Page 93 of Demon's Bane

The first drag of Rhett’s thick cock out of me hits every single sensitive spot I have, and the heavy slide of him back inside is just as good. Slowly, at first, but building with each retreat and each filling thrust.

“Just look at you,” Rhett murmurs, the press of his hips against mine making me strain and cry out for him. “You take me so well, little mate. Like I knew you would.”

With each thrust, something else presses up against my pussy. Something hard and swollen, a silent, tantalizing challenge.

It’s too much. I know it’s too much, but I’m half out of my mind with need and desperate to have him, all of him. To know what it would be like to—

“Joan,” Rhett says hoarsely. “Stop that.”

“Stop what?” I gasp as his stroke stutters like he can’t help himself, grinding his knot into me to meet my eager hips.

The motion makes something catch, something pause. It stretches me to an edge of delicious pain as he half-buries himself into me.

“Stop trying to take my knot.”

“Why?” The question is breathless, reckless.

“You don’t know what you’re asking for.”

But I do. Somehow, I do.

It’s there, in the pained desperation on his face, in the tense set of his muscles and the tightly coiled power radiating through every inch of him. It’s in the magick swirling between us—something deep and dark, something inexorable.

Something that feels likemine.

“I do know.”

Rhett’s eyes darken and his hips jerk reflexively forward. But despite my reckless boast, the pain flares brighter, hotter, catching in my throat in a desperate whimper.

“Breathe,” he murmurs, and the steadiness in his tone calms some of the rising doubt that I can do this. “You don’t have to take my knot tonight. We can work up to—”

“I want to,” I groan. “I want all of you.”

He rocks his hips again, sliding almost all the way out of me before thrusting deep once more. “Then you’ll have tobreathe, Joan. Breathe and relax for me.”

I try to obey, and as he works me in slow, steady strokes, my body opens for him. My tense muscles loosen, and with each heavy thrust a demanding heat builds in my core.

“Just like that,” Rhett soothes, dropping a hand to tease circles around my clit. “I’m going to give you my knot now, and you’ll take it beautifully. The Goddess made us perfectly for one another, little mate.”

Despite that reassurance, I still feel every millimeter of stretch as he presses deeper. I clutch at him, dig my nails into him, and he murmurs and croons to me the whole time. He tells me how beautiful I am, how good I feel, how wonderfully I’m doing as his hips move against mine.

And when something gives way, when he slides deeper within me than I knew it was possible for anyone to be, I tip my head back on a broken scream, an unexpected orgasm ripping through me.

Rhett finds my mouth, claiming it like he could devour that scream whole. He stays absolutely still as I convulse around him, and when the last of my tremors subside and I pull back from the kiss, his face is a mix of agony and ecstasy. I shift my body against his, and a low growl of warning rumbles in his chest.

“Be still,” he commands hoarsely. “Unless you want this to be over already.”

“It’s not?”

The sound Rhett makes is somewhere between a laugh and a groan as he lays his head against my collarbone. His ragged breath breaks across my skin and I run a soothing hand through his hair and over the textured ridges of his horn.

“No, Joan. It’s not.”

It’s my turn to wait for him this time. It’s my hands on his shoulders and back, stroking and caressing, my lips on his neck and jaw. My words, murmured into his skin, telling him how good he feels, how much I love having his knot in me, how much I want to come again on his—

All those thoughts burn to ash with a brutal snap of Rhett’s hips.

There’s nowhere much he can go, not with his cock sunk so deep and his knot holding him inside me, but he still finds room to move.