Page 96 of Vipers and Vendettas

‘Yes,’ she moans.

I smile wickedly even though her eyes are closed, and she can’t see it. I denied myself for so long. I was foolish and couldn’t see past the end of my nose as usual. Again, I missed what was right in front of me. The mate we’ve been desperately trying to find. If only we’d seen it two years ago somehow. How different might things have gone?

I don’t wait. I didn’t want this to be so quick, but it has to be. I slide my fingers out of her and listen to her mewl for them as I lick them clean, and then I give her what she really wants.

‘Get on all fours,’ I order and grin as she complies quickly. I plunge into her from behind, covering her mouth with my hand as she cries out and braces herself on the shelf at the side of the reading nook.

I rut her hard and fast, thrusting as deeply as I can.

‘You like this, don’t you?’ I murmur in her ear. ‘You love being used by the big, bad demon you stole from.’

Her moaned ‘yes’ is my undoing.

It’s not often I lose control, but when I do,I really do.

I caress down her back and grip her hip, looking down the pleasing curve of her arse. I lick my thumb and ease it into her back passage, laughing darkly as she squeals but stays exactly where she is, little mewling sounds coming from deep inside her.

‘That’s it,’ I say. ‘You’re going to come very soon, aren’t you, pet?’

She looks back at me with wide eyes, her pupils blown, lust having taken over completely. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say she was in the throes of a lull, but she’s not. She’s much too feisty for that. Her hips push backward with my every thrust, making sure she takes me as deeply as she possibly can. Her low cries and whimpers fill the room, even with my hand over her mouth. I remove it, wanting to hear her scream her release.

But she covers her mouth with one of the cushions in the reading space, using it to muffle the nonsensical, inaudible words that she’s uttering.

‘Please,’ she whimpers into it.

I want to hear her. I whisk the pillow from her with a snarl, and my hand draws into her hair, disrupting her ponytail as I pull her backward, arching her towards me and taking her harder. She cries out my name, and it echoes through the room. I roar my release loudly, making sure my pleasure is heard throughout the house.

I hear a slow clap and turn with a grin to see Daemon watching us from a chair by the fire, a glass of port in his hand.

‘Bravo,’ he drawls. ‘I’d ask for an encore, but I think I’d rather be part of the next act.’

He puts his phone down on the table. ‘Thanks for the picture, by the way,’ he says as he comes closer.

I pull out of Jules and kiss the swell of her rump.

‘You didn’t feed from me, did you pet?’

‘I don’t know,’ she says with a frown.

I don’t show my concern, but I share a look with Daemon. It’s important that she feeds, more so now because of the baby. We do it automatically when we’re hungry, but if she isn’t, it could be a problem. ‘I think you’d know it if you did,’ I murmur. ‘How about Daemon and I show you together, hmm?’

She sits in the nook, covering herself with her hands, looking oddly bashful. I glance at Daemon, and my eyebrows rise. ‘You haven’t?—’

‘No, not yet.’

He grins. ‘I was waiting for the right moment, but I guess you’ve forced my hand. My room, or yours?’

I give Daemon a dark smirk. ‘Mine, for now, I think.’

I peer into the reading nook. ‘Up for some more fun, darling?’

She looks from me to Daemon, a small frown making her forehead pucker.

‘You need to feed,’ I say, ignoring her uncertainty, ‘and if you haven’t already, then maybe you need us to show you.’

‘I’ve survived this long,’ she says, her eyes still moving between us.

‘But you’ll need more as those symbols disappear,’ I say logically. ‘You need to learn to do it properly.’