Page 48 of Demonic Prince


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I obey, my fingers worrying the hem of my shirt. “What do you want?”

“To complete the hunt. To locate you in the waking world.”

“How?”

“By making you come.”

He unbuckles his belt. The clink and rasp sets my heartbeat racing. Slowly, he unbuttons his fly. When he frees his cock, it’s impossible not to stare. I try to stroke him, but he steps back and shakes his head.

“I want you to turn around and back against the cage. Bend over.”

I do as I’m told, shivering with anticipation. His hand slips between my legs and nudges them farther apart. His claws trace the inside of my thighs. I’m bared to him, the night wind cooling the wettest, hottest part of me.

I’m more than ready to surrender to an incubus invading my dreams.

“Never been fucked by a cock before,” he murmurs, as if pondering the idea.

“Don’t torture me.”

“That’s the trouble with dreams. I can only use your memories, and you have no recollections of me sliding inside you. You’re an innocent virgin.”

“I’m not innocent, I swear.”

“You have a filthy imagination, but it might be easier for you to imaginethis.” He whispers in my ear, his breath heating me. “Imagine me coming between your thighs. So close to filling you that it drives you wild. Imagine how slippery it feels when you dip your fingers into my seed and pleasure yourself.”

When the first spurt hits the inside of my thigh, I gasp at the shock of it. Another spurt follows. And another. With a whimper I can be ashamed of later, I rock my hips back to give him a better target. My fingers dart between my legs. Shamelessly, I rub myself in frantic circles.

“Good girl,” he says, his voice rough.

He’s still coming on me. I’m drenched by him.

Crying out, I arch against the cage and shatter into a thousand shards of pleasure.

* * *

I wake with a jolt. Alone.

I’m still shaking from the aftershocks of my climax. Feverish warmth radiates from my skin. I clutch the blanket to myself even though I’m overheated. I’m not sure I can survive another incubus sex dream.

How long will it take for Rook to find me?

Worse, how long do I have left before I’m hopelessly in heat? Soon I won’t be able to think of anything else.

The night watch glances at my cage. I stare back at him, daring him to try something stupid, but he walks away. Maybe he heard what happened to Fallan. Leaning against a tree, he scans the forest.

A branch cracks underfoot.

The night watch stiffens, his hand lingering on the hilt of his sword. No one else moves. I wonder if Zin is only pretending to be asleep, like a child who doesn’t want their nightmare to come true.

Silence. Slowly, the night guard relaxes.

But he can’t see in the dark, and I can.

Deeper in the forest, between a tangle of brambles, a monster crouches.

Dire wolf.

It swings its massive head to look at me. Demonic eyes glow red, a reminder of Rook. When the dire wolf pants, its tongue lolls out between dagger-sized fangs. It must be double the size of an ordinary wolf.

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