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damien

T his girl. My little witch.

“Willow,” I rasped out, already out of my mind just from her suggestion. I’d never done that, not with anyone. But what she was asking me… “Are you sure?”

Her eyelids fluttered hazily as I pressed myself against her again.

“Mhm. Please, Damien. I need you inside of me.”

Pulling her cute little nightdress off her body, I took my time to kiss down her collarbone and stomach before coming to her hips.

Purple ghosts. “Fuck me, these are so adorable.” Her collection of Halloween undergarments never failed to make me smile. I kissed one of her hip bones, and then the other. “You drive me crazy, Willow.”

She hummed in response as I slowly peeled her panties off, nipping her inner thighs as I went.

“Come here,” I said, laying down and patting my chest. “I want you to sit on my face.”

Willow scrambled to sit on my chest, her thighs parted around me.

“Are you sure?” She looked concerned, like she didn’t know that I would die without this. That I’d been thirsty for her taste only.

“Mhm. Let me taste that sweet pussy, baby. I want you to come all over my mouth.”

“O-kay,” she said, and I helped guide her up to my mouth, my hands on the outside of her thighs as she settled her cunt over my lips.

With the first slide of my tongue against her wet folds, her hands darted out to hold on to the headboard.

“Oh,” she cried. Her legs were squeezing against my head, my nose pressed against her clit as she rode my face, and with each flick of my tongue inside of her, she moved in earnest, rocking her hips as I licked up every drop of her.

I kept up my pace, those slow languid licks, even as her hips moved faster, and I could feel how close she was getting, the tiny tremors of pleasure that ran through her.

There was nothing I wanted more than to feel her orgasm on my tongue, so I didn’t stop. Even as she cried my name. As her thighs tightened their grip.

Let go, I coaxed her. Come for me, little witch. I added my thumb to her clit, rubbing it in circles as I kept fucking her with my tongue.

My girl didn’t hold back. And when she came, body shuddering, her insides squeezing around my tongue, it was better than anything I’d ever imagined.

And so was the realization that I didn’t want to do this with anyone else. Never again. Because Willow was mine. Her intoxicating coffee and vanilla scent had crept into my veins, and I couldn’t get her out. Didn’t want to get her out.

I wanted to feast on her taste for the rest of my life. One human lifetime wasn’t enough. I needed more.

This may have started because of the bond I sensed between us, but I knew the truth now. I’d felt it creeping up on me over the last week, but there was no doubt in my mind as she let go for me.

I was an idiot to think anything else could have been the cause.

Guiding her body off of my face after the aftershocks of her orgasm had subsided, I gave her a smirk. “You taste so damn good, baby.”

Her cheeks were pink—maybe from her orgasm—but I liked how my words affected her.

Willow leaned down to kiss me, not hesitating, even knowing that she’d taste herself on my lips.

Fuck, but that was hot.

She perched herself on my torso, each one of her strong thighs positioned against my legs, and I could feel her wetness pooling there as her tongue battled mine.

It made me even more eager to bury myself in her. Feeling how ready she was. How eager she was to take my cock.

“Fuck,” I muttered as she pulled away, biting my lower lip as she disconnected our lips. I was painfully hard—something she’d be aware of soon, if she couldn’t already feel my hardness pressed against her ass. “Need you,” I panted. My hands went to her hips, loving the way her body felt in my hands.

Would I ever be able to get over it? How perfectly we fit together? How each one of her curves felt like they were made for my hands?

She rocked backwards, rubbing her cute little ass against my cock, and I let out a deep moan.

“Willow—” I warned, but clearly, I hadn’t needed to at all.

Because she picked her hips up, even as I kept my hands on her waist, and positioned herself over me. Ready to spear herself on my cock.

And when Willow guided me inside of her, it was all I could do to squeeze my eyes shut, trying not to blow my load too soon. Being inside of her— fuck, nothing compared.

She splayed her hand over her stomach. “Gods. I can feel you everywhere.”

“Feels like you were made for me, little witch.” The truth came spilling out from my lips. It was true—even if I hadn’t meant to say it yet. But the pieces fit. We… fit.

I let Willow set the pace, moving back and forth on my cock, feeling the way her body jolted each time her clit hit the base of my shaft.

“Damien, I—I can’t,” she cried. “I’m going to come.”

Yes. Yes. Give me everything, I agreed, watching her tits bounce as she lost herself in the sensations.

“Tell me you’re mine,” I commanded, needing to hear the words. Needing to know that what I felt was true—real.

“I’m yours,” she agreed, rolling her hips as she rode me. “All yours. Only yours.”

“Mine,” I repeated, grabbing her neck to bring it down to me so I could fuse our mouths together. My hips thrust up to meet hers, and I could feel the way she was clenching down around me. So close.

Fuck, I loved kissing her. I didn’t think I’d ever tire of taking her mouth. She tasted sweet, and I could still detect a hint of the pumpkin pie she’d eaten earlier.

I fucking loved her addiction to pumpkin.

Maybe I just plain loved her.

But it was too soon to tell her that. This was too new. And I certainly wasn’t some fool of a human who would blurt it out during sex.

“Damien,” she cried. “I need?—”

That was what unleashed the beast inside of me, and I couldn’t hold back any longer. I used my hold on her waist to help her move—up and down, up and down, each slide of her against my cock, providing me with another moan.

My shadows curled possessively around her body, pressing up against practically every erogenous zone. Her throat, a light squeeze. Her nipples, that sucking sensation I knew drove her crazy. And one pressed against her back hole, nothing more than a finger’s press, but she cried out. I used my powers like hands, cupping her breasts, squeezing them, even as I helped her ride me, watching her bounce on my cock. Her breasts moved with the motion, and I was in awe as I watched her.

Willow’s head fell back as her eyes shut. It’s too much, she sobbed into my mind.

You can take it, I soothed, my hips moving in time with hers as we worked together. Giving her everything she’d asked for—everything she needed. Eyes open, I added, nuzzling my forehead against hers. “Want to watch you come,” I murmured.

She came without warning, a squeeze around my cock, like she wanted to milk me dry. I was so deep—basically pressed up against her womb, and somehow, the idea of that made me tip over the edge.

Of painting her insides with my cum. Filling her up.

She’d asked me to that first night, and, like a fool, I couldn’t resist. Something about knowing she would fall asleep with my cum dripping out of her made me feral. Weak. Uncontrollable.

I could feel the telltale signs of my own release—my balls tightened, and I held Willow in place, with me buried to the hilt inside of her—as I spilled every last drop.

And even when we’d collapsed on the bed—boneless and spent—I didn’t pull out of her.

“Mmm,” Willow murmured sleepily, curling against me. “I think you’ve ruined me for anyone else, Damien.”

That was the idea, baby, I thought, but I didn’t say it out loud.

I just wrapped my arms around her and fell into a deep sleep.

* * *

I woke up with sweat dripping down my back, pulse racing. Willow laid next to me, the sheets tugged up her body as she dozed peacefully.

Ripping the sheets from my body, I launched myself out of the bed, silently slipping out of the room. Something was suffocating me, and all I knew was I needed to get out of there, needed air, needed space, needed?—

In the kitchen, I guzzled down a glass of water.

Why was it bothering me so much? But I knew why. Even if it wasn’t real.

Closing my eyes, all I could see was red . Blood. They’d…

“Are you okay?” Willow wrapped her arms around my bare torso. “I heard you get up.” She’d pulled a robe on, the soft fabric brushing against my skin in a warm embrace.

No. No, I wasn’t okay. When I turned to her, I knew my face looked pained.

“Just a bad dream,” I murmured, burying my face in her hair. Inhaling her scent.

Reminding myself that she was here.

And nothing was going to happen to her. I’d make sure of that.

“What happened?” Her voice was quiet as she rubbed the muscles in my back—soothing, like she could get rid of all my tension just from her touch. My magical fucking girl.

I shook my head against her hair. “I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Damien…” Her hands moved down to my lower back. “You can talk to me, you know. I’m here for you.”

I heaved out a sigh. “It’s not…”

How would she understand? I couldn’t even figure out my own irrational fears and worries, and trying to explain them to her? Impossible.

Especially when there was so much I was still keeping from her. But I’d tell her soon. All of it. The truth about us.

Right now, I just wanted to hold her. To remind myself that she was here. That this was real. No matter what would come in the future, I had this.

When I made eye contact with her, she looked up at me with such bright eyes. So hopeful. So curious.

Why wasn’t I letting her in?

“I’m scared,” I said, my voice so low it was essentially a whisper.

“Of what?” Her arms tightened around my back as she hugged my chest.

Losing you. I couldn’t say it out loud, so I said it into her mind instead.

“Oh.” Willow’s sweet voice slipped out.

Not wanting to go another minute without holding her, I wrapped my arms around her thighs, lifting her up so I could carry her back into the bedroom, just like that. Willow wrapped her legs around me, clinging on like a baby bear.

She didn’t unwrap her arms from around my back even as I sat on the bed.

“Little witch,” I murmured, running my hands through the silky strands of her hair. “You have to let go now.”

“Uh-uh.” Her lips curled up into a smile. “You’re always taking care of me. Let me take care of you for once. Till your dream goes away.”

I didn’t think it ever would, but I wouldn’t tell her that.

“Okay.” I wouldn’t argue with her when I loved the way she snuggled against me.

Like she was mine.

After we’d gotten comfortable on the bed, Willow curled up next to my body once again.

Laying her head on my shoulder, she traced circles over my bare chest. “Why don’t you tell me about your family?”

“Hm?”

Of everything she could have asked… Did she even know how close that hit to home?

“You never talk about them,” she said sadly. “Or your mom. Not really. I want to know everything about you, Damien.”

I’d opened my mouth to tell her that wasn’t true, that I talked about them, but I couldn’t deny it. And knowing what was between us, what I felt for her… I didn’t want to hold it in anymore.

So I started talking. I told her about my mom, and how she’d been my favorite person in the entire world. How when she’d died, leaving me alone with my father and half-brother, there had been a vacancy that could never quite be filled. A hole in my heart.

One she’d filled.

How I wished my mom could have met Willow. Seen what an amazing woman she was.

I left out the blood.

I could still feel it against my fingers. Hear my voice screaming out for help. But the memory of my mother’s death was being overwritten with my dream about Willow’s.

And even so… I didn’t stop. I told her about growing up in the demon realm. Training to fight in my father’s battles. Serving as his right-hand man. King of the Demons.

And, later, being relegated to an over-glorified errands boy. Serving my brother, the Crown Prince. Who’d take over for our father one day, after he found his bride.

Long after she’d fallen asleep, I still kept holding her, stroking her hair, mystified that out of every person in this world, she was the one chosen for me.

I love you, I thought to myself alone, cradling her body into mine.

* * *

I tugged at the collar of my costume for the town’s Halloween party. The damn thing itched my neck, and I still couldn’t figure out how I’d let Willow convince me to dress up like this.

The truth was, all it took was one flash of those green eyes, and I’d cave every time.

So she’d dressed us up—in Victorian-style costumes, as a Vampire and a Witch.

“You can put those pointy teeth to use,” my witch teased me, her thumb running over a sharp canine.

“I think you just want to find out what it feels like when I bite you,” I teased her back.

Her cheeks pinked. “Maybe.”

I purred in response. I wanted to claim her. To see my mark on her neck.

Everything felt so right. I knew I could no longer keep denying the truth. How much I loved her. Why we fit together so perfectly. Why everything with her was more .

But it also terrified me to admit it. To say the words. What if she didn’t want that? Every time I’d tried to bring up what we were, she’d brushed me off. Had she only ever been looking for this? Something casual?

My deadline was looming. I’d asked my brother for an extra month. Not even being the son of the Demon King could deny what was next.

The fates had foretold that the next demon king would marry a great witch. I was sent here to do just that. To find Zain’s consort— his fated mate—not a woman to call my own. Perks of being the illegitimate son of the current Demon King, I supposed. I was forced to serve Zain’s bidding. Like finding him a wife in this accursed place was anything short of easy. But of all the demons, I had the easiest time blending in. Being unnoticed.

Passing as human. Four months had passed since my brother had sent me to the human realm searching for his bride.

Despite my little roadblock—I’d found her, to my worst horror.

Because the witch who was fated to sit by my brother’s side… was none other than Willow’s sister. Luna .

Time was running out.

The worst part was I knew Willow didn’t belong with me, anyway. She was too bright and beautiful to go back to my world of darkness. This place—this town of witches—it was where she belonged. I could feel it. Though that didn’t stop me from wanting her.

I couldn’t believe that she’d been here for twenty-eight years and I hadn’t known that she was here. That she existed at all. But… in all my years of life, I’d hardly come to the human realm. I’d never expected to find my mate here.

“There’s my handsome demon,” my girl beamed, coming to stand by my side and sliding her arm around my waist.

“Hi, Wil,” I murmured before dropping a kiss on the top of her head.

“Hi.” Her eyes lit up. She’d curled her hair, letting it fall down around her in waves, and an old-fashioned witch hat sat on top. My witch looked perfect, down to the little star earrings and her striped stockings.

I was obsessed. I couldn’t wait to take them off of her later.

“You look beautiful. I love this.” I fiddled with the cape that was tied around her neck.

She giggled. “It’s not too much?”

I groaned. “That would be impossible. Nothing you do could ever be too much.”

“Oh.” Her cheeks pinked.

How did I get her to understand I meant every word? I brushed a hair away from her face before playing with her earring. “You look stunning. It’s so you. I can’t imagine you being anything less than that.” I dragged a finger down her throat. “I almost don’t want anyone else to see you like this.”

She kissed my cheek. “You’re the sweetest demon I’ve ever met.”

“I’m the only demon you’ve ever met,” I grunted.

“That you know of.”

“And we’re going to keep it that way,” I growled, pinning her in my arms as she laughed.

Kissing her, because if this was all the time we had left, I wanted to savor every bit of it.

Especially if it was all we’d have left.