The Dragon's Bride (A Deal With a Demon 1)

I drag in a breath. “I’m still very sore. You’ll have to be careful.”

“Trust me.”

Just like that, it’s an easy decision. I nod. “Okay.”

Sol sets me on my feet and whisks off the robe. He’s moving too fast for me to help, so I stand there and allow him to push me back onto the bed and guide my legs wide. He stands there for a long moment, staring at me almost as if he’s about to say something, but then he blinks and the moment passes.

He strips out of his pants. God, his cocks are out and look even bigger in the late-morning light than they did last night. I can’t stop the shaky breath as he stalks toward me, but he doesn’t immediately cover me with his body.

He sinks onto the bed and wraps one giant hand around my thigh. Sol jerks me closer until I’m nearly in his lap and drags his tongue along my calf and presses my foot to his shoulder. The position leaves me obscenely open. I’m not quite so far gone as to do more than shake as he stares at my pussy. “Sol, I think—”

“I won’t hurt you.” His voice sounds different. His gaze doesn’t move as he reaches with his free hand to the container Ramanu left. He lifts the lid with a practiced flick of his thumb, and a soothing scent fills the room. I don’t recognize it, but it reminds me of the lotions and bath bombs that promise a “spa experience.”

His claws snick away, and he dips one massive finger into the container. The scent gets stronger. I lift my head in time to see him press that finger into me. Sol swirls his finger idly inside me. It makes me flinch on instinct, but I quickly realize the soreness that’s plagued me since we had sex is…gone? “What—”

“The balm isn’t numbing.” He gently saws his finger in and out of my pussy. “It’s specifically formulated by the…” An angry hiss. “By them. It’s healing you.”

Them. The bargainer demons.

Sol withdraws his finger to scoop up a bit more of the balm, and this time, when he presses into me, he does it with two fingers. He watches himself fuck me with his fingers for several beats. I’m helpless to do anything but the same. It feels just as good as the first time he touched me like this. Better even, because he’s already found the spot inside me that makes everything go a little hazy. “Sol.”

“You’re mine, bride.” He moves his hand from my thigh over my waist and up to bracket my ribs, pressing one breast up as if in offering. “My bride to do with as I please. I will fuck you until you can’t take any more, then I will use the balm to heal you and do it again.” The words are harsh, but his touch remains consistent, unraveling me at the seams. “Look at this pretty pussy. So fucking obedient. Wet and needy, just for me.”

My back bows, but he holds me down. It only makes what he’s doing between my thighs hotter. “Yes!”

“Ramanu would fuck you if you gave them half a chance.” He gives that dangerous rattling sound. “They would spear you with their cock and fill up my pussy.”

“No,” I whisper. I shake my head hard against the bedding. “I wouldn’t let them.”

Sol lifts his gaze. “No, you wouldn’t. Do you know why?”

I worry my bottom lip. I can barely move with him holding me immobile, but I try to roll my hips to take his fingers deeper. “Because my pussy is yours.” I sob out my breath. “I’m yours.” In that moment, I almost believe it. Pleasure builds through me in ever-increasing waves.

Then Sol dips down, and his long tongue is at my clit. It’s as if he has some magic that lets him know exactly where to touch, how hard, in what motion. Within seconds, I’m on the edge. “Sol.”

This time, he has no words for me. He’s intent on my pleasure, and that focus tips me right into a back-bowing orgasm. I cry out so loud, I have the distant thought that I’ll be embarrassed about it later.

He doesn’t give me time to ease down like he did in the past. Instead, he withdraws just enough to flip me onto my stomach and urge my hips high. I almost tense up—it’s such a vulnerable position with my cheek against the bedding and my ass in the air—but then his hands are wrapping around my thighs, his claws pricking skin so sensitive that the pain almost feels like pleasure. “There you are,” he murmurs.

He feeds me one of his cocks a rough inch at a time. I thought he was impossibly deep last night, but it’s nothing compared to this position. It feels like he’s splitting me in two. He doesn’t give me much time to adjust, but my body makes way for him. Just like it did last time.