Page 22 of Once Upon a Demon’s Heart

Kalel steps into our tent and sets me down on the blankets. He moves to his desk and brings back a white cloth, giving me an uneasy look before reaching for my wrist. I don’t try to stop him. He wraps his fingers gently around my arm and wraps the cloth around the wound.

My heavy eyes are almost closed when he strokes his tongue over my palm.

He moves to my wrist and licks my wound clean.

I watch through hooded eyes, taking in each caressing stroke and gentle press of his lips.

One would think he was trying to convey a million small apologies into these adorning gestures.

“I’m not a cruel man, you know,” he confesses with his lips against my skin. “I just… I can’t…”

My heart twists at his loss for words. I study the scar on his left cheek. “What don’t I remember, Kalel?”

He smooths his thumb over the bandage as he finishes wrapping my wrist, then looks at me.

“If you don’t remember, it’s not important.

” He’s avoiding the question. What have I forgotten?

He presses my sternum with two fingers and pushes me backward until I lie down in my blankets.

“I need to scent your other areas now. We’re getting closer to the kingdom. ”

I swallow thickly, ashamed of the excitement that races through me after he was so cruel. I want to be angry, but part of me feels so much empathy for him that I can’t find it in my heart to hold resentment.

Kalel bends and lifts my shirt to the bottom of my breasts.

He inhales at my ribs, and it makes my back arch at his closeness.

His presence alone does ruinous things to me.

Electricity shoots through my body, and my core painfully twists.

Kalel flinches and lifts his head, staring down at me with pinched brows.

Oh gods, please not now .

“ Ow, ” I whimper, clutching my abdomen and curling into the fetal position.

Kalel curses under his breath, dragging his hand down his jaw.

The need to have him inside me is unbearable. The ache is so strong that even though we just had a scuffle in the woods, I’m ready to beg him for any sort of relief. I refuse. My teeth sink into my lower lip. But gods, do I want him.

“Alira,” Kalel whispers my name like it alone is causing him misery. His eyes flick down to my squirming thighs. His tongue swiping out and sucking in his bottom lip like he’s ready to eat more of me.

Another whimper escapes my lips, and I clutch the blankets tightly. “It hurts so bad,” I cry. It’s never been this intense before. It’s the worst aching, empty feeling. I need him inside me. It feels like I’ll die if I don’t get relief.

Kalel flexes his jaw and swallows thickly as he moves to my legs, pulling them toward him so that I’m no longer in the fetal position, and spreads my thighs apart. My core is so wet that it’s already seeping through my pants.

“Neptune, have mercy,” he mutters, sounding weaker than I’ve ever heard him. “Little godling, this is my fault… so I’ll make it right.” His voice is heady and dripping with lust. My back arches and I only manage to respond with another pleading whimper.

My heart beats faster as he hooks his fingers around my waistband and pulls my pants down to my knees.

He hesitates as he brings his hands to my hips, fisting my underwear in his palms. Kalel’s skin is hot against mine. A rush of excitement moves through my veins.

Gods, what is happening to me?

I shouldn’t be attracted to him. I shouldn’t, and yet, here I am, soaking wet for him and growing more feral each moment he’s not filling me. The air has shifted between us. He’s not consumed with rage and hate like he was when he fucked me before.

This time, he looks completely bewitched.

“Please, Kalel,” I beg shamelessly.

His amber eyes flick up back to mine—a different kind of hunger flashing over them.

Pleasure pulses through my entire body. With my underwear fisted in his hands, he pulls them down to my knees and lowers his head to my slit.

His breath is hot against my pussy as he spreads me out.

My cheeks burn with embarrassment. We hardly even know one another and here he is, about to devour me.

I cover my face with my forearm.

He growls and digs his fingers into my waist, drawing a gasp from my lips that quickly evolves into a moan as his long tongue dips into me before stroking up my center.

“I have to scent you anyway, so don’t assume I’m being generous,” he murmurs over my clit—his breath warm against my sensitive flesh.

My head instinctively snaps up to look at him.

I wish I hadn’t, because he’s licking his lips and staring at me like a predator eating prey.

Dark locks of hair are strewn over his forehead.

He’s devastatingly handsome when it’s disheveled like this.

I have half the mind to touch the strands, but I restrain myself from doing so.

I can’t just forget what he did to me in the forest. My wrist aches just thinking about it.

For a moment, I think Kalel’s going to let up and leave me unsatisfied as a heartless punishment, but he moves to my clit, circling his tongue around it gently before sucking it into his mouth.

A sharp cry is pulled from my lips, and I fist the blankets so I don’t clamp them onto his head like I really want to.

Then two fingers enter me, spreading me open and curling up until he finds my sensitive spot. My head falls back into the sheets at the pleasure of being filled by his hand. It feels so fucking good as he pumps those long fingers inside me and swirls his tongue over my clit.

My moans fill the tent. I have no idea how loud I’m being. I can’t focus on anything right now except how he’s building me closer and closer to my orgasm. My hips lightly buck against his hand. It’s not enough. I need more. More.

Kalel seems to pick up on my needy whimpers as he withdraws his fingers and moves his mouth down to my entrance.

His eyes find mine as he shoves his tongue deep inside me.

The tips of his fangs brush against my core—I don’t know if they draw blood or not, and I don’t care.

All I know is he’s devouring me and fucking me with his tongue.

I lose my resolve. I fist his hair tightly and try not to squeeze his head with my thighs. He doesn’t seem to mind at all. In fact, a deep moan rumbles from his chest, and his stare floods with lust.

That look pushes me over the edge, making me come so hard that my hips move with each wave of pleasure. Kalel holds me tightly, lapping up my juices and continuing to stroke his tongue through my slit until I’m clean.

I breathe heavily, releasing his hair with horror now that my wits are returning to me. Kalel follows my motion, moving up my body, pushing my shirt up and pressing kisses against my stomach and ribs before he pauses at my breasts.

“This isn’t me showing you affection. I’m marking you further, it should help hide your scent from the dire wolves while we finish passing through their lands tomorrow.” His tone is stern, but his gaze has a tender edge to it.

I bury my teeth into my lower lip as he takes one of my breasts into his mouth and sucks on it. A moan escapes through my gritted teeth as I wriggle beneath him.

He groans and palms my other breast, massaging it until my core is starting to ache for him again. I want his dick inside me. Just as I think it, something hard, thick, and long brushes up against my thigh. My breathing stalls.

Kalel lets his hips come down on me, pressing his length into my leg.

Gods—how did he fit inside me the first time? It was so rough and quick that I barely remember much of it.

He moves to the other breast, sucking and licking it before sitting up. I’m wet from my pussy to my boobs because of him, and he gazes down at me like a finished meal, sucking in his lower lip like he’s savoring me.

“At least you taste divine, little godling.” Kalel stands to go to his desk. “You’ll have plenty of restless nights when we get to Devicit. Rest now while you have the chance.”