Page 46 of Drawn to the Demon Duke

“Mm,” is my non-committal answer.

What else do I have to say?

I’m stretched out on our bed, gloriously naked. The book I’d asked Billie—Glaine’s brash yet kind mate—to borrow from Shannon’s Earth Library the last time she visited Nuit is perched by my side. It’s a modern romance, where the human woman mates with a monster, and though I probably summoned my mate out of an important meeting in his throne room, I don’t care.

I need him. And when I need Haures, all I have to do is call.

Besides, the gold moon is out. Everyone in Sombra knows not to disturb a bonded pair when the gold moon is out.

For forty years, we had to be careful. While we could pleasure each other in every way that exists—and, after four decades, we former virgins might’ve figured them all out—to keep from getting pregnant with a child that the gods would make me giveto Yelios due to my vow, intercourse was a no-go. If he put his cock anywhere near my pussy during the night of the gold moon, I’d get pregnant instantly.

Ask Shannon. Ask Kennedy. Ask Sierra who doesn’t know it yet, but is carrying my future niece or nephew since Dagon is basically my brother.

And tonight?

It’s finally my turn.

And I knowexactlywhat to say.

“Haures,” I whisper throatily, unable to hide my smile. I might look like twenty-eight-year-old Susanna Benoit. Thanks to the gift of immortality that comes with mating a Sombra demon, I feel like it, too. But with four decades of love and affection and memories between us, when I say, “Please,” he knows exactly what I mean.

He is my demon duke.

I am his duchess.

And, tonight, we’ll finally take the next step in adding to our happily-ever-after…

I can’t friggin’ wait.