Page 19 of Wulver's Flame

Why?

“Mine,” he growled, claiming my lips.

I gasped against his lips, but the fire between my legs made me part my lips. I tasted his mead-sweetened lips, flicking my tongue out until his chest rumbled. His lips crushed mine, and his tongue stabbed, toyed, devoured.

So warm, wet and sweet.

Then he slowed.

Panting against my slick lips.

When he pulled back, two golden eyes burned down at me.

Demon eyes, not human.

I tried to keep my eyes open, but my lids were too heavy and my breathing was too slow.

The world drifted.

I was right.

He was a demon.

The battle was lost.

Darkness followed.

???

My head was heavy. My eyes, heavier.

The second tankard had been a terrible idea.

His lips had been all over me.

I gasped.

The golden demon eyes.

I jerked upright. The chain rattled with me.

He wasn’t in the room.

And I still wore my dress.

Relief sighed out of me—until I felt it.

Wet.

Between my legs.

What in the name of the Morrígan was this?

The bare-chested demon returned before I could throw the covers off.

“What did you do to me?” I snapped, wincing as my head throbbed.

He rolled his eyes.