Page 49 of Demon with Benefits (Hell Bent #3)

He brought her down from the high with gentle strokes, each lick making her shake as the muscles of her pussy spasmed with every slowing heartbeat.

She brought her hand forward and dropped her head onto both arms again. “Oh my god, Meph, that was—”

She felt him move. He released her hips and there was an almost inaudible rustle.

And then she felt weight settle over her back. Her head turned, and her eyes opened. Beside her folded arms were two hands. The skin was a light gray, the fingers tipped with long black claws.

And there were... tattoos. On the fingers, hands, and up the arms. Arms that were muscled. Not skeletal. She turned her head.

“Meph?”

It came out like a gasp. It was Meph, and it wasn’t. It was the monster, and it wasn’t.

It was both.

Black hair fell onto his forehead the way it always did. There were creases around his eyes from smiling like there always were. The tattoos on his left cheek and eyebrow were there.

And yet... the monster was there too. Superimposed over his face. She could see its slash of a mouth, its sunken eyes, glowing red. And when he opened his mouth, it was full of sharp teeth, and the tongue that had just been inside her rolled out from between his lips.

He reached back and clenched her hip, sharp claws against tender flesh, and then she felt his hard cock against her dripping core, still throbbing from her orgasm.

“Meph...” It came out like a moan this time.

With the hand on her hip, he angled her body into position and pushed inside her.

Her muscles were still clenched from the climax, and she was tight.

She squeezed his shaft as he slowly penetrated her.

It made her moan, and it made him emit a low growl that rumbled in his chest and vibrated past her ear.

He caught the bottom of the hoodie she still wore and pushed it up her back, so she aided him by tugging the fabric over her head, leaving her topless.

Leaning down until the heat of his chest pressed against her bare back, he let his searching tongue trace along her jawline, under her chin, and along to the other side of her neck.

Transferring one hand back to her hip, he tightened his claws against her soft skin as he finally pushed his cock deeper.

And then he fucked her.

He wrapped his tongue around her throat, holding her in place as he slammed deep with powerful thrusts.

Her heart jumped as she flashed back to being choked by Valefor, but she immediately relaxed.

She trusted Meph implicitly and felt safe inside his control.

His hips worked against hers, his tongue and the hand on her hip holding her where he wanted her.

She couldn’t have moved if she’d wanted to, but she didn’t.

She let him take control in every way, and for the first time, she truly surrendered everything to him.

Their bed play had always been a bit of a battle, and she knew it was something they both enjoyed, but in this moment, she wanted him to have control.

She wanted to show him that she trusted and accepted him, no matter what form he came in. Anything he threw at her, she was ready to take. She wanted to be with him in every possible way.

Tongue tightening around her throat, he pulled her up until she rested only on her knees, sitting on his lap. His hand slid past her navel, deadly claws parting her flesh until the pad of his finger found her clit.

The sharp weapon of his claw was so near to her tender flesh it made her heart race, but he was careful not to hurt her. And his rubbing soon eased the tension from her shoulders until she was sagging against him, crying out with each deep thrust of his hips.

He rubbed harder and moved faster, and she knew he was nearing climax. Hers still hovered out of reach, but she didn’t care if she didn’t come again. In her mind, she’d come a thousand times just from knowing what was happening to her.

But then he unwound his tongue from her throat, opened his mouth, and bit down on her shoulder. Hard enough that his longer canine teeth broke the skin and sank deep. Blood welled, and he sealed his lips over the wound and sucked.

It hurt. There was no magical numbing agent in his saliva like that vampire romance she’d read once.

It felt exactly like she’d imagined it would feel having sharp teeth slicing into her.

And yet the pain cutting through the pleasure somehow spurred it deeper.

And when he started to growl and pant as he sucked her shoulder, like the taste of her blood was driving him mad, the entire thing struck her as so goddamn erotic that she tumbled headfirst into another climax—this one even more powerful than the first.

He knew just how to touch her, and his finger pressed hard against her clit, shooting her deeper into the orgasm and making her scream.

She called his name; she said every curse word in the book.

She forgot how to speak bloody English. She hopped on a unicorn’s back and rode over a rainbow with a leprechaun.

When she came back to her body, she was a limp doll in Meph’s arms, still sitting in his lap, impaled on his cock. He was licking at the bite mark on her shoulder with his freaky tongue, one big hand cupped possessively over her pussy, the other over her breast.

She dimly realized that sometime during the sex, her glowing skin had faded.

Guess it goes away when the job is done.

First thing she’d do when she got home was start learning how to call on it at will.

If she and Lily could master it, they’d never have to worry about any demonic fuck hurting them ever again.

But for now, she was simply enjoying the moment. She dropped her head back against Meph’s shoulder and closed her eyes, a smile stretched across her face.

And then she fell asleep.