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His mouth is as hot as the rest of him, making me realize how cold I must be in comparison. He doesn’t mind, though. Following the rhythm of my motion, he kisses me back. His inexperience is obvious. I don’t care. There’s something charming in the way Loki kisses.
When I pull back, he growls softly in his throat, following my mouth.
I pat in his chest.
“Ken-dee?”
“Kiss,” I tell him again. Might as well take the time to teach him the word to go along with it. “Kiss.”
“Kiss,” he echoes and leans in to brush his lips against mine again.
In so many ways, my monster proves to be a fast learner.
LOKI
My Ken-dee is healing me.
Just having her in my sight is enough to beat back the worst of the shadows. When she allows me to touch her, they nearly disappear. She has not invited me to mate her again no matter how I scent her cunt growing ready for me.
But she allows me to kiss her, and I accept each lip touch as eagerly as the last.
Especially since I doubted she would ever let me touch her at all after I carried her through the portal into Sombra.
I was a selfish male. So consumed with knowing she was my mate, I didn’t think to ask if she would come with me. I didn’t want to risk breaking Duke Haures’s first law. The idea of leaving her behind never occurred to me. She was mine, and that meant she had to come with me.
She’s content now. Happier after I removed the human skull from our sleeping quarters. The only time I ever scented fear coming from my mate was when she saw the smooth skull. She must have thought I hunted her kind.
I hunt the shadow vermin and the beasts. I’ve never seen a human before my Ken-dee and I would never use my claws against her people.
The ungez she’s claimed as hers counts as her people. No matter how my mouth waters, I do not eat it. I feed it instead, sharing the meat and plants I gather for my mate with her pet.
My mate is sweet. She is kind. Watching her tend to the vermin has my chest puffing out. As gentle and protective as she is over the creature, I can only imagine what a good mother she’ll be when we have offspring.
I’ve always wanted a family of my own. Spawn that’s part Loki, part Ken-dee. Finding my mate should have meant that I would have one, though it’s been close to a cycle now and I have yet to gather enough essence to finalize my mate bond with Ken-dee.
I’m healing. Every day with Ken-dee makes me a better Sombra demon. When I’m whole enough that I have my soul back, I will give it to her. She will know me and my thoughts. Understand that everything I do, I do for her. If I can give essence, I can accept it, and I will finally know all of my clever little mate.
For now, she sits with me. Sleeps beside me, taking the warmth I so freely offer her. She teaches me as I teach her. It’s slow going, reminding me of my early days at the School of Mages when every lesson seemed impossible, but I’m a devoted pupil.
If I can’t learn her through her essence, I will learn her in other ways.
My Ken-dee is my favorite subject.
I always knew I would love my mate. The gods set aside one female in all the worlds for me, but even they could not foresee how easily I would grow to need having one small human close.
She teases me in the few words we share. Delights with me when her ungez snuggles between us, the creature’s tail whipping Ken-dee’s belly, it’s claws kneading my demon chest. When I conjure her a comb after seeing her struggle to drag her fingers through her watered hair, she gives me an embrace—a ‘hug’—and parks me down in front of her to comb my hair after she finishes hers.
Starting the next time she water her hair, I insist on combing hers. She still combs mine. Knowing she gets enjoyment running a comb through my long hair has me aching to turn around, pick her up, and lay her out on our bed.
But I won’t. Not until she gives me a sign that she is ready to welcome me once more. So she did so easily, dazed by the mate bond snapping in place between us. I will relish taking her when I know I’ve earned her heart.
I am close. With every day, her affection for me grows. I work hard for her favor. Ken-dee deserves an honorable male. I strive to be one.
Maybe if she had been born before I was lost, I could have.
Because though I am better than I once was, there is a difference between being a demon and going demonic—and I live with the repercussions of the second every single day.
I was born a proud Sombra demon. But going demonic… walking into the shadows not caring whether they defeated me or I joined them… that didn’t happen until it was too late for me to get control of myself.
