I rolled my eyes. “You’re good looking but I think I can manage.”
“Good looking, wow, easy on the compliments. My ego can’t take it.”
I scowled. “You know you’re attractive. Now, just tell me what to do.”
He hovered over me, his body was rock solid his eyes had turned red. “Try not to scream.”
“You reall
y, really need to work on your bedside manner,” I hissed.
He just shrugged. “Demon. But I can get Cassius if you prefer angel?”
Something in me shouted no. I found myself shaking my head. “No, it needs to be you.”
His face softened. “Don’t worry human, it’s just a bite, and Cassius knows how to draw out the poison.”
Every muscle in my body tensed, readied me to flee. “Poison?”
“Skipped that did I?” He winced. “Demon bites don’t heal… well. But we have a goddess and an angel, you’ll make it, and I won’t curse you.”
“Was there a time where you were going to?” I asked, unable to keep a note of hysteria from my voice, earning me a rough laugh from the gorgeous man straddling me.
“No,” he said in a clear voice. “Never.”
“Okay.” I licked my lips. “I trust you.”
“You shouldn’t.” He sighed in annoyance, “Yet here we are. Never thought I’d see the day when a human tells the Demon King she trusts him.”
“And yet,” I said sarcastically, as I repeated his words back at him, “here we are.”
“Yes.” His eyes roamed my face, landed on my lips, and stayed there as he rasped. “Here we are.”
I turned my head and felt his slight movement as his lips grazed down my neck. They felt warm, and that heat increased with each kiss I felt tongue, soft and wet, and then something sharp scraped down my skin.
“Stop teasing your meal,” I said in a shaky voice.
“Oh, I don’t drink blood to survive,” he whispered in my ear. “I eat the body and the soul, no leftovers. The blood just tells me information I need.”
“Thanks for clarifying.”
“Monster,” he reminded me. “Now hold still.”
I squeezed my eyes shut as his fangs punctured the left side of my neck, the pain wasn’t unbearable, but it wasn’t pleasant either. I held my scream in as his lips drew up against my skin and sucked.
I thought I knew pain.
I was wrong.
This wasn’t just pain this was desolation, this was emptiness, and in an instant, my back arched against the bed as the bite took a turn I wasn’t expecting.
I hooked my legs behind his body, plastering him against me as his weight pressed me against the mattress, every inch of him covered me suffocated me until I wanted to be consumed by him, wanted to ask if he needed the other side too, the rest of my body.
All of me.
A moan escaped my lips as he growled against my skin, his hands moving to cup my face as his mouth left my neck and found mine.
His kiss tasted like cedar and smoke, my lips were burning from the inside out as his tongue slid inside.