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Even if I spend ten years with him as payment for this new body, that’s as much as I had left to live on earth.
I look at the beast, who’s a little less terrifying every moment I become more accustomed to his face. “How long will the healing last?”
“Forever. Now you have been touched by angel-spark, you will live longer than most humans.”
I blink, thinking of all I could do with… life without limits. I can finally begin a career without worrying that there is no point because I’d never see retirement. Or I could focus on my art and not because I hoped to flash like a shining star before my life is extinguished.
Is a blank canvas full of possibility really worth—
I raise my eyes to the demon. My head still spins with all that my life can now be that the term future isn’t a curse word.
Am I not willing to sell my soul to the devil for even the chance at all that?
The demon in front of me grins big, all those sharp teeth of his glistening. A wolf in wolf’s clothing. And I’m lying to myself if I think I didn’t walk into this with my eyes wide open.
“Okay,” I whisper.
The claw he still has held out moves forward the last inch, flips over, and slices through my clothing as smoothly as if it were silk.
“Then you are mine,” he says, and drops one knee on the bed.
Chapter Six
MONSTER
She is ripe for me.
The scent from between her legs speaks of her readiness and sparks the fire in me.
I have shorn her of the cloths covering her small body. She is bare as a furless kit.
Her eyes go wide as orbs when I shift her underneath me.
“Don’t hurt me,” she gasps.
I frown. Does she misunderstand? “You are my consort,” I say as if this explains all.
And lick my lips.
Chapter Seven
HANNAH
He puts his large hands around his absolutely ginormous shaft. It takes everything I have not to scramble off the bed. Is he seriously about to try to shove that goddamn thing in me?
I mean I’ve heard of jumping in the deep end but Jesus Chr—
His huge body leans over me, and his wings flare outwards around us, blocking out the light.
He doesn’t stink like earlier. I figured he was going into the lake to hunt some food or something but was he actually… taking a bath?
My mind races as I cling to the sheets as his still-dripping lion’s mane dips down toward my breasts. Oh shit, with those teeth, he could shred me—
But I barely have the thought before a warm, wet tongue contrasts the freezing water from his hair.
And while I can feel his hot log of a cock against my thigh, he just lets it rest there.
He licks all around my left nipple with his rough, rasping tongue.
I gasp and my back arches up in my surprise. Which he apparently takes as a good sign, because his leonine mouth closes around my suddenly hard nipple.
I blink in confusion and shoot one hand from the sheet underneath me to clutch—his mane. Jesus why am I clutching onto his wet hair?
Like I’m—
As if I’m—
He maneuvers his mouth in such a way that the barest edge of his teeth bite against my now rock-hard nipple. And he pulls back, and then does it again.
As if with those huge, man-eating teeth, he’s just intentionally nibbling on my breast.
I screech, but it’s not in fear this time. It’s a breathy little moan of… of pleasure.
What the absolute hell is happening?
Is he a literal demon? He mentioned angel-spark? Is that why one touch of his raspy tongue and those menacing teeth against my rock-hard nipple—
My hips lift unintentionally up off the mattress.
Where my inner thigh again encounters his absolute ship’s mast of a cock. He pulses and leans up and into my thigh.
My entire body jolts at the indecent action while I snake my other hand to his head. Where I encounter one of his massive horns and grip onto it. But I’m not sure if I’m trying to pull him away or urge him on.
One more swipe of his tongue and my stomach spasms. Really low. And this intensity suddenly tingles between my legs.
Holy crap! My eyes pop back wide open again. Is this what it feels like to…
… to come?
I blink rapidly, trying to understand the sensations the demon is raising in my body even as he releases my left breast with a wet little pop and moves on to the right one. Immediately, he goes after the nipple again. It was soft but after a second’s attention of his tongue and the nip of his teeth, the nipple hardens right up to a little pebble.
I mean with my ex-fiancé, we had sex sometimes. Not too often because… well. It’s not that it was painful… though sometimes it was. I tried to suggest positions I’d read online could make it easier on my body and bone structure, but that wasn’t the way he liked it. So we just did it the way Drew preferred, and we used lube because I never got very wet. He said some women were like that, and that it wasn’t my fault.
