Page 4 of Demon Seed (Mated to the Monster: Season 3)
Vesper
I watch her back away, the pulse in her throat fluttering like a trapped bird. Her name echoes in my mind—Selene—ancient and powerful as moonlight itself.
"I should go," Selene murmurs, but her body defies her words. Her lips part slightly and I feel her grow closer, even as her feet slowly retreat, crafting a tantalizing contradiction that sends a heated rush through my veins.
"Should you?" I ask, my voice thick with desire. The space between us crackles, pulsating with raw, untapped potential.
She closes her eyes briefly, a slight furrow appearing between her brows. "You don't understand. This isn't… normal. What I'm feeling—" She stops and swallows hard, her breath catching in her throat. "We've only just met."
I take a step closer, unable to help myself. The pull toward her is undeniable, like gravity itself reconfiguring to her slender, tempting form. "Does it feel like we've just met?"
Selene’s eyes widen, pupils dilating until only a thin ring of blue remains, a sign of her arousal. "No," she admits breathlessly. "It feels like?—"
"Like recognition," I finish for her as the air between us crackles with electric tension. The words hang between us, inadequate yet somehow perfect. My fingertips tingle with the need to touch her, to confirm she's real and not a fever dream my lonely mind has conjured.
Selene pushes her palms firmly against the rough bark of the tree behind her, trying to steady herself. "I don't do this," she whispers, as if convincing herself more than speaking to me. "I don't feel this."
"Neither do I." The words spill out, honest and raw. Whatever this connection is, it's unlike anything I've known before—powerful and intense.
When her eyes lock onto mine again, there's a change—a blend of surrender, longing, and a burning desire swirling in those captivating depths.
"Vesper.” The sound of my name on her tongue feels like a sultry invitation—at least in my lust-addled mind.
And I know, with the same certainty that pulses through my veins, that resisting this would be as futile as battling the relentless tide.
I've dominated the demon realm for eons, crushed legions beneath my will, and made even the undying shiver with just a whisper of my name. Yet here I am, immobilized between two towering oaks, devouring her with my gaze as though she's a forbidden apparition from a realm beyond.
Perhaps she is.
The scent of Selene’s heat rolls toward me in waves, sweet nectar and wild honey, with something primal underneath that calls to the darkness inside me. I can't tear my gaze away as beads of sweat form along her collarbone, glistening in the dim light. The scent of her heat makes my mouth water. I’m fighting a losing battle. There’s no way I can deny the pull to mate. There’s no time for formal courting or sacred declaration of love. Selene is ripe, and nature dictates that we mate.
"Why are you staring?" she whispers. “And panting?”
My tongue darts out to wet my lips. I hadn't realized how hard I'm breathing until she points it out with a small, knowing smile. The one that says she understands precisely what's happening to me.
"I can't help it," I manage to say, my voice rougher than I intend. "You know what you're doing to me."
Selene steps closer, and her intoxicating scent envelops me. My hands clench tightly at my sides, a primal reaction to her nearness. We both understand the undeniable pull between us, the raw magnetism that binds us together. There’s no escaping it now.
"I'm going to leave now," Selene dares, tilting her head to reveal the inviting curve of her neck. "Please don’t follow." Her words linger in the air, but her voice lacks true conviction.
We both know I won't heed her request. I can't let her walk away, not when every fiber of my being screams to claim her as mine, to possess her completely.
"Selene," I growl, her name a warning even to my own ears.
She backs away, one deliberate step at a time, her eyes never leaving mine. The moonlight cuts through the trees, painting silver streaks across her face, catching in her eyes until they gleam like polished coins. The forest around us seems to hold its breath.
"Don't," she whispers, but her body betrays her. Her pulse flutters visibly at her throat, her chest rising and falling in quick, shallow breaths. The wind shifts, carrying her scent to me again—wild, sweet, intoxicating.
I take a step forward, drawn by something deeper than conscious thought. Every muscle in my body is coiled tight, ready to spring. "You know what happens if you run."
A slight smile plays at the corners of her mouth, dangerous and knowing. "I’m not sure that I do."
She turns away, her dark hair catching the moonlight, and then she's gone, slipping between the trees like a phantom.
A low groan builds in my chest. She can't possibly think I'd let her walk away. Not now. Not like this. For one heartbeat, I remain frozen, fighting the primal urge that threatens to consume me. But it's futile. The chase has begun.
I surge forward, letting instinct guide me. The forest floor is soft beneath my feet, branches whipping past my face as I follow her trail. Her scent is everywhere now, marking a path I could follow blindfolded. I can hear her ahead of me—the snap of twigs, her quickened breathing, the pounding of her heart calling to mine.
She wants this as much as I do. The thought burns through me, feeding the fire in my blood. Each step I take is measured and controlled, but inside, I'm unraveling. The beast that lives within me, the one I've kept caged for so long, rattles its bars.
In the heart of the forest, I imprison her within a circle of towering trees and a cold, unyielding boulder at her back. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, her chest rising and falling in a wild rhythm. Those eyes, shining brightly, even in the night, lock onto mine, unblinking and unafraid of my primal savagery.
"You caught me," she says, her voice laced with raw, carnal pleasure, accepting what is to come.
"You knew I would," I growl, invading her space, drawing close enough to feel the feverish heat rolling off her skin. "You can't escape this, Selene. Escape us." I can smell her arousal, her passion, and the scent of her sex.
"I'm not running anymore," Selene purrs, slowly turning and sinking to her knees before me, her ass presented high and proud, a clear invitation to mate.
The sight of Selene, ready and eager, sends a primal surge through my veins, and I answer her call without hesitation, ready to mate, to rut, to make her mine in the most primal way. I can see her glistening sex, her arousal on her inner thighs, her need obvious as she arches her back for me.
My body aches with need.
I accept her invitation without hesitation, my body taking control as I prepare to take her, hard and wild, which is precisely what she needs.