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I rock forward, moaning shamelessly when he slides his tongue to my clit. I slide my fists up and down his horns, making him growl against my pussy, spurring him to suck harder, flick faster. The orgasm hits me without warning, making me writhe and grind on his mouth until I’m gasping for breath.
This time, Raz doesn’t keep going, pushing me into a second wave. He doesn’t take me down with gentle laps over my clit. Behind me, the sharp zip of his fly slices the air, then his hands are on my hips, lifting me off his face and centering me over his towering cock.
My head falls back as his hard, fat tip pushes inside me. The heat of him… God, the thickness. Every time is like the first time, stretching me wide, taking him deeper, deeper, until there’s no room for more… until there is. A shuddering moan leaves my panting lips as he angles his hips to fit the full, impossible length of him inside me. “Raz,Raz…”
“Now,” he growls, pressing a finger against my clit and sending me crashing into another spiral of pleasure, his cock throbbing as he follows me over. He catches me before lightheadedness has me tumbling off of him. “I have you, my sunshine.”
The carpet is no match for his big, soft bed, but the way he looks at me while cradling me beside him would make anywhere feel like home. The way he always looks at me. The realization of it catches in my throat, making me choke on my breath.
“Are you unwell?” The broody set of his brow says the headshake I give him isn’t a good enough response.
I can’t tell him I love him. Thathe’smy home, and I want to pack my things and move to his cabin so we can live every day like this moment. Love isn’t part of his vocabulary, even though I know he feels it. And he’s been a solitary creature literally forever. He might never want a 24/7 girlfriend. I’m okay with both things. Because I’m not broken like I used to be. My glue is holding. My spiderweb has never been stronger.
“Just thinking about how happy I am. About us, together and individually.”
“As am I.” He presses a soft kiss to my lips, then helps me to my feet. “I have wrinkled your dress,” he says as he follows me out the door. “And I am not sorry. Now all the males at the wedding will know you have been well-fucked by your demon boyfriend.”
I giggle while sliding my arm through his. “And all the women will be jealous.”
“Their envy would be pointless. I only see you. I want only you.”
* * *
Razbunare
It has beendifficult to keep my secret from Dela. There is no deception in the information I have withheld. I am…excited. An interesting feeling with layers that never settle. After we have finished whatever post-wedding socializing she wishes to do, I will take her to the cabin and show her what I have planned. If she thinks it is too soon, I will wait as many days, weeks, months, or years as she needs. But I do not want to wait. Fifty years will not be enough time with her. I want to live in her sunshine every possible minute. Even among this gathering of people is bearable with her by my side.
“Girl, let me look at you,” one of Dela’s friends says, making amm-hmmnoise as she surveys Dela from top to bottom. “So gorgeous. And that glow. I’d ask where I can get some of whatever it is making you look so radiant, but I think you’ve got the source locked down.”
Dela laughs, gesturing toward me. “Shay, you know Raz.” Then Dela turns to me, giving me a raised eyebrow as she continues. “And Raz, I’m sure you recognize my friend Shay from The Brew.”
Vengeance demons do not lie. But humans do not require full honesty at all times. “It is nice to see you,” I say, offering my hand to the woman, a human gesture she waves off in rejection.
“Tempting, just to see what I might see, but I’ll pass, because of what I might see.”
Dela snuggles under my arm, pressing her softness against my side. “That sounds like a riddle, but she means it literally. Shay is a seer.”
“Wasa seer,” Shay corrects.
“You still are; you just choose not to practice.”
Shay flicks her fingers, then settles her gaze on me. “What about you, Razbunare? Could you choose not to practice the thing you were born to do?”
“No, I would be recalled to hell if I failed in my duty.”
“Bummer,” Shay says, “having no free will like that.”
“Oh, he has free will,” Dela tells her friend. “He’s particular about the revenge he fulfils now. No violence, no physical harm. He tries to keep things fair and minimize the negative ripple effect. That’s why it takes so damn long and I don’t get to see him every day.”
Shay’s gaze swings from Dela to me. “A vengeance demon with a conscience and code of conduct. Interesting. When did that happen?”
I do not fault Dela’s friend for wishing to protect her, but Dela does not require protection from me. “Two years ago.”
Dela shifts to look up at me. “Before you came to Fate’s Falls? I thought you changed your method of meting out revenge after you met me.” Though she maintains a pleasant expression, her voice is missing its joy.
“I’m always interested in an origin story,” Shay says, when I fail to answer my sunshine’s question. “What happened two years ago to bring about the change in your method?”
“Shay,”Dela hisses, sliding out from beneath my arm. “That’s Raz’s business, not ours.” Protective of me, despite her disappointment that I was not entirely forthcoming with details from my past.
