and change, so I can take you,” he said, running a hand between my legs again as he stepped behind me, and I realized I was now at waist level.

He stepped forward between my legs, and I felt something huge and smooth brush my thighs.

I shuddered in pure delight, already so hungry for the feel of him inside me I could die. “Hurry,” I said.

“Change,” he urged.

I focused and brought out my demon form. A taller version of me with stronger skin, long nails that made claws, and pink skin at my forearms, hands and ankles. Not to mention a long tail.

His huge hand caught it, letting it run through his fingers, as I gasped.

A long, sensitive tail.

Instantly, I felt a rope wrap around it and pull it out of the way.

Horns extended from my head, long and dark blue, and I knew my transformation was finished.

“Good job, mate,” he growled. “Now I’ll take you.”

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