Page 24 of A Daemon’s Alliance (Daemons & Lumens)

Michaela

M y dreams were more like nightmares as Darren Radnor’s voice grated inside my head.

I didn’t want to dream about him. Didn’t want to think about him ever again.

But unfortunately, trauma didn’t work like that.

The scent of my daemon and his deep voice was pulling me out of my nightmare.

I clung to the sound of his soothing words and leaned into his touch.

“Hello, little lumen,” he murmured, stroking my cheek.

Images flashed in my mind of his full daemon form exploding into the room. There was blood everywhere. I looked around and realized we were alone and there was not a spec of gore to be found.

“Where is Gremory? What happened?” My voice was hoarse. I think I was screaming, in the end.

Morax brought his arm down and began massaging my shoulder in slow and steady movements. Everything about him right now was calming.

“He’s getting some clothes and things for you. We…have a plan. One that will keep us together and the Kings in the dark about their dead friend,” Morax growled, his rage clearly not fully under control. He also sounded hesitant.

I sat up a little in his lap and looked at him. I wasn’t going to like this plan, that was obvious. But I fully believed he wouldn’t even consider it if it wasn’t absolutely necessary. “Tell me the plan.”

Morax explained it to me, and I was right, I hated this plan.

He would become the monster in my nightmares.

We would have to stay in the monster’s room.

My body started to shake, and bile rose in my throat.

I closed my eyes and leaned back into my daemon, taking deep breaths.

He smelled of the mountains, a mix of snow, spruce, and pine with a smoky aftertaste.

My body settled, and I was tempted to lick his chest.

He chuckled, and a low purr built in his chest, soothing me. “I am glad to see your body remembers me, mate.”

My skin flushed, and I was also filled with relief that I could still feel desire for him. I was terrified Darren had stolen that from me. No, I wouldn’t let him . He would be forgotten. Hopefully sooner rather than later.

“I like the way you smell,” I whispered, nuzzling him and breathing deep again.

Morax growled, and his hand circled my throat delicately.

He brought his nose down to my ear and flicked his forked tongue against the soft flesh.

“You smell almost as delicious as you taste, princess. Like sunlight and the ocean. Not your oceans, but the deep, unexplored waters of my homeland. Full of life and immense power. You’re the strongest creature I’ve ever met. ”

I shivered in his arms and turned to stare up at his liquid gold gaze. I liked him better in his true daemon form. “Not as strong as you.”

His hand tightened slightly around my throat. “Stronger, mae domina . And I cannot wait to witness your full power. Kings will fall at your feet.”

“I like the sound of that.” I was acutely aware of my naked body loosely covered in towels and so close to his raw heat.

I stretched, trying to turn and face him, and immediately winced.

My body was sore. And while I healed fast, my stomach where Darren zapped me with that awful fucking taser was still bruised and tender.

Morax noticed my pain instantly. “Relax, little lumen. Let your body heal. Let me hold you a little longer.”

My heart melted at his sweet words. I brushed my thumb against his bottom lip, and his tongue snaked out to taste me. “You’re a big softie, aren’t you?”

Morax huffed, and his fangs descended. His eyes filled with heat, capturing mine and refusing to let go. “I am your creature, my beautiful mate. Whichever form you need of me, I will become.”

My heart beat rapidly in my chest at the intensity of his stare and the mesmerizing words my daemon muttered.

Mine. This beast with claws and fangs and power I barely understood was mine.

And yet he made me feel powerful. The half-lumen, half-human girl with zero self-control.

He belonged to me. I don’t think I’d ever get used to it.

I broke our locked gaze and studied the room, Darren’s room, and crinkled my nose. “I hate everything about this room.”

The door opened, and I jumped, but Morax held me tight, unphased. Of course he would know if anyone was coming, good or bad. Gremory strolled into the room, a rolling trunk trailing behind him. He dropped it with a thud at the foot of the bed.

“A few of your things, lumen princess.” Gremory offered a mock bow, and Morax growled at him.

The sly daemon remained unphased. He pulled a small vial from his pocket and set it on top of the trunk.

“A single drop will suffice. The illusion will last for approximately twelve hours before you need to take another. So try not to get caught out without it.”

Morax nodded. “Understood.”

Gremory turned toward the door, his hand on the knob, and paused.

When he turned back, he whispered a few words, and I watched in awe as his hands glowed emerald green.

I blinked, and suddenly the entire room was redecorated.

The reds and black were replaced with deep, forest greens and warm golds.

The horrible photos of torture victims were replaced with beautiful landscape paintings.

The entire room was transformed into a beautiful oasis of rich, soothing colors and a calming atmosphere.

My mouth dropped open as I absorbed our new room. “This is wonderful.”

Gremory smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “A little bit of home. I am sorry Morax and I were not here sooner.”

I swallowed and nodded. Words were too much.

Morax hugged me closer and offered a small smile to the daemon. “Thank you, Grem.”

He nodded curtly and left us.

Morax stood, carrying me easily, as if I weighed no more than a pillow, and helped me into our new bed. I shivered, pulling the covers over my naked body. He climbed into the bed behind me, wrapping his naked body around my own. His skin was hot and warmed me instantly.

I wiggled against him, and he growled.

“You need to rest, princess.”

Maybe I did, but having a yummy naked daemon in my bed was hardly sleep-inducing.

“Don’t orgasms help you sleep better? I think I read that somewhere.”

My daemon chuckled, his breath dusting against my neck, and I shivered for a whole new reason. His mouth dropped to my shoulder, and his fangs nipped gently at my bare skin.

“I told you, princess. The first time I fuck you, it will last all day. There will be no one around us for miles. I want every moan I coax from your perfect body all to myself.”

I couldn’t help the whimper that escaped my lips at his words. I wanted him to fuck me. I wanted that reality. “You’re such a tease.”

Morax growled. He slipped one hand beneath the pillow my head lay on and curled his arm around my chest, holding me tightly to him.

His other hand traced down my arm, my lower back, and the curve of my ass.

He purred, and the rumble of it sent heat straight to my core.

Morax gently gripped my thigh and pushed my leg forward, bending my knee and giving him access to my soaked pussy.

Because I was soaked. He was barely touching me, and arousal coated my inner thighs.

His hand smoothed over my ass until his fingers found my core. He slipped two digits between my lips and groaned.

“Mate. You’re so wet for me.”

He growled the words, and I moaned as he gently slid his fingers back and forth, exploring, coating my thighs in my arousal. I squirmed, needing more, and the arm around my chest tightened.

“Be still, princess. I will give you what you need, but only if you promise to rest.”

I murmured my consent, and his hands stopped.

“Yes. Yes. I promise. Please don’t stop.”

Morax laughed quietly and began moving his fingers again, circling my clit. “I love to hear you beg, princess. Tell me what you need.”

I moaned again as he slipped a single finger inside me. “I need you. All of you. But for now I’ll settle for your hands. And your mouth.”

Morax growled, and his cock twitched against my backside. “ Mae domina , your mind is as depraved as my own.”

I wiggled my ass against his cock and clenched around his fingers. “Let the daemon out, Morax. I want to play with him.”

Morax pulled his fingers out of me, and I started to cry out. Before I could, he pressed the soaked digits against my lips. “Taste.”

My pussy throbbed, and I obeyed, opening my mouth for him.

He pressed two fingers against my tongue, and I tasted the sweet and salty arousal coating his hand.

I licked and sucked, imagining I was sucking his cock instead.

I needed him to know how much I still wanted that.

Wanted him. Morax’s deep purr turned into a growl as he pulled his hand away.

“Greedy little lumen.” He whispered the words and nipped my neck.

Morax gently released my body from his hold and rolled me onto my back.

He moved between my legs, and I dropped my thighs to the side, opening for him.

My body responded to him so willingly. I wanted him to see me.

The rush of power I felt when he looked at me with those daemon eyes made my head spin.

His nostrils flared, and his eyes glowed in the dark room. “Fuck, princess. I’m completely addicted to the sight of your cunt, so fucking wet and needy for me.”

I swallowed, unable to speak, and licked my lips. His gaze flicked to my mouth and back between my legs. He dropped his head down and gently kissed the soft mound of flesh below my belly button. His kisses moved lower, and I started to squirm.

Morax lifted his head, and his golden eyes pierced through my soul. “Don’t move, princess. Or else I will stop.”

I nodded, my mouth dry and words unable to escape my lips.

The nightmares were fading fast, and my daemon’s mouth was erasing them with every stroke of his wicked tongue.

He flicked the forked tip against my clit, and I moaned.

I fisted my hands in the sheets, remembering I was supposed to be still and suddenly finding that task to be impossible.

Morax lapped at my soaked core with lazy strokes, murmuring praises between every flick of his tongue. My body was on fire, and I was ready to beg.

“Morax, please,” I whimpered, using all of my strength to hold still beneath his wicked mouth.

“Yes, princess? Please what? Tell your mate what you need of him.” His words were deep and laced with desire.

My pussy clenched, and I cried out as he circled my clit. “I need to come. Please make me come.”

“As you wish, mae domina ,” he murmured.

I could no longer speak as his mouth fully came down on me.

His claws grazed up my thighs, and I sucked in a breath when he slid a finger inside me while his tongue teased my clit.

I braced myself for the feel of his sharp claws, but my daemon retracted them before pumping his finger inside me, curling up to hit the firework-inducing spot within me.

I cried out as he added a second finger, pumping slow and steady.

My thighs trembled, and I was begging again.

Morax chuckled against my pussy, and his hot breath fanned against my clit. “The sound of your moans is like a siren song, princess. I could listen to you come undone for me endlessly.”

I mewled as his pace increased. The sounds coming out of me should have been embarrassing, but hearing his praise and the low purr building in his chest set fire to my insides and I could think of nothing to be ashamed of.

“Come for me, princess. Clench your pretty cunt around my fingers and let me feel you.” Morax growled his demands, and I acquiesced.

His fingers curled against that spot over and over, and as his mouth clamped down on my clit, I screamed my release, the orgasm rushing like a tidal wave through my body. My pussy clutched his fingers tightly, and he pumped them slowly, drawing out my pleasure.

“That’s it, little lumen. You take my fingers so well. You’re going to take my cock just as good.”

I had no words left in me, and my body was floating on a cloud. Morax lapped at my pussy for another minute, growling his pleasure at the mess I made and refusing to move until he licked every last drop of my cum.

I shivered with pleasure, my hand reaching down to lace my fingers in his dark wavy hair. “I want your cock. I want to feel you inside me.”

My daemon growled with pleasure, and his eyes snapped to mine, filled with desire. “You will, princess.”

My eyes started to close, overcome with exhaustion, and Morax slipped from the bed. He returned from the bathroom with a warm cloth and gently wiped my body down. Then he wrapped me up in the covers and curled his body against mine.

Tomorrow would be a test of our skills in deception. He would become a monstrous King, and I would be his broken toy. But I was not broken. And the daemon at my back was no cruel king. He was my mate. And their ruination.