“As you wish.”

  He picks up the pace, his thrusts growing more forceful and insistent. The braided texture of his cock rubbing against my inner walls is almost too much, the friction becoming more intense with each movement. Nothing has ever felt this good before. I don’t actually think I am supposed to feel this good.

  “I’m almost all the way in.”

  My breath halts. “Almost?”

  That can’t be true. There’s no room for any more of him. What the hell?

  He chuckles. “Remember those soft barbs at the base, my angel. They are going to make you fly.”

  I gasp as he pushes further, every inch a new sensation. Every ridge and ripple of his cock inside me gives off little sparks. My body is stretched and filled in a way that should not be pleasurable. Yet, somehow, pleasure is all I know.

  I am building toward a really big orgasm, but I feel like I’m having little ones with every thrust now. Appetizer orgasms. Appegasms.

  Then I feel the barbs. The spikes are not sharp, but they add an extra layer of pleasure as he moves, massaging the sensitive flesh around my clit.

  He quickens his pace, his thrusts becoming more urgent. I grab his horns, instinctively pulling him into me. He groans, the sound low and masculine, as he pushes into me. The sensation is overwhelming, and I know I’m close to coming.

  Lucrael growls in approval, picking up speed, his hips bucking as he fills me. “So eager now, aren’t you? Such a good defiled angel you are.”

  His words send a rush of heat straight to my core. Yes, defiled. Yes, absolutely. “More, tell me more.”

  “Oh my little darling slut. You’re a slave to my cock now, aren’t you? You want to be used by your demon, don’t you?”

  “Yes.” I clench around his pistoning length, spiraling higher with each expert thrust.

  “Do you want my cum?”

  “Put a baby in me,” I plead, my body quivering with need.

  Lucrael’s eyes glow, pupils dilating until only a thin rim of crimson remains. “Look at me,” he commands, voice dropping an octave.

  I stare up at him, transfixed by the inferno blazing behind his gaze. His hips snap forward in a punishing rhythm, cock spearing into my slick channel again and again. The pleasure-pain is exquisite, shredding my senses until I can only feel, only want.

  A familiar pressure builds at the base of my spine, molten pleasure coiling tight. I’m so close, hovering at the edge of bliss.

  “Come for me,” he demands. “Come all over this cock, my filthy angel.”

  My entire body clenches, my muscles straining as the tension in my core reaches a breaking point. The orgasm roars through me, my vision exploding into a million golden sparks. Waves of ecstasy flow from my core, showering my body in pleasure.

  He keeps moving inside me, his cock sliding in and out, prolonging my orgasm until I feel like I’m drifting in a sea of bliss. “So beautiful,” he whispers. “The way you come on my cock is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.”

  His voice is like warm honey, thick and sweet. I shiver, his name on my lips a reverent whisper. “Lucrael.”

  I moan as he increases his pace, driving me toward another orgasm. He keeps me riding the high, my body responding to every expert thrust of his hips. I’m not sure I’ve actually stopped coming since we began. My orgasm just keeps changing in intensity.

  Lucrael growls, his thrusts growing more insistent and forceful. I can feel him fighting to hold back, but now I want him to let go. I want to feel him come. I want him to lose control because of me.

  “Lucrael,” I whisper, gripping his horns. “Please.”

  His eyes blaze, the intensity of his gaze like another physical touch that singes me. The muscles in his arms and legs tense. He stops moving, still buried deep within me. His cock swells and pulses deep within my core. He groans, his body tensing as he finally, finally comes.

  White-hot pleasure washes over me, Lucrael’s essence filling me. The pleasure seems to intensify, each pump of his cock sending another wave of heat through me. I reach for his rock-hard ass and pull him closer. As if he might pull out too soon and deprive me of even one drop of my new obsession.

  His cock is still thick and hard inside me, rubbing against my walls. “Come for me,” he murmurs. “I can feel you clenching around me, my angel. Come for me one more time.”

  I grip his horns tighter, shuddering as another orgasm builds deep in my core.

  I think I might die from it.

  Lucrael is still coming. I can feel the pulses of his cock, filling me again and again and again.

  He groans, his hips snapping forward in a deep thrust, his cock pulsing one last time. If I do manage to live through this ecstasy, I can’t guarantee I’ll leave this bed willingly.

  “I claim you. You’re mine now,” he rasps. “Mine to breed, mine to keep.”

  Nine

  Maribelle

  I peel back the foil on the Thanksgiving turkey and inhale the savory scent of rosemary and thyme. My mouth waters.

  I’m pleased with our efforts. I had no idea on Halloween that I would spend Thanksgiving Day making a feast side by side with a demon.

  “Look at that bird, plump and golden brown,” Luc says, coming up behind me. His hands grip my waist, pulling me against his hard body. I lean into him, relishing the warmth radiating off his chest.

  “Perfectly cooked, I’d say.” I turn my head to nuzzle his neck, breathing in the familiar scent of sandalwood soap and something uniquely Luc. “Mmm, smells delicious.”

  His lips brush the curve of my neck and a delicious shiver in my body makes me wiggle my toes. “You’re wet. I can smell you. Let me make you come.”

  “The guests will be here any minute,” I protest halfheartedly. My body betrays me, arching into his touch. I can feel the bulge in his trousers pressing against my backside and I want it.

  Will I ever stop wanting it every minute of the day?

  “We have time.” His hands slide under my shirt, fingers teasing my nipples into hardened peaks.

  I’m going to combust right here in this kitchen. I bite my lip to stifle a moan.

  The doorbell rings, shattering the moment.

  I pull away with an exaggerated sigh. “Saved by the bell.”

  Luc growls, eyes gleaming. “This isn’t over. I’ll have you for dessert.”

  “Maybe I’ll have you for dessert.”

  He grins, a devilish gleam in his eye. “I look forward to it.”

  If only. He teases me with a dessert he won’t let me have yet.

  Lucrael insists on finishing inside my pussy and never in my mouth. He’s so delicious that it’s unfair. He will eat me for hours, but won’t come in my mouth.

  I often clean his cock after we make love. But even that isn’t enough. I want more. I want all of him. I want to feel him twitch and shudder as he comes in my mouth.

  I straighten my clothes and hurry to answer the door, holding the backs of my hands to my flushed cheeks. I throw open the door.

  “Gia!” I hug her. “Happy Thanksgiving.”

  Only one of my girl gang is joining us as my other friends have local family. Gia and I have traditionally spent the holidays together since college.

  She looks around Luc’s penthouse, the first time she’s seen it. “Wow. It’s beautiful. I know you told me it was, but seeing it in person is something else.”

  Luc joins us and is charming as usual. Gia has been his number one fan since Halloween when he pretended to be my boyfriend to make Mark jealous. She liked him more when she saw how well he treats me. Like I’m his queen.

  Which he tells me I am.

  It’s hard for me to believe that Gia can’t see his horns, though. Like...they are right there. How can I be the only one who notices them?

  “You look happy,” Gia tells me. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you this happy.”

  I smile and glance at Luc. He’s watching me with a knowing look in his eyes.

  “We are,” I reply.

  Luc takes my hand and brings it to his lips. “Very happy indeed.”

  “You said your boss, Ms. James, is coming too?” Gia asks, taking a glass of wine from Luc as we sit in the living room.

  I pass on the wine and get a look from both of them. I thought I’d be able to keep my suspicions to myself a little longer. I don’t want to get Lucrael’s hopes up until I know for sure.

  When Gia asked me in the beginning if I was being careful with Luc, I answered that I was. I am careful. I have to be careful or that demon cock would tear me up. That’s not what she meant, and I know it. But I couldn’t tell her that I’m letting my brand-new boyfriend try to knock me up as often as possible. I can’t tell her that the idea of getting pregnant with a “man” I’ve known for less than a month turns me on so much I’m willing to not be logical or smart.

  Just like I can’t tell her that he’s my fated mate or that he’s a demon. These are things I can only talk about with Lucrael.

  “My ex-boss is coming, yes,” I answer Gia. “Evelyn is Luc’s assistant, but I only got to work with her for one day as her assistant.” I glance at Luc. “The CEO here has a strict workplace romance policy.”

  Gia laughs. “Now you have a sugar daddy. That sounds like more fun anyway.”

  “A sugar daddy. I guess I do. It wasn’t my intention. Luc likes to spoil me.”

  Luc kisses the top of my head. “I waited a long time to find my angel. I’m a little possessive of her time.”

  A little? I want to ask. He had me moved into the penthouse less than a week after we met. I wanted to keep working, kind of. But if he’s not at the office, he’s inside my body. There’s not a lot of time for another job when my full time job seems to be getting pregnant.

  And I’ll want to stay home with our child when it happens anyway. Going back to school is an option Luc has floated past me, and I might do that. Getting my master’s degree was a dream I never thought I could afford.

  Evelyn arrives, bringing pies. Since Luc is the son she never had, he usually went to her home for Thanksgiving. But this is the first holiday she’s spent as a widow, so we offered to host this year.

  You know...because demons are known for holiday entertaining.

  I think he only ever went to her house because it was easier than trying to explain why he didn’t want to. He thinks human holidays are odd. Since his children will be half-human, and their mother loves holidays, he’ll just need to get over himself.

  Evelyn does watch me carefully through dinner. She worries that I’m a gold digger, probably. I mean, I worked for half a day before leaving with the CEO, never to return.

  Our small dinner party is a success, the food disappearing amid lively conversation and second helpings for all. I glance at Luc, catching his heated gaze from across the table. A secret smile passes between us, the memory of our interrupted tryst simmering below the surface. The night is still young.

  The guests finally bid their farewells, lingering in the foyer to exchange hugs and wish us a happy Thanksgiving. I close the door behind them with a contented sigh, leaning back against the cool wood.

  Luc is there in an instant, pinning me in place with his body. “Alone at last.” His lips find my neck, teasing the sensitive skin with teeth and tongue, gorging on me.

  I gasp, tilting my head to give him better access. Then he nips me with those fangs.”You weren’t kidding about me being dessert.”

  “Never.” He lifts me easily, my legs wrapping around his waist as he carries me into the living room. The city glimmers below us, a sea of lights stretching endlessly into the distance.

  Luc presses me against the glass, the chill seeping through my clothes. I shiver as his hands slide under my skirt, questing fingers finding my center. “So wet already,” he murmurs against my throat. “You’ve been thinking about this all through dinner, haven’t you?”

  I moan in response, beyond words as he strokes me slowly. The coil of pleasure winds tighter and tighter within me until I’m trembling on the edge of release. Just a little more...

  A diamond catches the light as Luc holds up his other hand, a stunning solitaire ring nestled in the black velvet box. My breath catches in my throat.

  “Marry me.”

  Ten

  Maribelle

  It’s not a question, of course. Lucrael doesn’t ever ask for permission. An apex predator problem.

  “It’s too soon,” I say.

  His demon eyes gleam brighter than any jewel. “It’s not. Marry me.”

  “For someone who claims to think human customs are a silly waste of time—”

  Our lips meet in a searing kiss as he places the ring on my finger. “Marry me,” he repeats.

  The city glimmers below the penthouse windows, a sea of lights stretching endlessly into the night. In this moment, all the world seems to fade away until only Luc and I remain.

  I guess it’s a little silly that I’ve been actively trying to get pregnant for weeks, but think it’s too soon to get married. “Yes,” I say. “I’ll marry you.”

  Luc’s lips find my neck, teasing a slow path up to my ear. “You’re mine now, little angel,” he rasps, littering the floor with our clothes.

  Luc lifts me, pinning me against the penthouse window. “Look at them,” Luc whispers, nodding at the city below. “So blissfully unaware. If only they knew what was happening right above their heads.” His eyes gleam with mischief and longing.

  “I wish they could see us,” I say, reaching my hand around his cock. “I want everyone to know I’m yours. To see how this huge demon cock fills me up and makes me scream.”

  Luc’s eyes flash with pleasure. “And I want them to see how I make you come. How your tight little human pussy milks me dry. Let them watch me breed my little human.”

  As he slides deep inside me, I close my eyes and revel in the sensation. I know they can’t see us, but I imagine the whole city watching as Luc brings me to the edge of ecstasy. His thrusts become faster and faster, pushing me closer and closer to the edge.

  “I will fill you soon. Are you ready for my cum?” he whispers.

  I moan in response, my insides trembling with anticipation. “I crave your cum, Lucrael. I want it inside me all the time.”

  Luc’s eyes blaze with a feral hunger, and he pumps into me harder and faster. “When you are round with my child, you will drink the cum from my cock. I will fill your throat with it until you are overflowing, my naughty angel.”

  My walls clamp down around him, milking and begging for more. His cock swells inside me as I come. With one final thrust, he spills his hot cum deep, so deep.

  We lower to the floor, sated for now. My head rests on Luc’s chest, rising and falling with each of his breaths.

  “In all my years, I have known no other like you, Maribelle. I promise to cherish you for the rest of your days.”

  “Our days, demon.”

  His eyes are solemn, gaze distant. “Immortality to walk this Earth alone is my curse. I’m afraid you will one day go where I cannot follow.”

  I try to picture Luc unchanged while I grow old and wither away. Panic claws at my chest, and I scramble to sit up.

  “I’m going to die,” I whisper. “You’re going to watch me die.”

  “Yes,” he says sadly.

  “You told me that losing a fated mate is like tearing out a still-beating heart.”

  “Yes,” he repeats.

  “So you will mourn me forever? How is that fair? Why did you look for your human mate for so long when you knew that after you found me and lost me, you’d be worse off than before?”

  Tears spill down my cheeks as I look at the man who has become my whole world. How could I ever leave him? How can I condemn him to an eternity of grief and loneliness?

  “And our children?” I ask. “Will they be immortal like you? Or will they be human like me?”

  “I don’t know. The prophecy was vague on those kinds of details.”

  A sob catches in my throat. Tonight was supposed to be a celebration of new beginnings, but instead, I glimpse the ending waiting for us at the end of this road.

  Luc holds me close, his arms wrapped around me like iron bands. I listen to the steady beat of his heart, a rhythm as ageless as time itself.

  After a long moment, I ask in a hushed tone. “Is there a way?”

  “What do you mean?”

  “Can you make me like you? Bite me or something?” I ask. Though he’s done that countless times already. Marking me as his, he says. “Can you make me immortal, so we could be together forever without fear of death coming between us?”

  An eternity is a long time, long enough to grow weary of life and long for an end that will never come. It’s not something I even think I want for myself.

  “I’m not a vampire,” he answers.

  “Are vampires real too?”

  He chuckles. “You do not want to meet one. Trust me.”

  “I don’t want you to mope around for eternity, either.” I sigh. I don’t want to waste any more of our time together with secrets. “I’m late.”

  “Late for what? I thought you told me you don’t participate in the late-night Black Friday traditions.”

  “I don’t. My period is late.”

  Lucrael goes still then pulls me impossibly closer. “I suspected when you didn’t take the wine at dinner. How do you feel?”

  “Cautiously optimistic? I don’t want to get too far ahead of myself. I was going to wait to tell you until I was sure.”

  He kisses my forehead and pulls me into his lap, cradling me in his arms. “I’ve spent centuries mourning a future that would never be. Yet, here you are.”

  “I might not be pregnant. I’m just a couple days late.”

  “Then let’s try again, just in case.”

  “You can’t be ready yet...”

  Lucrael puts my hand on his already hard cock. “I assure you I can.” He moves out from under me. “Perhaps I should get you ready, angel.”

 

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