Page 47 of The Demon Prince

Brushing her hair off the column of her throat, he licked the pointed tips of his fangs. “You did not warn me that you would be gone for so long.”

Her bravery was admirable, but it was not limitless. Katherine swallowed hard, then took a step away from him. She turned, her eyes narrowing upon him. “I wasn’t under the impression that I needed to tell you where I was going, as long as I was here for your food at the end of the day.”

“And were you?”

Her eyes flashed with anger. “No.”

He could see her highlighted with a red glow. It played across her features and set her hair on fire, blazing with all the anger that she likely felt as well. And oh, he was nothing but a moth to her flame.

“I have waited a very long time, Kat.” He backed her down the hall toward one of the receiving rooms. It was covered in dust, white sheets over the furniture and every mirror in it covered. The only decorations were the spiderwebs above their heads that hung from the chandelier like strings of pearls.

Once inside, he slowly sat down on what he remembered was a couch. Spreading his legs wide, he placed one hand on his knee and the other gestured for her. “Come here.”

His little pet took one step and then stopped.

Did she really think it was a good idea for her to toy with him? Now?

“Closer,” he snarled.

“I can find the goblet, if you desire—”

“I don’t.” Gluttony shouldn’t interrupt her. He shouldn’t be this demon that turned the room red with the power of his desire, but he... wanted. “I have waited long enough, don’t you think? We’ve played this game for quite some time.”

“And I have yet to lose the game.”

“Checkmate.” He curled a single, taloned finger. “It is time, Katherine.”

“Because I left?”

“Because I stayed in front of that door for hours waiting for you to return! And you didn’t. Do you know what that does to a man?” He was saying too much, damn it. He was supposed to be the monster, not the pathetic sap who waited for her. “Now, come here.”

She was so beautiful walking toward him. It took everything in him to not reach out and slam her down onto his lap. But she did that on her own.

Delicately. Gracefully. Katherine strode between his open legs and then set herself down on his thigh. With a practiced move, she brushed the hair from her throat and looked at him defiantly. “Shall we, then?”

The deep groan in his throat proved just how much of an animal he was. Gluttony lunged, his arms locking around her and tilting her entire body. He dragged her where he wanted her, spreading her thighs over his hips as he positioned her. He wasn’t sure Katherine was even aware of how she draped her arms delicately over his shoulders, or how she’d pressed her core to his.

Blood, life, the smell and taste of her surrounding him. That’s what he wanted. Needed. Desired.

Until her fingers ghosted over his lips as he descended toward her throat. And he paused. Somehow, he held himself back as her fingers traced the outline of his lips.

“Not there,” she whispered, gently moving his face to a higher portion of her neck. “You’ll hurt me.”

And he didn’t want that. No, he didn’t want this to hurt her. He wanted her writhing on his lap, moaning in his ear, enjoying this as much as he would. And yet, he realized he was too far gone for that. Too far gone for any of it.

Fangs flashing, he sank his teeth into her throat. The long points did the job so quickly she only had a chance to stiffen before he drew them out of her flesh. It was a simple puncture, enough for him to draw deeply from her throat.

Her blood splashed out on his tongue and oh, honey. Pure honey straight from the hive poured down his throat, and it was divine. It was everything. It was life, warm and glowing as it spread through his body.

He was vaguely aware of his hands flexing against her waist. How he dragged her even closer, setting her down hard upon his stiffening cock so that he could grind up into her.

And Katherine... Oh, his pet pressed back.

Her long fingers carded through his hair, rasping her nails down his scalp as he bent over her like the monster he was. She held him closer, her legs clamping down around his hips. She even moved. Shifting against him. Rocking back and forth like she couldn’t help herself.

The gods looked down upon them and wept.

His pet in the arms of a devil, giving away her very soul so that she could save countless others. Ah, he was the monster he always feared.

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