Page 72 of Demon Demands

I couldn’t hide the grin that stretched across my face. I’d been waiting forever to catch Stone alone and just… fuck.

I started dragging him toward the back exit, anxious to get out of the bar. I’d been hit on and propositioned and even called a prostitute tonight.

Devil help me, if I got asked how much my hourly rate was one more time, I was going to really put on a show.

Murder everyone in the room or fuck one of my guys on the bar, depending on which me was in control.

I reached out mentally to Novak, letting him, Briggs, and Dolyn know that Satan was in their hands, and that we were heading home.

Briggs' rough voice came back to me, filling every crevice of my mind with his rumbling timbre, “Finally break the demon down? We knew that leather skirt was just short enough to get the job done.”

Novak’s laugh ran through my mind like a caress.

“I see him, and I hope you send us some filthy images later. I’m tired of being left out of all the ones you keep sending Briggs.” His voice was husky, and I knew he wanted to watch.

“Don’t pull me into your kinks, Vampire. If I want to see any angle, it’s Stone’s,” Briggs teased.

“Let me know if you need me, and Dolyn can show you guys the way back to the palace. Don’t follow him in a large group, stay split up the way you are.”

I didn’t wait for a reply. I cut the connection, pulling up my walls and securing my thoughts inside my own head.

By the time our telepathic conversation was done, Stone had me out the back exit and heading down a dark alley.

He stopped, yanking me into him again, kissing me so deeply I worried it might bruise my lips.

His eyes were full of flames when I glanced at him, and I smiled as I dissolved into mist in front of him.

He’d catch up to me. I knew he would.

The thrill of the hunt was much more fun when I got a head start, though.

I landed in the foyer of my wing in the palace, running with silent steps as I waited for Stone to sneak out and grab me. Not knowing what demonic powers he had was part of the excitement. Would he pop right into the room? Would he fly? Was he already waiting for me?

I opened my door and peered around the room but didn't spot him. Ambling in, I pulled my top off as I shut the door behind me quietly.

I felt him before I heard or saw him. The intense heat he was putting off would have burned a human, but it only made me shiver with delight.

Stone wrapped his calloused left hand around my throat from behind, walking me forward to the edge of the bed. With his right hand, he unbuttoned my skirt and pushed it down until it pooled around my knee-high stilettos.

I tried to move so that I could pull my shoes off, but Stone squeezed my thigh, his fingers digging into the muscle as he stopped me.

“You’ll be keeping those on,” he whispered, and I couldn’t help the appreciative moan that slipped past my lips.

His right hand slid higher up my thigh, brushing my drenched pussy with his fingers. I rolled my head to the side, enjoying his possessive grip.

Tightening his hold on me slightly before letting go, Stone skimmed his hand down my left thigh. Both of his hands grasped the inside of my thighs, lifting me as he pulled my legs apart.

He set my feet back on the ground, pushing my shoulders down so that my chest and face were on the bed and my ass was in the air.

“Do not move,” he commanded.

I wanted to roll my eyes. Because, seriously? Why would I move!?

I heard him shuffling around until his clothes hit the floor, and I groaned in anticipation.

Feather soft touches trailed up my thighs and across my ass before his palm struck, a sweet stinging pain on my right butt cheek. I sucked in a surprised breath, feeling wet warmth start to travel down my thigh.

My first orgasm wouldn’t take long at the pace he was setting, adding on to all the casual foreplay that had been happening since I’d met my demon mate.