Page 11 of Once Upon a Demon’s Heart
Chapter Six
KALEL
Do. Not. Fuck. The. Godling. I chide myself as her sweet scent nearly knocks me over.
She’s so delicate in my arms, even when she struggles against my hold. I close my eyes and try to will away the blood flow that’s been redirected to my cock, but the bulge inevitably grows under her ass and she gasps when she feels it. Her scent thickens with excitement for it.
No. I’m not going to fuck her. I clench my jaw and bite down on my lower lip with the last remnants of my restraint. Well, maybe if I just don’t knot her, it would be okay, wouldn’t it?
Fuck.
I hate her so much, is that why I want to rut into her so badly?
I want to make her scream in pain, but I’m not allowed to hurt her.
Fucking her isn’t hurting her, but it would fulfill that dark need I have building inside me.
King Achill would have my head if he knew I bruised her precious little knees from knotting her before the ceremony.
As I’m hashing out my internal conflict over her, she starts grinding her hips over my crotch. The breath leaves my lungs and my throat dries. All my control goes to the wayside.
She whimpers out in pain and clutches her stomach.
Is she? No, please tell me she isn’t going into heat. My cheeks warm and the veins in my hands are protruding.
I tamper down my monstrous urges and let my teeth sink into her neck instead. It’s either feed and bring her body back to normal levels with my venom, or I’ll end up breeding her in here for fucking hours.
She cries out as I suck down her golden blood. It tastes like the sweetest of apples. Rich with life and nectar. How can something as vile as her taste so ethereal?
I groan over her throat and readjust my grip on her.
She’s limp now, and the scent is finally fading.
Alira lets out a relieved sigh—she must find me utterly repulsive.
I wish she was as horrendous on the outside as she is on the inside.
The lull in my rage and vengeance for her when she lifted her helmet pisses me off to no end.
I can’t despise her less just because she’s the most enchanting creature I’ve ever laid my eyes on, but the curve of her pouting lips begs to differ. The sorrow in her eyes is tangible like violets dipped in salted tears. I crave her to no end.
Her blood spills down my lip and trickles over her breast. I release her neck and stroke my tongue over her soft flesh. She sucks in a breath and lets it out when I don’t lick her chest more.
Fuck.
I want to bite her breast and flick her nipple with my tongue—make her whimper and writhe in my arms like a helpless little thing.
I like that she’s so weak to me. It makes the urge to fill her with my come overwhelming.
I want her to suffer, but why do I also want her to see me?
I want her to find comfort in my arms as much as I wish to bring tears to her weary eyes.
She will endure my pain, no matter how I yearn to covet her. I’ve sworn to it.
Pluto almighty, let me bring her punishment no matter what spells her beauty casts upon me.