Page 20 of The Monster of Darkspell Comics
Adjusting my position lower down the side of the bed, I put my knee on the edge of the mattress and pause when the wing closest to me twitches.
My eyes snap from his wing to his face, but when he doesn’t so much as frown or make any other move but continues to breathe evenly, I slide stealthily onto the bed and drop low on the open mattress to the left of his hip.
I’m well below the bottom edge of his velvety wing and all the strange peacock feathering at its base, while still being far outside any accidental touching distance—not without a lot of starfishing going on.
Curling up on my side, I wiggle into the blankets and carefully tuck them in around me.
The tiniest sigh of contentment escapes me before I can smother it.
Oh, wow, that’s comfortable. With the weight of the bedding draped over me, providing instant warmth after being heated by Pashar, I’m forced to bite back a louder sound of pleasure.
I can’t, however, hold back the startled squeal that I shout when his large body suddenly moves.
He is like a massive shadow engulfing me as he smoothly covers my body with his own.
His hot breath stirs my hair, and I swallow back my whimper.
Not of fear but of desire. A flash of intense heat is rushing through me as the firm weight of his body faintly presses in against mine.
It’s not enough to crush me but to hold me in place beneath him.
A growl vibrates between us, but then he sniffs me and the growl shifts, dropping into a rattling purr.
It doesn’t last for more than a second before he seems to wake up enough to be aware of my presence, and it cuts off just as quickly as it started.
“What are you doing here?” he snaps, jerking me up the length of his body so that we are hip to hip as I lay beneath him.
I give him a defiant look, put off by his attitude.
It’s not like I was trying to grope him or do anything pervy.
“Don’t get your tail in a twist. I’m just trying to sleep and enjoy some of this huge bed you’re hogging to yourself,” I hiss back, undeterred and unwilling to back down when he has demonstrated once again—and very convincingly—that he will not hurt me, not even when taken by surprise.
But it does look like playing tag with the demon will have to wait until he’s a little more receptive to the idea.
That’s fine, for now I’ll be happy just to sleep comfortably.
“The couch is cold and hard. It’s killing my back, and I’m going to end up sick if I’m not warm enough.
Besides, I’m not taking up much room. So just go back to sleep. ”
“Impossible,” he huffs. “You have no sense of self-preservation if you are crawling into a demon’s bed and expecting that nothing will happen except sleep.”
I go still and peer up at him, my heart galloping with excitement. “Are you going to devour me?” I whisper, sincerely hoping he will.
Though I can’t see his frown, I can feel it and notice the way his glowing eyes narrow. “Of course not,” he scoffs.
The sound of it grates on my ears, but I smile sweetly at him since I’m sure he can see my expression just fine.
“Wonderful. Then, this shouldn’t be a problem. Now scoot over and quit being a blanket hog or let me take a turn on the bed while we work out better sleeping conditions for me.”
It isn’t exactly what I want, but at least I’ll get part of the bed, and that’s something.
I grab hold of the blanket wrapped around him and give it a tug.
To my surprise, his hand snaps down onto it and latches on so tight that I’m unable to get more than an inch or two of fabric to budge.
He rumbles in warning at me, his long tail snaking along my legs as it whips around us.
“Stop!”
His snarl falls on deaf ears because I pull harder until suddenly the blanket shifts and I’m aware of the thick bar of Pashar’s arousal bearing down on me.
The grunt and moan that breaks from him startles both of us, and we jump, causing our bodies to crash together unexpectedly, his cock pressing against me.
For a moment I forget to breathe, and he seems unable to move because I can’t help but be aware of the impressive size of his sex printing its outline against my belly.
His tail swishes and curls, and I’m aware of the deep shadows of his wings flexing above us.
Then he’s gone. Settling himself on the other side of bed, he gives his back to me, his wings twitching with annoyance.
Perhaps I pushed a little too hard, but dammit I’m tired of not getting a really good night of sleep... and the restless need to explore a different sort of relationship with the demon. I push up onto my side and bite my lip as I watch the random movements of his wings. “Pashar, I...”
“Sleep,” he growls testily.
An unhappy frown pulls at my lips, but I fall back onto the mattress without another word.
Thankfully, I am just as tired as I let on and although I’m disappointed that there was no mutually satisfying connecting and exploring that happened; I find that I am so comfortable that I slip quickly and easily into sleep as his tail lashes slowly around me.