Page 27 of Devilishly Hers (Monster Mountain Romance #1)
He strips with fluid grace, revealing the full glory of his inhuman form. His cock stands proud and thick, darker than his skin, with ridges along the shaft that make my mouth w ater with anticipation. Everything about him is designed for pleasure, for claiming, for marking his mate thoroughly.
“Come here,” he commands, settling on the edge of his bed with his wings spread wide. “Show me what that brilliant mind of yours has been fantasizing about.”
I approach slowly, deliberately, letting him see every curve and valley of my body as I move. When I reach him, I don’t hesitate—I drop to my knees between his spread thighs, my hands stroking up his muscular legs to frame his impressive arousal.
“I’ve dreamed of this,” I confess, my breath warm against his skin. “Of having you at my mercy, of making you lose control completely.”
His wings tremble as I lean forward, my tongue tracing the ridged underside of his cock from base to tip. The taste of him—exotic, spicy, uniquely Dante—makes me moan with genuine pleasure.
“Fuck,” he breathes, his claws digging into the bedding as I take him into my mouth. “Your mouth is incredible. So hot, so perfect.”
I work him with deliberate precision, using everything I’ve learned about his body to drive him wild. The ridges along his shaft create fascinating textures against m y tongue, and I explore each one thoroughly while his tail lashes with barely controlled need.
“I never thought I’d find this,” he whispers against my skin. “Connection that transcends origin or species or expectation. Someone who sees all of me and stays anyway.”
His words touch something deep within me, making my heart swell with feelings I never thought possible.
“Until now.” His eyes meet mine with a certainty that dissolves every remaining barrier. “Until us.”
“Blair,” he warns, his voice strained. “If you keep that up, I’m going to come down your throat.”
I pull back just enough to meet his eyes, my lips still wrapped around his tip. “Then come. I want to taste you. All of you.”
His control shatters completely. With a roar that’s pure Jersey Devil, he tangles his claws in my hair and holds me still as he slides all the way back in and empties himself down my throat.
The taste of his release—salty and exotic with that spicy undertone that’s uniquely his—makes me moan around his pulsing shaft.
When he finally releases me, I sit back on my heels, licking my lips with deliberate slowness. “Delicious,” I purr, watching his skin flush even darker.
“My turn,” he growls, scooping me up and depositing me on the bed with gentle force. “My turn to make you come apart.”
His mouth finds my breast, his tongue creating sensations no human lover could replicate. The stimulation makes me arch beneath him, my hands clutching at his horns as pleasure builds within me.
“These,” he murmurs against my skin, his fangs grazing my nipple carefully. “I’ve been dreaming of these perfect breasts. Of marking them as mine.”
His mouth moves lower, leaving a trail of kisses and gentle bites that make me writhe beneath him. When he reaches the apex of my thighs, he pauses, his breath warm against my most sensitive flesh.
“Spread your legs,” he commands softly. “Let me see how wet you are for me.”
I comply without hesitation, my thighs falling open to reveal my glistening arousal. His approving growl vibrates through his chest as he takes in the sight of my need.
“So beautiful,” he breathes, his claws tracing delicate patterns on my inner thighs. “So ready for me.”
When his tongue finally makes contact with my core, I cry out his name loud enough to echo through the chamber. The dual sensation of his tongue parting my folds while his fangs graze my sensitive flesh creates pleasure so intense it borders on overwhelming.
“Dante!” I gasp, my hips bucking against his mouth as he devours me with single-minded focus. “Don’t stop, please don’t stop!”
His tail winds around my thigh, holding me open to his feast while his tongue works magic between my legs. The combination of textures—smooth tongue, gent le fangs, firm tail—creates sensations that defy description.
“You taste like heaven,” he growls against my flesh, the vibration sending fresh waves of pleasure through me. “I could eat this sweet pussy for hours.”
His crude words push me over the edge. With a scream that probably alerts the entire sanctuary to our activities, I come apart beneath his mouth, my body convulsing with pleasure so intense it steals my breath.
Before I can recover, he’s moving up my body, his cock hard and ready again. The recovery time of a Jersey Devil is apparently much shorter than human males.
“I need to be inside you,” he growls, positioning himself at my entrance. “I need to claim you properly.”
“Then claim me,” I whisper, my legs wrapping around his waist to pull him closer. With my palms on his firm ass cheeks, I murmur, “Make me yours.”
He enters me in one smooth thrust, his impressive girth stretching me deliciously as he fills me completely. The ridges along his shaft create friction that makes us both gasp with pleasure, and I feel every inch of him as he claims me thoroughly.
This is different from our previous intimacies—crossing a threshold we’ve approached but never passed. As our bodies join for the first time, there’s a moment of perfect stillness, of recognition that this step transforms everything between us.
“Mine,” he growls, his wings spreading wide above us as he begins to move. “My mate, my Blair, mine forever.”
“Yours,” I confirm breathlessly, my nails digging into his shoulders as he sets a rhythm that drives me wild. “Always yours.”
What follows transcends mere physical pleasure. The mate bond flares between us, creating a feedback loop of sensation that makes us both cry out with overwhelming intensity. I can feel his pleasure as if it were my own, and he experiences mine with equal intensity.
“I can feel you,” I gasp, my body arching to meet his powerful thrusts. “Through the bond—I can feel how good it is for you.”
His response is a possessive growl as he claims my mouth in a kiss that tastes of my own arousal. “Then you know how perfect you feel wrapped around my cock. How you were made for me.”
The rhythm becomes frantic, desperate, as we both chase the completion that waits just beyond reach. His tail winds around my waist, holding me in place as he pounds into me with inhuman strength.
“Come for me,” he commands, his voice rough with need. “Come on my cock like the good little mate you are.”
The combination of his words, his relentless thrusts, and the overwhelming sensations from our bond send me spiraling into climax. I scream his name as my inner walls clamp down on him, milking his cock as waves of pleasure crash thr ough me.
His own release follows immediately, triggered by my climax. With a roar that shakes the chamber walls, he buries himself to the hilt and fills me with his seed, marking me as his in the most primal way possible.
We collapse together, our bodies trembling from the intensity of what we’ve shared. For long moments, neither of us can speak, can barely breathe. His weight settles over me, careful not to crush me but unwilling to break our connection.
“Mine,” he breathes against my neck, his body still trembling from the intensity of our joining. “My mate. My everything.”
“Yours,” I whisper back, my body still pulsing with aftershocks. “Completely yours.”
In the aftermath, as we both struggle to catch our breath, the mate bond pulses between us with new intensity. This wasn’t just sex—it was a claiming, a completion of something that began the moment we first touched.
His arms tighten around me as our breathing gradually returns to normal. The mate bond shimmers between us with a new depth, as if what we’ve just shared has strengthened every fiber of connection.
“The mate bond,” I observe, my scientific mind automatically analyzing even in this intimate moment. “It’s stronger now. The neural pathways are more established.”
His quiet laugh vibrates through his chest where my head rests. “Only you would analyze our mating while still catching your breath.”
“Our mating,” I repeat, tasting the word. “Not just sex. Mating.”
“Yes,” he confirms, his voice serious now. “What we just shared was Jersey Devil mating behavior. You’re mine now in every way that matters.”
The possessive certainty in his voice sends another shiver through me. “And you’re mine,” I reply, my fingers tracing the scales along his chest. “My Jersey Devil. My mate.”
His skin shifts to that beautiful iridescent color, and I feel him twitch inside me, already beginning to respond again. The mate bond pulses between us, demanding more connection, deeper bonding.
“Again?” I ask, though my body is already reacting to his renewed interest.
“The bond won’t be satisfied until we’re completely joined together,” he explains, his hips beginning to move in slow, deep strokes. “Until every cell in your body knows you belong to me.”
“Then don’t stop,” I whisper, my legs tightening around his waist. “Bond with me completely.”
What follows is slower, deeper—less frantic need and more reverent worship. He moves within me with deliberate precision, each stroke designed to pleasure rather than claim. The mate bond pulses between us, growing stronger with every shared breath, every whispered endearment.
When release takes us this time, it’s with a gentle intensity that leaves us both glowing—literally, in his case, as his skin shifts through the entire spectrum of his emotional palette.
“I love you, Blair.” I’ve never seen him this serious, this earnest. “I love you from the depths of my heart. You’re perfect. This…” He glances at where our bodies are still joined, “is perfect.”
“We belon g together.” As I say it, the truth strikes me like a thunderclap. “When I look at the unlikelihood of us being together, it’s as though the universe conspired to put us together.”
“Whoever or whatever conspired to put us together has quite the sense of humor. We were certainly forced to work for this.”
“Mm-hmm,” I sigh. “Lucky, lucky us.” I nuzzle his cheek with my nose and add, “I want you. I’ve told you before and I’ll tell you as often as you need to hear.
I accept you. All of you—sarcastic deflections, protective instincts, Jersey Devil adaptations, devilish good looks, and all your lingering guilt about things you couldn’t control. ”
His skin shifts to warmer crimson, tail tightening slightly around my waist.
My fingers trace the curve of his horn with practiced ease. “And Dante?” I wait for his gaze to find mine. “I love you, too.”
As crystal light shifts to indicate approaching dawn, we remain wrapped in each other’s embrace, the mate bond dancing with contentment between us.
Outside these walls, hunters still lurk and dangers wait.
My father’s obsession remains unsatisfied, the threat still hovering at the edges of our sanctuary.
Yet in this moment, wrapped in Dante’s wings with his tail secure around my waist, those threats feel distant compared to the connection we’ve reclaimed.