Page 82 of Demon Demands

When my orgasm ebbed, Briggs pulled away, flipping me over so that my chest was flat on the bed with my ass in the air. He eased back inside me, sliding his fingers into my hair as he hauled me up. With my back pressed firmly against his chest, the new angle left me shaking and gasping out his name.

I whimpered as he let go of my hair, the sound fading into a moan when he wrapped his hand around my throat. His pace was punishing, bordering on cruel.

Applying more pressure to his grip on my neck, he narrowed the blood flow without choking me. My body twitched as he reached down, rubbing his fingers through the mess I was leaving on his cock.

“Do you want to come again, Barbie?” His breath fanned across my cheek as he flexed his fingers around my throat.

He continued to play with my pussy while he switched his pace once more, thrusting slowly out and roughly in. “Do you feel how wet you are for me? How hard you squeeze my dick when you come?”

I nodded my head, unable to truly speak beneath his hold on my neck.

He growled, sucking at the sensitive skin behind my ear. “Good. Now, come on me again. I want to watch us both drip down your thighs.”

Three feather-light circles traced over my clit, causing me to explode around him and drag him into his own release. He groaned against my ear, sending goosebumps skating over my entire body.

And I begged the gods to prolong our joint orgasm… or make it end. I couldn’t tell what jumbled words flitted through my mind other than please and gods and fuck.

My vision had tunneled from the lack of blood, but my line of sight widened once more as Briggs eased his hand away from my throat, running it down my chest.

He snaked his other arm around my stomach, rolling us onto our sides on the bed, my back still pressed into his chest. I laid motionless for a moment, heaving breath into my lungs while I tried to unscramble my thoughts.

I’d been fucked senseless before, but I wasn’t sure that I’d ever had my brains fucked completely out of my body.

I understood what he’d been warning me about — probably a little too late — and I was utterly on board with whatever addictions came with his dick. His personality wasn’t so bad either.

I felt Briggs silently shaking with laughter behind me, and it took me a solid minute to realize that he’d heard my thoughts. Turning over in his arms, I glared at him, but there was no heat behind it. He ducked his head against my neck as he chuckled at me.

Tangling my legs up with his, I pulled my head back enough to use his bicep as a pillow. His gaze caressed the length of my body in a near physical touch as his hand rested in the dip of my waist. The lazy patterns he drew elicited shivers from me, and he grinned at my reaction.

I sighed in contentment, toying with his loose hair. “I have to—”

“What is that?” he interrupted, furrowing his brow and tilting his chin.

I followed his line of vision, glancing down at, “Boobs.”

“Smart ass,” Briggs muttered, shaking his head at me. He tapped my chest between my breasts. “This. What is this?”

Rolling my eyes at him, I huffed. “My mate marks. I’ve shown them to you before.”

Nodding his head in agreement, his eyes bounced between mine as he stated, “You have, but there were only two. Now there’s four.”

I scrunched my face in confusion. “No.”

“That wasn’t a question, Barbie,” he assured me before musing aloud, “There are four marks now.”

Bounding out of the bed on shaking legs, I padded to the bathroom mirror to investigate.

One, two, three... four. A new mark sat right under Stone’s. Four curving lines intersected, one concave line standing straight up, and a single dot at the bottom right.

“Did we…” I cocked my head to the side to study it more. “Did we just…”

“Accidentally seal our bond?” Briggs finished my perplexed thoughts, rubbing a tattooed hand over his mouth to cover his smirk. “Kinda figured that was gonna happen. I’m not all that surprised.”

I couldn’t really say that I was either, not after really thinking it through. Mating between two alphas was mostly a mental state of understanding, companionship, and acceptance.

I suppose we did check off all those boxes. We understood and accepted each other’s strengths and flaws. We’d quickly grown to enjoy each other’s company. And if I had to be honest, I did have feelings for Briggs that I hadn’t really let myself think about.

When I turned to him, a question clear in my expression, he wasn’t looking at my face. Standing at the edge of the bed, Briggs watched with a masculine sort of satisfaction as his cum dripped down my thighs.