Page 14 of Prince of Demons (Demon’s Mark #2)
“Take what you need from me,” she begged. “I don’t understand what happened. Please, you promised. Don’t hurt anyone. Feed from me.”
He bared his teeth, fury pounding in his temples. Fury that he wasn’t ignoring her, fury that he wasn’t already out the door in search of a meal. Fucking Breeders and their sorcery.
“I would be hurting you,” he snarled.
“No. No, you wouldn’t.” She forced her lips to quirk up—not quite into a smile, but not a grimace either. “You promised you wouldn’t, and I… I believe you. Please. Take it from me. Not… Not someone innocent.”
He scoffed at the ridiculousness in her statement. “Someone innocent? You think that worthless piece of scum you saved is innocent? As compared to who, you? Tell me, Breeder, who have you hurt to get your next high? Who have you stolen from, beaten up, killed for your own gain?”
She blinked, the idea that every human didn’t possess a base level of goodness clearly new to her. New, and unacceptable. “I… It doesn’t matter, okay? I am… willing. And I will survive. They won’t. Right?”
He didn’t answer, but he didn’t need to. She took his silence as the confirmation it was.
Swallowing, she held out a trembling hand. “Come back. Please.”
She might as well have jerked on a chain wrapped tight around his throat. He wasn’t fully aware of having crossed the bedroom floor to her, until her soft hand wrapped around his forearm, forcing crackles of sensations along his skin despite the fabric covering it.
“You won’t hurt me,” she said again, more conviction in her voice this time.
A blush crept up her throat and heated her cheeks, and she lowered her eyelashes.
“And… it felt… nice. What you were doing. It won’t be like when…
I was… was ringed. It’s okay. Please. Let me feed you, like you did for me. ”
Some faraway part of him knew he should deny her—that he should find the will to resist her spell spoken in pleading tones—but he didn’t have the strength.
Perhaps if he’d been at full power, if his vision wasn’t dancing from the need to refuel, and her sweet scent didn’t linger on his tongue, he would have stood a chance.
Hazy images of butter glistening on her lips and her throat bobbing around morsels of food flickered for his mind’s eye. He reached for her without thought, wrapping one hand around her jaw and cheek in blind search of the feel of her.
Her breath stuttered in her throat, but she didn’t flinch away. Simply looked up at him with blue eyes more full of wariness than outright fear now. He didn’t have the brainpower left to ponder the change, not this time. He needed her energy. Now.
Her body yielded for his, allowing him to guide her to her back. There was no resistance in her thighs when he pushed them apart this time, only a tremble in her muscles as he slid to the floor at the end of the bed and used his thumbs to expose her ringed clit once more.
Her scent enveloped him as fully as before, sweeping away whatever lingering hesitance might have remained in his swiftly fogging mind.
Fuck, she smelled like… Woman, and sex, and life.
He groaned and leaned in, sucking her clit between his lips on instinct alone.
Georgia hissed at the contact, her thighs clamping around his head in instinctive protest.
Too sensitive. He eased off, kissing the soft skin around the center of her nerves instead, until her thighs slowly relaxed again.
The hood of her clit had been pushed back with the fastening of the ring, leaving her pearl permanently exposed.
He’d never given much thought to how a Breeding ring affected a woman when it wasn’t activated, but the sound of Georgia’s shallow breaths and the tremble in her muscles at his proximity to her unprotected nub made a thread of regret worm through his chest. Even without twisting the wicked device and inflicting its dark magic on her, her pleasure would always be forced to some degree.
Kesh ghosted his bottom lip over the tip of her clit, gentler than he’d ever touched a woman there before.
She still jumped at the contact, but he didn’t stop this time.
Slowly, he moved his mouth against her tender spot, breathing in her blissful scent and ghosting his warm breath over her riled nerve endings before finding it with his tongue.
“Shi-it!” Her squeal was quickly accompanied by slim fingers weaving through his hair and then yanking on the strands with surprising force.
He didn’t let her pull him off, but obliged her enough to shift his attention to the pink flesh around and below, lapping at her folds until her grip eased. Then he returned his focus to her clit, licking it twice before he took mercy on her once again to rub his nose at her labia.
Her scent grew stronger, and when he flicked his tongue down to that hallowed entrance to taste her again, her intoxicating essence flowed over his tastebuds much more freely than before.
Fuck, why did she taste like this?
Need crackled through his veins like lightning, blinding him. When he returned to her clit, it was with far more ferociousness.
“Shit! Shit! Shit!” Her high-pitched chanting sounded like it came through water, and the burn in the roots of his hair only fueled his urge for more.
He lashed her little nub until she begged him to stop, please stop , then closed his lips around it and sucked it while she sobbed and writhed and squeezed her thighs around his neck.
But her frantic bucking was rhythmic and her scent bloomed all around him, speaking another truth entirely.
When her pleas for mercy faded to throaty moans, he released her no-longer straining thighs and reached for his cock to alleviate some of the throbbing pressure. The squeeze of muscles around his aching length made him groan.
“Don’t stop!” There was nothing meek about the Breeder’s shriek, and he let out a surprised snort—which was quickly cut off when Georgia wound her legs around his neck and grabbed onto his horns with more strength than she should reasonably have had left, yanking his face back into her pussy. “Fuck, come on, come on! I’m so close!”
Any amusement he had at the sudden change in her demeanor died in the roaring fire scorching his veins and incinerating any coherent thought. Snarling like a beast, he closed his mouth on her clit and sucked it in hard, deep pulls.
“Yes! Holy shit, yes!” The Breeder’s cries sang through his burning blood as she ground herself against his face, clutching at his horns for dear life until finally ? —
“Yes!”
Kesh felt her release like a thunderclap shattering through his bones and deep into his pelvis.
Wetness gushed from her entrance, but he kept sucking her clit until her fingers slackened around his horns and her moans turned to whimpers of overstimulation.
Only then did he move his mouth to her trembling opening to drink her.
He didn’t need to suck her there—her energy came willingly, flowing smoothly over his tongue, mixed with the tangy flavor of her pleasure.
Stars, she tasted so fucking good. Rich. Strong.
Entirely addictive.
He drank deep, lost to the rush of her energy filling him from within until he could barely contain it. Yet still, he drank, groaning with greed and eternally desperate for more. For everything she had to give.
Too soon, the rhythmic pulse of her life force slowed.
Kesh moaned a protest, somehow managing to rein in the last vestiges of his willpower until he found the strength to pull away.
His entire being thrummed with power, and he had to brace against the edge of the bed for a few moments until his head stopped spinning from the overload. Blackened stars, how could one single pussy give so much?
He looked up at the Breeder and found her still sprawled on the bed. Entirely motionless.
For a second, sick fear clawed at his esophagus, but it eased when her chest rose with a slow breath. He’d stopped in time.
He pushed to his feet to put distance between himself and the girl, but found it impossible to pull his gaze from her. His hunger had been sated, but every cell in his body still throbbed with need.
She lay on his bed, unconscious and entirely vulnerable, and the sight of her made his cock ache.
If she’d been a regular woman, he would have given in.
It had been a long time since he allowed himself to fuck a human female.
The dark magic emanating from every cell in his body was impossible to contain while he penetrated a tight little cunt.
Demon or not, it was extraordinarily unappealing to climax into a gory pile of blood and ashes, and that was all that would be left of any woman who suffered a lord’s penetration.
But right now? The need for her was so painful, every cell in his body screamed for him to give in. To sate himself deep inside of her, consequences be damned.
Kesh stared at the glistening cunt splayed open between the little Breeder’s still-spread thighs, knowing that if it hadn’t been his most sacred duty to ensure her survival, she would have died in his bed tonight.
It wasn’t often he envied his brother the woman who’d birthed him his son.
Only the rarest few humans could withstand a lord’s magic, and his brother, King Kain, had risked everything for his mate.
Truth be told, the little bitch was a mouthy, conniving nightmare that really needed to be kept in her place—but at least Kain got to fuck her as much as he pleased.
And right then, for the very first time, Kesh was beginning to understand how that might be worth the many, many sacrifices his brother had made for her.
Georgia didn’t move as he pulled out his aching cock and climbed onto the bed to lie atop her.
He pushed himself up on one elbow, ensuring he didn’t crush her, and brought his free hand to his thick cock.
Growling at the touch, he squeezed it tight and lowered his hips, pressing the bloated head of his meat to her still-softened entrance.
Zings of rapture made him arc into her, but the small mouth of her sex ensured he didn’t push inside.
Instead, he pulled his hips back through his own grip, thrusting forward with a hard jerk that had his head pressed against her pink entrance once more.
Again and again he fucked his own hand, growling with pleasure every time she kissed his crown.
It took only moments, and then he was there.
Kesh snarled his release out, clutching at her breast and his own dick as he spurted his semen against her pussy, smearing the pearly strands up and down between her lips until he had nothing left to give.
Only then did he find the will to pull away, panting harshly as he stared at the still passed-out Breeder.
So vulnerable, and yet…
And yet, the clenching in his gut as he took in her sleeping form and his semen clinging to her skin reminded him all too brutally that this little thing had the power to bring even the most powerful of his kind to their knees.