“So do I.” He rolled his hips, tipping up into me at this new angle and hitting a spot so deep inside of me that I groaned.
Bracing my hands on his chest, I rode him fast and hard, my breasts bouncing until he caught them in his hands and plucked the tips.
“Come again. I want to feel you like this, gulping on my cock while I fill you with my cum.”
It was like he trained my body to do exactly what he said. The words had barely left his mouth before I was screaming his name, seeing stars all over again as an orgasm ripped through me. Risk shoved his hips up, burying himself inside of me with a guttural groan, and then I felt searing cum burn through me with satisfaction.
I collapsed on top of him, unable to move, barely able to breathe. With my head nuzzled against the crook of his neck, I watched as a deep red hourglass appeared on his throat.
Holy shit.
I just made a high level risk demon my mate.
Chapter 17
I was lying on a pillow of clouds, literal clouds that my new...mate...had conjured in this mysterious between world for me to rest on. “Are you going to keep pretending to sleep, Wicked Love?” he asked, while stroking my cheek. I wasn’t ready to admit that I’d mated him.
Mates.
Fucking mates.
I kept rolling that word around in my head, trying to piece together what this meant for my future—our future. I didn’t know this man. I didn’t know if he had skeletons in his closet or crazy habits, or if he was a serial fuck ’em and feed ’em sort of guy. I knew nothing about him, and now a part of my demonic side was tethered to him...forever.
“I can sense you freaking out. There’s always this high after a big risk and then the inevitable crash. You’re burning with turmoil, and I can practically taste it. What’s going on in that pretty head of yours? Regretting this already?”
That was one thing I definitely knew about him: The man was blunt.
I swallowed, trying to think of what to say without offending the only person that could transport me out of this place.
“I’m just processing,” I cautiously replied. “That was very impulsive, you know? I don’t even know you, not really.” I winced when his brow furrowed, but continued. “Isn’t becoming mates a bit...permanent?”
I was about to start hyperventilating. When this was all said and done, I was going to have a stern group meeting with my spider and my vagina. They can’t just go all sex crazed and leave my brain behind.
“I’m not the demon of thinking through and responsibility,” he said wryly. “I told you before. I love the risk,” he purred. “I live for it. In fact, I haven’t felt this good in years. What if we hate each other? What if you clip your toes at the dinner table, or worse...what if you turn out to be a vegetarian?” he shuddered with a chuckle. “The possibilities are endless.”
His blasé, pleased face confused the hell out of me. I stared as he folded his hands behind his head and looked up at the expansive blank sky overhead, not a care in the world. I glanced at the bright red mark on his neck, and my spider preened.
“Is it reversible?” I asked.
“Nope. Isn’t that fun?”
“You’re insane,” I deadpanned.
“And you’re overthinking this. You wanted me as a mate. I wanted the risk. You need to feed, and I need to fuck you again and again. This arrangement can be mutually beneficial. Besides, we have much bigger problems.”
At the mention of said problems, I closed my eyes and forced all thoughts of Spector away. I wasn’t ready to leave, even though I was uncertain about this whole mate business. I knew that the moment we went back, Spector would bring us in and we’d be trapped once more.
“We have to go back, Wicked Love,” he whispered before turning on his side to face me. I let out a shaky exhale.
“I know. My aunt is in trouble, and I can’t leave Tomb and Crow there. My spider came here to rescue her mates, and I want to help her.”
“It’s so odd how you consider yourself separate entities. They’re your mates, too. This is your mission as much as it is hers,” Risk observed before trailing a finger up my thigh. I shivered with lust.
I knew what he was saying was true. The line between her needs and mine had become so blurred that I couldn’t make sense of where I ended and she began. “So what are we going to do? You can’t just turn yourself in to Spector,” I said, changing the subject. I didn’t like the way Risk knew what I was feeling.
“Why not?”
I shot up from my seat in the clouds and twisted my body to stare at him. Naturally, his eyes completely avoided my incredulous expression and zeroed in on my bare breasts. “Did you not hear what I was saying? Spector is a powerhouse of crazy, and they want you. You need to stay far away.”
“Sounds like a fun risk to me,” he replied while reaching out to cup my neck. His palm was hot and needy, and in an instant, he was pulling me on top of him. More tension filled the air as I straddled his hard, powerful body.
“You’re crazy,” I said, shaking my head at him.
“You’re delicious,” he replied, leaning up to suck and nip at the curve of my breast.
I smiled and threaded my fingers through his hair. “You know, Tomb is going to want to beat your ass when he finds out you’re my mate too.”
Risk chuckled. “He can try.”
“He’s a gargoyle.”
“I’m a full demon,” he countered. “It’ll be an entertaining fight. What about Crow? Will he be angry?
