Page 58 of How Not to Date a Demon

His wings fluttered slowly, curling around them, tips dragging against the floor like a set of claws. Just the sound made shivers dance along her skin, or maybe it was the way Galen nipped the exposed flesh of her hip. Or maybe the way his tail wrapped around her ankle and caressed the skin there.

“I’d be happy to remind you,” she answered, staring down at him.

He nodded against her, lips dragging along her skin, and that heat bloomed anew.

“Take my leggings off,” she breathed, and in an instant, Galen’s claw-tipped fingers were tugging at her waistband, and she was stepping out of the pool of black fabric a heartbeat later.

“Surely you know what to do now,” she drawled.

“It’s coming back to me,” he answered dryly.

His hands gripped the backs of each of her thighs as he pulled her legs apart, and she widened her stance.

“If you wanted to get down on your knees so badly,” she rasped out, “all you had to do was ask.”

“But this is so much more fun,” he whispered, the heat of the moment taking their voices away.

She tightened her grip in his hair, decided at the last second to torture him a little, and grabbed onto one of his horns.

Galen’s moan filled the apartment, and she was suddenly thankful the puppies were in Hell, where they belonged. Not dead, mind you, just doing their duty of guarding the entrance like Cerberus had once upon a time, and getting spoiled by every demon that walked past.

Most importantly, they were no longer in her apartment, which meant Galen could get on his knees for her any time of the day without being interrupted by three yipping little beasts.

Led by his horns, Galen nosed at the slit of her cunt, tongue darting out to taste her.

“Will you take your shirt off?” he asked on a breath.

Maeve lifted her eyelids and stared down at him. When she didn’t answer, he tried again.

“Please.”

“Do it yourself,” she said.

Galen rolled his eyes—she’d get him back for that—but rose to his feet gracefully like the demon king he was, and brought the hem of her shirt with him. She lifted her arms and the fabric slipped easily over her head.

Her nipples pebbled in the cool air, and she chased the chills away with a shiver. Galen’s eyes widened appreciatively, almost humorously, at the way her jewel-adorned breasts swayed with the movement.

After he tossed her shirt toward the couch, he hovered his hands over her chest, lifting his gaze to hers in question.

“You can touch me,” she told him.

He chased the shivers away as he cupped her breasts, nipples brushing against his palm and sending sparks of pleasure straight to her core.

This ma—demon was so weak for her, and Maeve never ceased to be amazed at the power he allowed her to wield over him.

As he lowered his head, she tilted hers up, and their lips met in the middle. His tongue darted out to swipe along her lower lip.

Heat swirled in her stomach, turning to bright pleasure as he rolled her nipples between his fingers. But she still held all the control, only allowing their tongues to twine once he’d nipped at her lower lip the way she liked.

Their tongues slid together, tangling and teasing.

Galen dragged his touch down her sides, framing her waist with his tarnished gold hands.

She tilted her head back, and he followed along, trailing kisses along her jaw and down her neck, nipping and biting and sucking at the skin until he left marks behind.

Despite her control, Galen was too good to her, and she let a gasp escape, a pleased hum, as he dipped lower and sucked her nipple between his lips.

He darted his tongue out to flick at the jewelry, hands digging into the flesh of her ass and pulling her closer to him, as if he couldn’t get enough.