Page 125 of Demon Food

Anger swelled through me, as blistering as it was foolish, and I screamed as I pounded my fist against his chest. Then again, I hit him. And again. Again.

I didn’t know why I did it, but I lifted the angel bone high and drove it into the mattress as hard as I could. White feathers danced into the air like big flakes of snow drawn by the wind.

I was still holding myself, when the magnitude of what I’d lost hit me. A bitter, dense silence filled the air.

“So, that’s it, huh?” I asked, hating the tears stinging my eyes. “You’re just going to leave me?”

He looked so pale. So soft in the firelight as feathers fell around him.

“Forever was the word you used,” I whispered, my voice a fractured mess. “You fucking said that word to me, Alek. You cannot say that and leave. You can’t. It’s not fair, and you know it’s not⁠—”

A string of precum glistened in a long thread from my hand when I went to grab his face. I’d almost smeared it on the sheets, but something stopped me.

My brow creased. And my gaze wandered to his perfect mouth.

I didn’t know what I was doing. It wasn’t like it would help—nothing would help.

But I gathered my precum in my fingers and slid them past his lips. Then I plunged them all the way into his mouth and over his tongue.

He jolted.

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FELORÉ

My heart careened in my chest, stammering through beats as I blinked down at him, my eyes huge.

I hadn’t imagined it, had I? No, he’d twitched. He’d twitched. He was alive.

“Fuck,” I whispered, as I fumbled to my knees and stroked my cock furiously. “Hold on, baby. Hold on.”

The precum beading on the tip of my cock wasn’t much. It was just a drop, but I gathered it with care, cradling it in my fingers like it was a precious nectar. Then I pushed my fingers inside his mouth.

He gasped, his chest filling with life-giving air, which transformed into a horrendous, wheezing mess of a cough.

My mind was spinning, but I kept stroking and stroking my cock, gathering just enough liquid for my fingertips to glisten as I plunged them past his lips and onto his long tongue.

That time, he sucked.

He was alive enough to suck.

I charged forward, wedging my knees on either side of his head. Then I shoved the tip of my hard cock inside his perfect mouth, and bless the gods, he began to suck that, too.

“Yes, Prince,” I whispered, cradling the back of his head in my palm, lifting it enough to push my cock further inside his mouth. “Yes, you’re doing so good. Come on. Drink. Drink.”

But he wasn’t. Not really. Not enough to bring him back from the brink of death.

I pushed my cock in deeper. Deep enough to hit the back of his throat in a gentle nudge. His chest pulsed alive, and his body writhed, like he’d been struck by lightning.

My heartbeat hastened as I continued to thrust myself inside his mouth, hitting the back of his throat harder, because he responded to that. He rewarded me in these gorgeous writhes of his body each time, like each thrust was pumping the blood through his veins for him.

This was it. This I could do.

I sprang from the bed, stumbling like a mad man. Then I grabbed hold of his wrists.

He was so heavy, his body deadweight, but I grunted as I dragged him by his wrists in tugs until his head fell off the side of his bed.

I positioned his limp and lifeless jaw as best I could, shocked to find I was the perfect height for exactly this, such that when I nudged my hard cock past his parted lips and wedged myself inside his mouth, it fit like a glove.