Page 86 of The Demon King's Destiny

Chapter 22

Marrok had Evelyn off her feet and in his arms before she’d even realized he’d moved from his seat. How he’d gotten from the table to the doorway so quickly she didn’t know.

His arms shook asshe wascompressedup againsthis front. Hepushedhis face into the fabric covering her chest as he held her aloft.Marrokhugged her so tightly she had difficulty breathing.

Evelyn did the only thing she could, she held onto him, her feet dangling inches above the floor. Her eyes burned. He was real. He was tangible. There would be no waking up from this.

A throat cleared and Evelyn lifted her watery eyes to Theron.

“Might I suggest, before your skin touches his, you retreat to your rooms for the night? We can meet in the morning. I’ll leave you two to … talk things over while I find Marrok’s men a place to sleep.”

Marrok snorted, not bothering to turn towards the priest. There’d be no talking tonight. He held his ear to Evelyn’s chest, listening to the rapid beat of her heart, waiting until the elderly male vacated the room.

“You can put me down now.”

“No, I cannot. Just tell me where your rooms are.”

“Marrok—”

“Evelyn. The second I touch your skin, and I most certainly will be touching it, it could start the mating frenzy. It might not be as intense because of our bonding in the dreamworld, but trust me when I say you won’t want to be in this room. It’s the only reason I haven’t kissed you.”

“Fine. Exit the room and turn left.”

“Wrap your legs around me,” he demanded impatiently.

“Anyone could see us.”

“I don’t care.”

“Several of my father’s men are here, as are two of Kellan’s wolves and one vampire. We are not alone.”

Marrok adjusted his grip, his hands holding her aloft by her backside. He loweredEvelynenough to allow her to feel his erection. She was now at eye level and he could see the flush of her skin, smell the sweetness of her sex.

“Wrap them around me or I’ll have my fingers buried in you faster than you can say please.”

“Marrok,” she breathed, licking her lips, staring into his rich, honey-like gaze. They were close enough to share breath, a whisper away from touching. Her insides clenched and she was tempted to rip away her clothing herself.

Her legs lifted, locking behind his back. A satisfied rattle emitted from his chest and her panties grew damp. His bulge was notched right where she needed it most.

“Please,” she whispered, arching her chest.

“Not yet.”

Marrok walked out of the room, carrying the center of his universe in his arms. He turned left, entering a long corridor. Halfway down, she told him to turn left again into a darkened hallway leading to a separate wing.

Torches lit the way, but the only light he saw was the golden hue smoldering in his mate’s right eye. It marked her as his. He liked seeing her marked, even if it wasn’t of his doing. He wanted her branded in every way.

Fevered anticipation to fully complete the bond, to lie with her in the flesh, besieged his body. He was dangerously close to taking her against the nearest wall.

“How far down?” he grumbled, still staring at his saatus, unable to tear away from the trance she held him in.

“Last door on the right.”

“Are there others in this wing?”

“No. Why do you ask?”

“Because you’re going to scream my name loud enough to shake the heavens.”

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