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M ist cried out, her eyes springing open as hot, wet heat covered her breast. A hand slipped between her legs, cupping her pussy, a finger sliding through her wet folds. She inhaled a shuddering breath, taking in the scents around her as a tongue stroked over her nipple, and then teeth lightly bit it. She moaned, arching up into the heat, wanting more.

“I’ve got you, kitty,” a low, deep voice growled around her breast.

She panted lightly, her head going from side to side on the pillow as she fisted the sheets she lay on. Her mate; her demon. He was touching her, kissing her, licking her, and she didn’t want him to ever stop.

“Saint, please,” she gasped as another finger joined the first. His thumb went to her clit, and he pressed on it as he slid his fingers in and out of her. Her body trembled with desire as she lifted her hips, trying to push his fingers deeper. “Oh, Goddess!”

His mouth left her breast and trailed down her stomach, licking and nibbling all the way down to her mound that was clean shaven except for a small, thin blonde strip down the middle that was trimmed short. He looked up at her when he reached it, his eyes glowing a deep red as he growled, “Mine. My kitty. My witch. Mine.”

“Yes!” she called out, clutching the sheets tightly. “Yes, yours!”

And she was his. She didn’t really know a damn thing about the demon, but she knew she belonged to him, just as he belonged to her. Fate had chosen, and from what Mist knew, Fate was never wrong. She wasn’t going to fight it.

Now, if he had an issue with the work she did with her coven, then they might have a problem. But the way he included her in his plan to track down and take out Darius, she didn’t think he would try to hold her back from the good she did with her sisters for the Goddess.

“Mine!” Saint lowered his head and sucked her clit into his mouth, his thick fingers moving in and out of her channel quickly. He growled a deep, low sound that vibrated through his chest, up to his mouth, and against her pussy. Before she knew what was happening, Mist came hard.

He groaned, moving down to lick between her folds. Removing his fingers, he slid his tongue inside her, growling again. It felt so good that it caused another orgasm to slam through her, making her scream his name over and over as she came.

Finally, Saint pulled back, and she moaned loudly when she felt the scrape of a fang along the inside of her thigh. She wanted to feel them deep in her skin. She had no idea how a demon claimed their mate, but her jaguar hoped there was biting involved.

Saint looked up at her with a sexy grin, then lifted his fingers and licked her essence from them. “Fucking perfect.” After one last lick, he crawled back up her body, capturing her mouth with his in a hard, possessive kiss that had her blood igniting again.

He’d removed his cut and shirt at some point, but was still wearing a pair of jeans that scraped against her sensitive skin. Wanting them gone, Mist pushed on his stomach until he lifted slightly, and then she unbuttoned them and slid the zipper down.

“Off,” she growled, shoving them over his hips, trying to get them off. She needed to feel his skin against hers. Needed him inside her, moving, claiming her.

Saint helped her remove his jeans, not once breaking their kiss. She loved how he stroked the inside of her mouth with his tongue, finding hers and sucking it into his own mouth. She hadn’t kissed a lot of guys. Most of the ones she met were only after one thing, and she wasn’t interested in just sex, so she didn’t waste her time on them. She had plenty of toys to take care of her needs. She wanted a partner to share her life with, not someone who was just looking to get laid, which was probably why she’d only been with two guys, neither of which had lit her on fire the way Saint did.

Mist slid her hands over his thick, smooth chest, then moved down over his stomach and lower, grasping his hard cock. Fuck, she wanted him inside her, stretching her and filling her. When she wrapped her fingers around his thick shaft and began to slide her hand up and down, Saint broke their kiss. His chest heaved as he fought to catch his breath before rasping, “If you don’t want me buried deep inside your sweet pussy soon, you better let go, kitty. Because you know your cat is going to want to bite me if we take things that far, and I’m not going to stop her.”

Locking her eyes with his, Mist pushed hard on his chest, grinning when he let her roll him over onto his back. Straddling him, she raised her hips and slid down until her wet core rubbed over the length of his hard cock. Leaning down, she kissed him again before whispering, “I’m yours. You’re mine. Whether we do this now, or a month from now, that isn’t going to change. I say we do it now, because you are right, my cat wants to claim you so freaking bad and so do I.”

Saint’s eyes darkened with lust and he grasped her hips hard, holding her over his straining erection before lowering her down onto him. It was tight and he was so big and thick, but he went slowly. When he was fully inside her, he grunted out, “Move, mate. Need to feel you.”

Mist stared into his eyes, her hands on his chest, as she lifted up, slowly sliding his cock out of her until just the tip was in, before lowering back down and taking him deep inside her again. A smile curved her lips when Saint groaned, his hands tightening on her. She did it again, and then again, moving at a slow pace, reveling in the feel of his hard cock moving in and out of her. Her body shuddered in pleasure and she moaned as heat coiled in her belly.

Rising up, Mist threw her head back, her long blonde hair cascading over her shoulders and down her back. She raised her hands and cupped her breasts, squeezing her nipples the way she liked when she played by herself as she panted quietly.

“Oh, fuck, Mist, you are so gorgeous.” The hands on her hips stilled her, and then Saint began to move, thrusting his dick inside her over and over. “Do it again,” he snarled, his eyes on her breasts. “Pinch your nipples hard for me, baby.” She did it again and he swore darkly. “You squeeze my cock so fucking good when you do that. I can tell you love it.” He slammed up into her as he demanded, “Again!”

“Saint!” Mist screamed as her orgasm hit, and she flew apart into what felt like a million pieces. She felt her fangs drop and her eyes went to his shoulder. Before she could stop herself, her mouth was on his skin, her fangs sinking deep.

Saint stiffened and then roared as he came, his shaft throbbing inside her. He pulled her down, his mouth finding the top curve of her breast, and he bit. She screamed, her entire body shaking as another intense orgasm hit her, rushing through her body. She’d never felt anything like it before. So powerful and consuming she almost lost consciousness.

After Saint slid out of her, Mist slipped down and laid her head on his shoulder as she caught her breath, a small smile on her lips. “I was wondering if demons did that.”

“Did what, kitty?”

“If they marked their mates like shifters do with a bite.”

“Not all demons do,” Saint admitted, “it just depends on how dominant they are. I want you to wear my mark. I want every person who sees you, demon, shifter, vampire, human, to see it and know you’re taken. You are mine.”

“Good,” she whispered, her eyes closing as fatigue hit her again. “I wanted to feel your fangs in me.”

Saint chuckled, running a hand through her long hair. “Sleep, kitty. We have another hour before we need to meet with God.”

“Need a shower,” Mist murmured as she snuggled in closer.

Saint pulled the blanket over them and placed a gentle kiss on her head. “Just a thirty-minute catnap, and then we’ll hop in the shower.”

“Saint?”

“Yeah, kitty?”

“What’s your real name?”

Saint was quiet for a moment before he final said, “Deimos. Deimos Riorden.”

“Black sheep of the family?”

He grunted, pulling her closer. “I don’t fit in with the palace life, Mist. All the glamour and riches, it just isn’t me. Here, with my MC, I can be myself. I hope that isn’t a problem for you?”

She laughed softly, then yawned. “I live in a small two-bedroom apartment, Saint. I’ve never had a ton of money and never even wondered or cared about how people who do live. I think I’ll be just fine here.”

“You’ll move here?” he asked quietly. “With me?”

“Have to,” she whispered. “Your family’s here.”

“What about your family?"

“Don’t have one. Only my coven sisters, and I’m not sure they all claim me as family anymore. Just Aurora.”

She wasn’t sure why she told him that. Even though she’d felt that way for a couple of months, if not more, she’d never shared her feelings with anyone.

“I’ll share my family with you, kitty.”

“Would love that.”

If he said anything else, Mist didn’t hear it. She was asleep within seconds after the last word left her mouth.