Page 16 of My Demon Hunter (Hell Bent #2)

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T he heady scent of his female’s arousal swamped Mist’s senses, making him nearly mindless with desire. A dark possessiveness unlike anything he’d felt before filled him, and, had anyone tried to take her in that moment, he knew he’d be capable of a level of violence that transcended anything he’d done in the past.

He gripped Lily’s soft flesh and lowered himself until he hovered only inches above her. Want to taste her. Want to bite her. He wanted to consume every inch of her. He wanted... What he wanted was too dark and intense to put into words, but he knew he needed it.

Without breaking eye contact, he crawled slowly down her body. Then, sitting up, he slid his hands up her hips to her waist, pushing her short nightgown up with them.

She watched him carefully, and though she tensed as he revealed her, she didn’t flinch or give any indication she didn’t want him to continue.

She wore a tiny scrap of lace for underwear, and the curve of her belly hung slightly over it. He wanted to see the fold of flesh without any fabric in the way, so he hooked his claws on the sides of the fabric and ripped up, effectively tearing it in two pieces.

Lily gasped as he tossed away the shredded fabric. “Mist! Those were my favorite—”

She broke off as he grasped her behind her knees and pushed them up as far as they would go toward her breasts while simultaneously spreading them, baring her to his gaze.

He sat back to survey his prize, nearly mad with need at the sight before him. Her pink flesh glistened with arousal, the delicate folds just begging to be tasted and explored. By him. Only ever by him.

“Mine,” he told her.

She nodded with a swallow. Her skin still glowed faintly, but it was beginning to subside. She no longer cast light into the room, and he could now see the red flush in her cheeks that had been hidden before.

She squirmed in his grip. “Mist...”

“Mine.”

“I know, but...” She wiggled again, squeezing her eyes shut and turning her head away.

He released her legs, tilting his head. “What’s wrong?”

Her eyes opened as she pressed her bent knees together. “Nothing.”

His narrowed, a warning for her not to lie.

She blew out a breath. “Nothing, I swear. I’m just not used to... this.”

“Good.” If she was, that meant he would have to hunt down many humans to kill. No one touched what was his.

She smiled faintly. “I don’t want you to stop, I swear. I’m just a little self-conscious, and I’m not used to letting someone look at my body. And since I’m glowing still, I can’t exactly ask you to turn out the light, which is what I’d normally do.”

His eyes widened slightly. A light. What a good idea. He wound his tail around the lamp on the bedside table and flicked the switch with the tip. Soft, orange light flooded the bedroom.

Lily’s eyes widened. “No, I meant I wanted it to be darker, not brighter.”

“I want to see everything.”

She sat up, nightgown slipping back down to cover her, to his dismay. Her arms wrapped around her body, her eyes full of doubt. He didn’t like that either. “I don’t.”

Understanding dawned, and the disappointment was sharp. “I will take human form if you don’t want to look at me.”

“No! No, that’s not what I meant at all!” She slapped a palm to her forehead. “I’m screwing this up with my stupid insecurities like I always do.”

He reached out and moved her hand from her face. “You’re not screwing up. Tell me what you want and I will do it.”

She looked from beneath her lashes and met his gaze. “I want to see you. I like you in this form. A lot.”

His eyes narrowed.

“This isn’t about you, I swear. You’re perfect.” She gestured to him. “You’re huge and gorgeous and perfect, and I’m just used to hiding my body.”

“I’m not perfect. I’m a demon.”

She snorted. “I suppose you’re right. But you seem pretty perfect to me.”

“And you seem perfect to me.”

Her eyes flared slightly, and she bit her lip. The sight of her blunt teeth digging into the soft flesh drew his gaze like a magnet.

“Do you really mean that?”

He forced himself to look into her eyes again. “Why would I say something I don’t mean?”

She breathed a laugh and reached out to him, gripping his shoulders and pulling him in for a kiss. “Why indeed? You’re so straightforward, and I love that about you. Everything seems so much simpler, and I feel silly for worrying in the first place. I want to see you, and you want to see me. Why shouldn’t we leave the light on?”

“I think we should leave it on,” he clarified.

“I know that.” She chuckled. “That’s what I’m saying.”

“But—”

“Just kiss me.”

He did, eagerly, still not sure what she meant but really not caring after hearing her request. As she dug her fingers back into his hair, he gathered her nightgown in his claws, intent on tearing it from her body.

“Wait!” She pulled back. “I made this, and I really don’t want you to rip it in half.”

Dismay filled him at the thought of destroying her creation, and she laughed at the look on his face. “It’s fine, Mist. I like that you want to tear the clothes off me like a feral beast. It’s sexy.” Her cheeks flushed.

He didn’t bother trying to reply because the next instant, she tugged the dress over her head and tossed it away. Naked before him, she covered her breasts, and her blush deepened so much, it spread down her neck to her chest.

He wasn’t letting her hide anymore. Looming over her, he crawled forward until she was forced to lie back. He grasped her wrists in his hands, drawing her arms up and pinning them to the mattress beside her head. He surveyed his prize a second time, this time fully bared to him.

Her breasts were overflowing with fullness, her nipples hardened into pink points. If that wasn’t enough, her belly rounded into a soft mound below, and her hips and thighs were yet another bounty of luscious, biteable flesh. Between them, a tiny wedge of blond curls waited for his exploration.

“Mine,” he said yet again because he needed her to understand it. He needed everyone in the realms to hear it. He needed to make it very clear to every single living being that if anyone, anyone , tried to take what was his, they would die begging for mercy they would not receive.

He released her wrists only to use his wing talons to pin them back down. His freed hands spread her thighs again, and he groaned as another wave of her scent flooded his senses.

Locking eyes with her, he bent, drawing in deep breaths of her fragrance from its source like it was life-giving perfume. He supposed it was. He’d never felt so alive.

She strained against the wings pinning her down, squirming beneath him as he opened his mouth, extended his tongue, and licked up the center of her core. Her eyes widened at the sight, and they both groaned. Her flavor shocked and soothed his senses at the same time, and something snapped inside of him.

No more waiting. He needed everything, and he needed it now.

He stuck out his tongue as far as it would go and speared her with it, snaking it inside her to flick against her inner walls. Then he dragged his mouth up and fixed his lips around her swollen clitoris and sucked, and her moan was interrupted by a gasp.

“Oh my god, Mist!” She sounded almost shocked at the intensity of her reaction, and it only encouraged him further.

He allowed his tail to trace up the inside of her thigh and probe her entrance, and he lifted his head, still holding her legs open, so she would know exactly what he intended to do.

Head lifting off the mattress, her mouth dropped open as he slid his tail through her wetness and then gently slapped the tip against her clitoris.

She gasped, and her head fell back. “Oh god, that feels good.”

He pushed the tip inside before drawing it back up and slapping her lightly again.

She jerked in his hold. “Oh my god!”

Another light slap, and she jerked again, her rapid breathing becoming more audible. She lifted her head and stared at him like she couldn’t believe what he was doing to her.

He bent his head and replaced his tail with his tongue, tasting that sweet nectar. The best thing he’d ever tasted. The finest scent to ever fill his nose.

“Mist!”

His fingers clenched around her thighs as they started to tremble. She was close already, and he took great satisfaction knowing he could unravel her so quickly. He wanted to draw it out, but he was too impatient, too desperate to hear her screams and taste her release.

Sucking her clit into his mouth, he plunged his tail inside of her, and she screamed, throwing her head back and yanking her wrists so hard she nearly pulled free of his wing talons. He pressed them down harder and repeated the motion, sucking her again while he worked his tail in and out of her.

“Mist! Don’t stop, oh my god—!”

Her bud swelled against his tongue, and a flood of wetness soaked his lips and tail. Her moans turned into cries and her squirms into writhing. But he held her fast with his claws and talons, relentless in his drive to make her shatter.

And then she did.

Her scream pierced his sensitive ears, and it was the purest, most wondrous sound he’d ever heard. Her core muscles convulsed around his tail, and his mouth was filled with the ambrosial taste of her release.

He didn’t stop, pushing her further, prolonging her climax until her body shook with great tremors, all that bountiful flesh shaking with it.

He had never seen anything more magnificent. Just tasting her, watching her, hearing her scream his name... He would climax himself if he relinquished his control for but a second.

“Mist, oh god, I can’t— It’s too much—”

He raised his head only when she begged. Then, he lifted his wing talons and released her legs and sat back to enjoy her in the aftermath. She lay sprawled open, no sign of shyness remaining, her chest and belly heaving with gradually slowing breaths.

Eventually, she opened her eyes. Momentary surprise flashed in them when she caught him watching her, but then she smiled.

“That was...” Her smile turned secret, indulgent. “Wow.”

He smiled back, but his was possessive.

“I didn’t expect... Your tail—” She covered her mouth with a palm. “I can’t believe you did that.”

He crawled back over her. “You enjoyed it.” It wasn’t a question. He was still tasting the proof on his tongue.

He wound his tail around her ankle and up her leg. He couldn’t stop touching her. His rigid hunter’s control was the only thing keeping him from pouncing on her and relieving the unbearable arousal that was close to making him mindless.

He wasn’t entirely sure why he held back. Another demon would not have. But there was something about Lily, something about the way she accepted him though he wasn’t human and was supposed to be her enemy.

He wanted her to trust him, he realized. He barely knew what that was, and he knew he wasn’t capable of it himself, but he wanted Lily to feel it for him. Maybe that wasn’t fair, but he didn’t care.

He wanted her to feel protected by him. He wanted her to open herself to him, to hide nothing.

He supposed he’d been feeling that since he’d met her, but he hadn’t been able to put it into words before. But now... he needed more.

He needed everything.

“Roll over,” Lily said, though her heart jumped nervously. This whole Queen of Confidence thing was new, but she was trying it out.

The fact that she’d been given the most intense orgasm of her life by a demon with a pointed tongue and talented tail made her feel like she was in an alternate reality. And in this dream world, who said she couldn’t be unashamedly confident?

Mist bent and fixed his teeth around her throat where the bite mark had been, and he growled.

She grinned at the ceiling. She knew what this meant by now.

“I promise I won’t try to escape.” She stroked her hands up his back. Her heart jumped again when she felt the muscle and bone where his wings joined between his shoulder blades.

It was one thing to see it but another to touch it. She could feel where the skin stretched and became the leathery membrane that would suspend him in flight. It was surreal.

He lifted his head and pinned her with a suspicious look, and she was struck anew by the beauty of his eyes. Strange, yes, but so beautiful.

“Trust me?” She offered a reassuring smile. “I guarantee you’ll like what I have in mind.”

His eyes narrowed, and she found it sad that he still expected her to run.

It wasn’t surprising after what he’d been through—something she still didn’t fully know—but she wanted to prove that he could trust her. She made a mental note to watch her words and never promise something she couldn’t follow through on. Building trust would take time.

Finally, he relented, rolling onto his back with his wings tucked beneath him. The one closest to her spread again and scooped her up, tugging her against him and wrapping around her like a velvety blanket.

She sat up and petted his chest as a reward for listening to her request. “It’s my turn now.”

Swallowing her self-consciousness, she swung her leg over and straddled his hips.

He immediately cupped her breasts, a growl rumbling in his chest as they spilled over his big hands. She glanced down, and the sight of her pale, delicate skin against his sharp gray claws sent a thrill coursing through her.

He’s definitely ruined me for life.

“Lily...”

It was a warning. Not to tease him, perhaps? She had no intention of that, so she scooted down his body, trailing kisses as she went. His skin was so hot he felt like a furnace beneath her.

She stopped when she got to the fastening of his pants. In her mind, she would sexily open them in a practiced motion, and he would be blown away by her seductiveness.

Instead, she climbed off to sit beside him and stare in confusion at the front of the pants, which appeared to have no way to open them at all.

“How do you get these off?”

Great. So much for Lily the Seductress. She was Lily the Inexperienced at the moment.

He lifted his hips and reached beneath him, and the leather waistband came loose with a tug.

“It’s for my tail.” He used the tip of said tail to flick her hair back as if reminding her what he could do with it. “It laces up in the back.”

Her eyes widened. “What a clever design.” She wondered what other types of clothing existed in Hell that were designed to accommodate extra demonic appendages. Her mind raced through the possibilities of pants made for tails and shirts made for wings.

Mist blinked.

Shit. Lily the Seamstress had taken over, and that was honestly worse.

“Sorry, it’s the designer in me.” She blushed furiously and then focused back on her task.

Apparently, Mist didn’t have patience for her to remove his pants herself, because he sat up and ripped them off in one rough motion and tossed them away. She quickly forgot about everything in the universe except for the sight before her.

Propped up on his elbows, he stretched out like a naked man buffet solely for her enjoyment.

His cock... Oh my god. Her eyes bugged. Obviously, she’d been aware of the size difference between them, but she hadn’t fully considered the implications. Well, she was damn well considering them now.

His cock was perfectly proportioned to the rest of him, which meant it was huge. Thick and veiny... and dark, ashy gray.

A gigantic, vein-wrapped, silky-smooth, gray dick.

In fact... it looked exactly like the dildo she’d secretly wanted to buy the one time she’d been brave enough to walk into a sex shop. She’d done laps around the store to keep staring at it, but in the end, she’d chickened out and left without buying anything.

Well, now here it was again, attached to a very large, very aroused demon who had just given her an orgasm with his tail.

She was equal parts turned on and nervous. Or maybe she was just turned on because, before she knew what she was doing, she had reached out and wrapped her hands around him.

Both hands. Because one wasn’t enough to get a good grip.

His eyes went hooded, and his spine arched as a sharp breath escaped him. She couldn’t stop staring, her eyes traveling up and down his body, trying in vain to take in every detail at once.

She stroked up, her fingers getting slicked with the moisture leaking from the tip, and she spread it around the head. He started to growl again.

That sound... If she’d been hiking in the jungle she would have started screaming, but knowing it came from him just made her hungrier.

She bent and licked the head over the slit. His chest heaved, and his claws dug into the mattress. Licking her lips, she opened her mouth as far as she could and then popped it over the top.

His head dropped back, and the sexiest moan she’d ever heard rolled out of him like thunder.

She stretched her jaw wider, taking him further into her mouth, feeling like the most powerful being in the universe. He growled deeply, and his legs spread as he flexed his claws, probably tearing holes in her bed sheets. I’m a bloody goddess.

Her jaw already ached from his size, but she wasn’t stopping for anything. His tail snaked up her back and wrapped around her hair, holding it off her face. She moaned as she remembered it penetrating her, and he made another sexy growl as the sound vibrated around his shaft.

She hummed again, moving her hands in opposition to her lips. She could barely swallow half of him, and she was pretty sure her jaw might have locked open, but she didn’t give a damn.

“Lily...” It came out like a snarl. His head dropped again and then lifted like he couldn’t bear to look away. He sagged into his elbows and then spread them apart and collapsed onto his back.

“Lily—” His abs clenched, rippling with strength as his hips rolled. It seemed to take all his control not to thrust into her mouth, but she was glad he held back because it was going to take some practice to take him any deeper than she currently was.

Practice... because she already wanted to do this again.

“Lily, I—” More moans rolled out of him as she increased her pace, her eyes watering now from the painful stretch in her jaw. “You must—” His claws tore up the sheets as he flexed them again and again. “I can’t—”

She used her bottom hand to grip his sack, as gray as the rest of him, and massaged gently. His words dissolved into snarls, and he seemed to transform into a mindless beast before her eyes. His tail tightened around her hair, and his whole body tensed, every muscle flexing, every vein standing out.

And then his head tipped back, and with a hoarse shout, he came into her mouth.

The first jet hit her gag reflex, and she choked. Her lips broke the seal, and his release ran down his shaft over her hands. But she didn’t pull back. Streams of hot cum filled her mouth, but she was too full of his cock to swallow it all, and she choked again, more spilling around her lips.

Her eyes teared up, and a vague panic sensation told her to gasp for air, but she loved it. She loved every single second of everything.

She felt like she was flying. She felt like the sexiest woman in the universe. There was cum all over her mouth and hands, and she was sucking a demon’s dick, and it was the best damn thing that had ever happened to her.

The tension drained out of him with a final, primal growl, and then his tail wrapped around her throat and guided her off his shaft. Again, he didn’t choke her, but he held her firmly, and it was perfect. He was careful with her, but he didn’t treat her like a breakable doll, and she loved that too.

Smiling, heart racing with the thrill of the moment, she wiped her mouth with her arm since her hands were already covered. She held them out for him to see.

“You made me all wet.” She squirmed at the drugged look in his eyes.

“Wipe it on yourself.” His voice was deeper and rougher than she’d ever heard it. “I want you covered in my scent.”

She did, cupping her breasts and sliding her palms over her stomach like she was getting oiled up for a bikini photoshoot.

She wasn’t thinking about her rolls and stretch marks. She was lost in his eyes and feeling this primal fire burning inside at the thought of appeasing his feral instincts.

No, he wasn’t an alpha wolf in a mating ritual; he was something way better. He was her demon hunter, a deadly, elusive creature of Hell that had stalked the realms longer than she could fathom.

But mostly, right now... he was just hers.

She slid her sticky hands back up to her breasts and cupped them again. Then, she bent down and gave his shaft one final lick. Looking into his eyes while she dragged her tongue up his length, she finished with a flick at the tip and said, “Mine.”