Page 42 of Prince of Demons (Demon’s Mark #2)

Kesh

I t was obvious when he arrived at his apartment tower that his men were oblivious to any divine attack. They jerked to attention when he pulled up on his motorbike, threw it on the curb, and ran toward the entrance. Toward Georgia.

“Your Highness, what?—?”

“Call Mallorn,” Kesh snarled as he stormed past the guards. “Tell him to get here immediately.” Whatever that goddess had done to Georgia, she would pay. He needed his Second by his side to ensure she didn’t escape the city while he tended to the Breeder

He burst out of the elevator and into his front hall three minutes later, heart in his throat. “Georgia! Georgia!”

A muffled scream sounded from deeper in the apartment, followed by a heavy thud, and then nails clawing frantically at wood.

He skidded around the corner—and found his father sitting on the floor in front of his bedroom, leaning heavily against the closed door.

Another thud vibrated the wood against his back.

“What on Earth are you?—?”

“Kesh! Kesh, help me! Oh God, please, help me!”

His voice died when Georgia’s desperate cries made it through the closed door his father was physically barricading. “What are you doing? Get out of the way, she needs help!” He stepped forward, intent on the door, but his father’s magic gripped him, holding him in place.

“Wait—”

Absolute fury exploded in his brain. For the first time in his life, there was no fear at the thought of confronting his father, no concern about pushing him too far.

All he registered was that the other demon was trying to stop him from coming to Georgia’s aid.

A roar ripped from his throat, and black, dense power exploded out of his body.

Kirigan’s magic hold on him shattered like glass, the blast wave blowing through the door behind him and knocking him out of the way.

Georgia, who’d been behind the door, stumbled backwards and landed heavily on her ass with a cry. Her dress was torn to shreds, her hair wild, and her skin flushed pink.

“Shit!” Kesh leapt over his father and crouched by her side, carefully cradling her head as he eased her back upright. “Where does it hurt, little one?”

“Kesh—she resisted my magic. I tried to contain her with magic, but she shrugged off my bindings as if they were nothing. She’s Pure.”

“What?” He’d barely registered his father’s caution when Georgia dug her nails into his arms—and her scent hit him square in the nostrils.

Heat.

“Please… please, it hurts, I need you!”

Her voice was raspy and raw from screaming, but still perfectly modulated to hit every primitive, male part of his brain. Her eyes were hazy, her blunt nails drawing white lines on his skin as she clawed at him to get closer. And her smell…

He buried his nose in her neck and inhaled, all thoughts of a goddess and danger and war vanishing in the fog of lust roaring up from his pelvis and digging deep into his brain stem.

“Shh, I’m here. I’ll make it stop hurting now.” His voice was a coo.

Georgia mewled in response, unshed tears of relief shining in her beautiful blue eyes. “You’ll make it stop?”

“I will,” he promised, thumb stroking her cheek. He got to his feet and lifted her into his arms with ease, and carried her to the bed.

She got to her knees the second he put her down, cheek pressed to the mattress, ass up. “Please…!”

“Good girl.” Kesh pushed up her tattered silk skirt and cupped her smoldering pussy from behind.

Her pulse drummed against his palm, heavy and fast, the rhythm transferring to his own, aching cock.

She whined at his touch and pressed down to rub herself against his fingers.

Thick, viscous liquid pooled in his palm, the scent of cunt and heat so heavy in the air his vision blurred.

“Kesh!” Her whine turned sharp, the demand clear as she pushed herself back on his hand, rhythmically rubbing against it.

“I know—I’ve got you, love.” Freeing his cock from the painful confines of his zip, he knelt up behind her and pushed her further forward, greedy eyes raking over the hot, pulsing flesh of her upturned pussy.

Her labia were thick and swollen, bright pink amidst dark, matted pubic hair, and eagerly revealing her tiny opening twitching with every rapid beat of her heart.

And there, like a shimmering jewel, was the perpetrator of her desperate state; the vicious metal band around her clit cruelly twisted so tightly, the sensitive pearl had turned nearly purple and thrice its natural size.

A snarl ripped from his throat at the sight of her abuse, but it sounded like it came through water—from another plane of existence, where he was capable of rage. Here, now—all he knew was that hot, aching need to sate his female’s torment.

Drawn in by the need to soothe, he bent down, buried his face in her wet pussy, and carefully sucked her clit in between his lips.

Georgia yipped, her entire body shuddering in response. More liquid rushed from her core, the scent filling his nostrils.

Stars above. His entire being was already laser-focused on her desperate need, but the flood of her pheromones directly into his nose short-circuited his brain entirely.

Groaning, he sucked her clit as gently as he could while she whined and rode his face, entirely focused on the dark magic’s demand for orgasm, despite how painful the stimulation had to be.

When she finally came, it was with a cry and another gush of liquid that coated his face and made stars dance for his eyes.

“Kesh… Kesh, please...” Still panting from her release, she looked at him over her shoulder as he straightened back up, and the naked plea in her eyes clenched his heart as much as it made his dick throb. “I need you inside.”

“I need to be inside you, too, love,” he rumbled, wiping her liquids off his face before grabbing her hips. Her flesh felt perfect in his hands, as if she were made to fit in his grip.

Georgia keened as if in agreement, and arched her back, thrusting that perfect, swollen pussy up in renewed invitation.

“Shit, you’re so tight,” he groaned, spreading her entrance with his thumbs, testing its give. Even if he’d been capable of going slow with the scent of her heat melting his brain, this would still be painful for her.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” he rasped, gaze trained on that glistening opening spreading with the pull of his thumbs. “Fuck, Georgia, you need to be trained for this, learn to open…”

“I don’t care! Just fucking… fuck me! Right fucking now!”

He let out a surprised grunt at her furious snarl. Gone was the meek, subservient Breeder pleading for relief, replaced in the blink of an eye with a wild female with fire in her eyes and blunt teeth bared in threat.

Snarling, she tried to spin around, fingers curled as if they were claws, undoubtedly to rip at him. He kept his grip on her hips and yanked hard, sending her face first back into the mattress.

“You want it to hurt?” he snarled. “Let me prepare you?—”

Dull pain from where her foot impacted with his knee cut him off.

“I don’t need preparation! Are you fucking slow?

I need your dick! Inside me! Right fucking now!

I don’t care if it hurts, I don’t care if it splits me in two!

Fuck. Me!” She tried to kick him again, and when he released her hips to grab her ankles, she thrashed like a wild animal, spitting and snarling in her efforts to turn around and rip him to shreds.

He’d never been so turned on in his entire, miserable existence.

Snarling, Kesh threw himself down on top of her, pinning her to the mattress with his weight. “Lie still! You want to be fucked? I’ll fuck you until you plead for me to stop. Is that what you want? Is that what you need?”

“Yes! Yes, fuck, that’s what I need!” Her soft, sweat-slickened body pressed up against him, warm and perfect and desperately trying to angle her ass to capture his cock between her straining thighs.

“Kesh, I need you to make it hurt! I need you to fuck me until it stops!” Her efforts finally paid off, and she managed to trap his dick at the apex of her thighs.

She let out a high-pitched keening and pressed back hard.

“Fuck!” Kesh grabbed her by the hips, stilling her attempt at splitting herself open on his cock, even though all he wanted to do was to follow through.

His entire being pulsed in rhythm with that wet little opening pressing against the head of his cock, eagerly trying to swallow the tip, and it took everything he had—every memory of her vulnerable and frightened cowering on the floor for him to not give in and penetrate her with reckless abandon.

It wasn’t helped by her whining, pleading sobs for him to ‘just do it!’

“Shh. Breathe, love. A nice, deep one for me,” he rumbled, stroking her bucking hips with his thumbs while ensuring she couldn’t push back further.

Georgia obeyed shakily, compelled by the rough dominance in his voice. Once she exhaled, Kesh pushed forward, pressing his thick cock head to her trembling opening.

“Ah!” Despite the twang of pain in her voice, the horny little Breeder arched her back in an effort to help him in, pushing back against his force.

“Calm down, relax your pelvis. That’s it, good girl.” Her opening softened against him, her muscles relaxing just enough to let him press his head in to the rim, his ridges catching against her taut sheath.

“Ah, shit!” Her voice pitched to a whine, her body stiffening underneath him as the physical reality of submitting to a demon lord set in.

“You’re okay. I’ve got you, love. Just breathe.

” Kesh drew in a deep, steadying breath too, forcing his mind from the first kiss of her wet inners to the tightness of her opening; the care he had to exert to enter her without damage.

Georgia had yet to birth a child, and he hadn’t had the chance to prepare her the way she would have been prepared, had this been her mating night.