Page 17 of Imprisoned with the Vampire King

"Technically, I've only known you for a handful of hours. It is a question. And I'm supposed to be getting you out of prison, so you have to be agreeable."

"I guess. In dating, I usually am agreeable. There's just a big difference between being agreeable and being interested in being mated to someone for the rest of my immortality. It's a big commitment. I get… bored." He sounded reluctant to use that last word.

I nodded.

"You're not looking at me like you think that's stupid," Dante said, now studying me.

"Why would it be stupid?"

"I've been told plenty of times that getting bored isn't a reasonable thing to feel in a relationship."

I shrugged. "I disagree, but I'm a fallen angel. I don't think my opinions on the topic are healthy."

"What does falling have to do with your opinions on relationships?"

"More than you'd think."

Dante didn't look convinced. "I want to hear them anyway."

"I—"

An alarm buzzed just outside our room, and I jerked my head toward the door. Dante pressed his hand lightly against my lower back. "It buzzes to let us know that the doors will open in ten minutes. They're only open for one minute. The prison doesn't give us much time for transitions."

Guess I hadn't planned that well. We could add it to the list of ways I'd fucked up the intricate magic. It was becoming a long list.

"You need to bite me," I said.

"Ten minutes isn't long enough for me to make it pleasurable for you."

"Haven't you ever heard of a quickie?"

"We're not having a quickie the first time we—" Dante cut himself off with a growl when I slid into a much more effective position, lining his erection up with my core. He was really fucking hard. I was only a little turned on, but it was enough for me.

"I'll be safer if we smell like sex, right? There's an easy way to accomplish that. And a quickie is a fabulous way to jump into being temporary friends who fuck."

I assumed it was, anyway.

I'd never really done it before. That would've required having friends, even temporarily.

I met his gaze. "It's now or never, Dante. Take it or leave it."

He clenched his jaw slightly. "I'm a demon."

"I'm aware, and I've been knotted before. Win-win situation."

Demons shifted into their other form, sometimes. During sex, usually. When they wanted to, or when they lost control.

In their demon forms, male demons' cocks had a bulge at the base that they called a knot. It would swell when they got off, and made both parties feel really fucking good. Assuming your anatomy could handle it.

Knotting was considered extremely kinky, and if you weren't a demon, it did require a certain willingness to take risks.

I'd taken those risks, a long time ago. They paid off.

His eyes darkened. "Who the fuck knotted you?"

"That's a story for another time. When we're not less than ten minutes from needing to leave our closet."

His chest rumbled. One of his hands dragged over my ass. The other one slid beneath the hem of my panties, brushing my clit from behind. "You're already slick for me."