Page 47 of Hooked on a Demon (Leeside Witches #3)

Eliana

D eclan’s eyes shift to molten gold, his skin toughens up under her fingers, and two dark horns about six inches in length appear on either side of his forehead.

And if she’s not mistaken, given the increased stretch in her pussy, his cock has grown too.

And holy shit, it’s fucking delicious. The stretch from him in human form was already amazing, but this, this is unreal.

Eliana didn’t think she could take any more, but apparently she was wrong, as her pussy clenches around him, hungry to be fucked by his demon cock.

She’s never seen him in his demon form, but if it’s possible, he may be even hotter than he is in his human shape.

Those eyes could melt her on the spot with how heated his gaze is, and the added roughness of his skin brings a new sensation she wasn’t expecting.

Like a scruffy beard, but all over. The feeling makes her already sensitive nerves light up all over her body.

At this rate, it won’t take long for her to come again, and frankly, she can’t wait.

“Hold on,” he says, his voice deeper. Raspier. When she looks at him, confusion must be evident on her face. His eyes flick up. Her gaze follows. Ah. His horns.

Eliana’s hands reach up, wrapping around the thick protrusions coming from his head. He shudders under her touch, and she recalls an earlier conversation. They are extra sensitive. “Do you prefer a light or firm touch?” Eliana asks, wanting to make sure she doesn’t hurt him.

His voice in this form is like lava flowing over her entire body, heating her up, and setting her alight. “Firm is better,” he says.

She nods, then grips harder. Or as hard as she can without her fingertips being able to touch.

He groans beneath her before he rises, lifting her, still speared by his cock, and putting her back against the wall.

Eliana flinches as the cool surface touches her back, sending a shiver down her spine straight to her cunt, causing her pussy to clench around him.

Her hands stroke his horns, feeling the power within him hum as she does.

Declan’s lips crash into hers, and then he’s grinding his hips into her, slowly. Oh, so slowly.

She never pictured him as a slow lover, one who wanted to take his time. Fuck, history would tell her that guys want to get off as fast as possible. But not Declan. Each stroke is deliberate. Drawing as much pleasure from her as he absolutely can.

If she didn’t think he was perfect before, she certainly does now. “You will ruin me,” she says, her back bowing off the wall as he withdraws achingly slow before taking his time to seat himself again.

“Good.” He growls, thrusting into her again. “You. Are. Mine. Oaks.”

Goddess, her name, in whatever form he uses, is enough to bring her to ecstasy.

“Tell me,” Declan demands.

She whines, his cock filling her in the most delicious of ways. The stretch almost too much, and yet, as she told him before, she knows she will never get enough. “I’m yours.”

He thrusts again. “Damn.” Thrust. “Fucking.” Thrust. “Right.”

“Make me come, Grace.”

“With pleasure.”

And he does. He grips her ass, holding her in place as he thrusts into her again and again. Each thrust, each pivot of his hips, is deliberate, making his cock brush against that spot inside that makes her see stars.

When a smoky tendril lands on her clit, cool against the heat of their bodies, it only has to brush it a few times before she explodes.

He doesn’t let up as she moans her release, drawing out her orgasm as she comes all over his thick demon cock.

No, his demon is hungry as Declan plunges into her cunt over and over.

She strokes his horns, gripping hard, and matching his rhythm, thrust for thrust. When he finds his release, it’s like her world comes apart and then stitched back together.

Suddenly, everything she was worried about no longer matters, and it’s only him.

Filling her. Connecting with her. She’s never experienced anything like it, but the world seems to go quiet and all that’s left is their ragged breathing as he whispers, “ Mine, ” into her ear.

“Yours,” she responds.

* * *

A marathon sex session when she hasn’t had sex, let alone a session like last night, in a very long time, means she is more than a little sore the next morning. But as she watches Declan sleeping peacefully in her bed, she knows it was all worth it.

Of course, doing that the night before the big showcase probably wasn’t the best idea, but it wouldn’t be the first time she’s had a poor night’s sleep before a show, and looking at him, she knows it won’t be the last.

Carefully lifting the duvet, she slides out of bed, and makes her way to the bathroom where she uses the facilities and brushes her teeth before she sneaks to the kitchen and starts a pot of coffee.

Halfway through making breakfast, heavy footsteps make their way toward her.

She senses his presence as he fills the small kitchen before he slides behind her, wrapping his arms around her midsection and nuzzling his nose into the crook of her neck, sending goosebumps down to her toes.

“Good morning, Oaks,” he mumbles into her flesh before sucking in a deep breath. “You smell like me.”

“Really? How odd,” she teases, mixing the scrambled eggs in the pan.

“I like it.”

Eliana turns hers and kisses him quickly before turning her attention back to the eggs.

“I do too,” she says. “Coffee is ready, I wasn’t sure how you took it, or really if you drink it, which sounds silly as we’ve slept together now and I feel like I should know your coffee order before that happens?—”

His hands turn her to face him and lightly touches the side of her cheeks. “Breathe.” His steady gaze helps to recenter her. He breathes in slowly, holds it, and releases it in a controlled manner. She mimics his technique and within seconds, she’s calmer.

“Thank you.”

He leans in and kisses her forehead before releasing her face from his soft hold. “Anytime.”

She watches Declan out of the corner of her eye as he takes the mug she left on the counter and opens her fridge. Returning with the milk, he pours a little bit in and then fills the cup with coffee. He puts the milk back and, leaning against the counter, watching her, he sips.

Just milk. Got it.

The oven timer beeps, so she puts on an oven mitt and pulls the tray of bacon out, putting it on top of the stove.

She stirs the pan of hashbrowns and the one with eggs one more time before turning the elements off and plating their breakfast. A wave of realization rushes toward her.

“I’m sorry, I should have asked first if you wanted breakfast. Again, I don’t know these things… ”

Before she can get herself too worked up, Declan brings her back down. “It’s perfect. Breakfast is my favorite meal, and frankly, bacon should be its own food group.”

She smiles. Thankfully, he doesn’t seem to mind, and also doesn’t find her sudden nerves to be a turn-off. “Let’s eat, then,” she says, picking up their plates and taking them to the dining table.

A comfortable silence falls over them as they eat.

She wasn’t wrong in saying that there’s so much she doesn’t know about him. Eliana understands that they don’t know all the ins and outs about each other. And as scary as that feels, she still knows this demon is hers as much as she is his.

It’s absolutely terrifying, the idea of opening herself up to someone else like she did with her ex, but perhaps Dr. Colson was right in that she can never truly know if things with Declan will end up the same way as they did with Sam. It doesn’t mean it isn’t worth trying.

What she does know is that Sam would never have helped her regulate the way Declan did.

Declan didn’t ask any questions or try to insinuate there was anything wrong with her.

Instead, he used their connection as a tool for comfort.

To Declan, her nervousness is not a sign of weakness.

It’s something that is a part of her. That, in itself, confirms what she can see now she’s known for a while.

Something wonderful. And scary. And exciting.

She loves this demon.

Everything else she needs to know, she can learn as they go.