And then I move.
Slowly at first, getting used to the new position. My pussy grips every part of his enormous shaft. I slide up and down until his eyes flash ruby and a glint of fang peeks from his lips. Inhaling a sharp breath, I stare, mesmerized.
“I won’t feed on you unless you tell me to.”
He trails kisses over my collarbone and across my chest. The thought of the pain from his fangs and the pleasure of him pounding into me makes me release an unsteady breath. I want this.
“Do it.”
It comes out husky and broken. A whisper, but enough for him to study me seriously. I pump up and down as I bite my lip hard enough to draw blood. The bead of red sits on my bottom lip, daring him to take it.
His eyes ignite with flames as he licks it from my lips. “Exquisite. Now I want more.”
I tilt my head to the side, moving my hair to give him an unobstructed view. Continuing to move my hips slowly, I clench my pussy with every raise. His entire body tenses, then his fangs are inside my neck. I cry out.
It hurts.
And then his saliva mixes with the pain, and I come so hard I have to hold on to him to prevent myself from falling. An animalistic moan comes from his mouth as he cradles me to him. He thrusts his hips up, leaving me caged between his fangs and cock.
He pulls off my neck, licking the wound. A chill rushes through me as he gazes into my eyes, mouth coated in my blood. When he licks his lips, I slam my mouth on his, wanting to taste the coppery essence. He drives into me, making me croak in ecstasy.
The wave builds and I come crashing down again, my orgasm prolonged by his madding thrusts. He comes shortly after, pulling me in tightly and burying his face in my breasts.
We both crash to the bed, but I flip on my back this time. My body was so cold, but now all I feel is heat everywhere.
A knock sounds on the door. Before I can cover myself, a furious Mammon barges into the room. I reach for the sheet, but it’s caught all over our legs.
“Get out,” Torque roars.
Mammon closes his eyes as he marches back out. That wasn’t embarrassing at all.
“I’m sorry. Let me see what he wants, then I want to hold you until we have to go meet up with everyone else.”
He slides from the bed, pulls his underwear on, and leaves. I admire the view before getting out of bed to head into the bathroom. After I run the shower as hot as it can go, I climb in.
Even though someone cleaned me off earlier, I can still feel the death coating my skin. I killed Scur. A demon who has been haunting my dreams for weeks. It’s finally over.
Reaching over to grab the shampoo, I lather my hair. It’s a tangled mess, but I get it under control before putting conditioner in it. Soaping my body next, I run my fingers down between my legs and wince at how sore I am.
Sex was never something I enjoyed before. I wasn’t a virgin, but close to it. There was a guy on a mission a long time ago who took care of that. I have had no one since.
The shower door opens. Torque slips in, running his hair under the water. His eyes close, and he lets out a long sigh.
“What happened?”
“Theron has confessed some disturbing news about the Bloodlands. There are forces back home that wanted to see Scur dethroned, but they didn’t want me back. There is a renegade sanction calling themselves the Blood Laws. It appears I’m going to travel to court.”
Turning around to face him, I grab the soap off the shelf. I rub it over his chest and arms, a mechanical process rather than a sexual one. I want to show him that I care outside of having sex.
“I’m going to stay here. I need to connect with the Darklands. As much as I hate you going alone, you need to do this by yourself. Too much change might not be good, especially if you have to deal with rebels.”
“I don’t want to be separated. We’ve only just mated, and it doesn’t feel right to leave you.”
He kisses the top of my head as he pulls me into a hug. Looking up into his face, I see the worry there. Not only for me, but also for the things he’s going to do.
“We will meet here in a few weeks. If we’re going to take down Rahna, we need a united front. As much as I’d like to go back to the Mortal Realm and kill her now, we’d lose without an army.”
He lets me go as I make him turn so I can wash his back. My hand runs up and down his shoulders and the tight muscles in his trapezius, trying to get some knots out.
“Can I not like that you’re right?”
“You can, but it won’t change anything.”
I kiss his back before rinsing the conditioner from my hair and stepping out, grabbing the fluffy white towel off the rack. After I hand the other to Torque, we dry off as we walk into the bedroom.
They’ve brought clothes in for me. Leggings and a tunic, something I normally wouldn’t wear, but it’s better than the dress. And I’d rather not wear Torque’s boxers again. However, they were comfortable, if not a little weird.
“Let’s go find Nox and Uriel. I’d like to fill them in on our plan,” I say, slipping on my shoes.
“I’m sure they’re in the dining hall. He’s calling for a celebration tonight. With the grounds a mess, I think we’re eating in the formal dining room.”
“Wonderful. More stuck-up people who
