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M y hips begin to hitch, ever so slightly in tandem with the way Gideon’s thick, calloused fingers work over my clit.

Oh fuck, I’m so close.

He’s leaning against the edge of the bed, his leaking cock grazes my thigh as he plays my pussy with a virtuosity no other male has ever achieved.

It only takes me a minute or two of the steady, gentle circles around my clit before my orgasm rises and my keening pleasure is released as a breathy whimper.

When my hips and pussy stop twitching and my body relaxes, Gideon spreads another palmful of his pre-cum over me. The action makes my heart swell with emotion.

My affection grows further as I watch him sweep his fingers through my arousal and spread it over the head of his cock before he resumes his strokes. Arousal blooms anew at his stifled grunts and the way he whispers affirmations on every few strokes.

“So fucking beautiful, angel…”

The wet sound of his hand working over his thick length and broadly flared crown punctuates each one.

“Did you honestly think I’d be able to resist this temptation, sweetheart?”

The sloppy noises are as slow and deliberate as the steady work of his hand.

“This perfect little pussy?”

Gideon gives a subdued growl.

“I’m gonna prove to you that you’re mine.”

Gideon’s free hand grazes the curve of my ass before he slides two of his thick fingers inside me, and my core clenches around him in reflex, making him groan.

“Treat you right, and make you feel safe and protected. Cherished like the fucking princess and queen you are. And then, I’m gonna fill every one of your pink, wet holes with my cum.”

Oh.

My.

Sweet.

Sacred.

Fuck.

Somehow this man has managed to make my eyes and my pussy weep simultaneously, and my heart is set to burst.

I can scarcely breathe I’m so in awe of him and just as I’m about to end my little slumber charade and demand he do all of that this instant, he hisses a curse and his hips give jerky thrusts in counter as warmth splashes over my behind, painting me with hot ropes of his cum.

I can’t stop myself from arching my back ever-so-slightly so that some of his seed lands on my pussy.

I want your cum inside me, Gideon. Gather it with your fingers and push it inside me. Mark me as yours.

Gideon hovers beside me, his heavy hand glides through the mess over the back of my thigh as if he’s considering the same thing I am. My clit throbs with need as he fulfills at least part of my wish and begins to spread his cum over my pussy and rubs it onto my clit.

That feeling in my chest, not merely the burgeoning lovesick ache in my heart, but the visceral electrical throb of what I suspected might be a soulbound tether, flares to life in confirmation. Tears of joy well in my eyes as a soul-deep sense of knowingness washes over me.

This man is mine.

And just as I’m about to give in to the soulbound demand, Gideon’s hand slides to my lower back as he leans forward and whispers, “Be good today, angel. I’ll be home as soon as I can.”

Gideon straightens, tucking his dick away as he picks up his pile of clothes and leaves. When the door shuts behind him, a breath I hadn’t realized I’d been holding finally rushes out of me.

Stunned, I roll over and stare up at the ceiling.

This man is my soulbound.

Even now, the tether between us burns brightly, pulsing in the most visceral way. I don’t know much about humans, but from what little I’ve read, they don’t experience things quite the same as immortal beings.

Relief suffuses me that he left before I could say anything because… what if he doesn’t feel it as strongly as I do?

Sure, he just made some very generous claims—as many amidst the throes of passion do—but soulbound is a whole other level. Not to mention, he talked about claiming my pussy. Not me. I mean, how could he—it’s not even been an entire three days.

This place is nearly devoid of magic. He’s likely never even heard of a soulbound. He needs to fall in love with me before I mention anything remotely akin to it, or I risk coming off as utterly deranged and scaring him away. Especially after his experience with his ex.

Anxiety twists in my gut… Will I be able to make him fall in love with me before I need to feed? If I’m lucky, I’ve got two months before I put him at risk of my bite and not merely scaring him away, but terrifying him.

Akash almighty. He’s a former warrior… I can’t imagine he would take kindly to the threat of having his throat torn out.

The cogs in my mind turn as I am reminded that males are terribly prone to thinking with their cocks.

Not to mention, we have an undeniable connection.

Regardless of the fact that my mate likely has no conscious idea of what a soulbound is, he no doubt feels it on some level.

Between that and the fact that his cock is very reactive to me, I’m confident that I can warm him up to the idea that the universe is just a little bigger than he thought, I’m not exactly human, and that I require just a teensy bit of his blood to survive.

Oh, and that fulfilling our bond will tie his life to mine and he might grow a few new… appendages, if my daemon ancestry has anything to say about it. Horns, a tail, maybe even wings… I’ve even heard of some males growing a knot or a second cock.

All wildly thrilling prospects.

Surely, that’s not too unreasonable, is it?

I’ll just have to turn the heat up a little.

Or a lot.