She didn’t answer me with words. Instead my future demon queen launched herself at me, tearing at my clothes in a frantic attempt to get to me.
“Darling, calm down. You can have me whenever you desire, but I was rather fond of that shirt.”
She continued to pluck and pull at my shirt until I was forced to take her wrists in my hands and bodily push her down, holding them high above her head.
“Someone is in a hurry all of a sudden.”
Her hips rolled upward, searching for me as a whine escaped her lips. “Mine.”
She was in quite a state. In fact, it was one I knew of but had never experienced. Demons like her needed to sate the craving for their mates. Their nature insisted on it. AndIwas her mate. She’d said it on pure instinct.
Oh, this was going so much better than I had anticipated. She finally understood what I’d been saying all this time. That meant I could get everything I wanted and more. I’d make my antichristandhave my queen at my side.
And here I’d thought I’d jinxed myself. I should have known better than to doubt.
Holding her wrists with one hand, I brought my other down to caress her cheek.
“Do you want me, Merri?”
“Yesss,” she practically growled, writhing against me.
I leaned forward to run my nose along the length of hers. “Do you need me?”
She rocked her hips up, trying to dislodge me, but I kept her locked in place.
“Answer me, darling.”
Her hand slipped between us, and she grabbed my swollen cock through my damp trousers, squeezing possessively. “Yes.”
“Then take me.”
Eyes black as pitch still somehow flashed with excitement as I allowed her to roll us so she sat astride me.
She was already bare beneath her microscopic nightie. Her heat practically seared me.
Fuck, this was already so much better than I’d hoped.
In one swift move, she tore the scrap of lace and silk up over her head, flinging it behind her. Before I could make a move to free myself, her nails turned into black-tipped claws, and she shredded the fabric into ribbons.
I jerked away from her hands. “Careful with those, sweetheart. You’ve left me fragile.”
Holding up my still-bleeding palm, I grinned as she turned her focus to the line of crimson. She reached for me, grabbing me by the wrist and guiding my hand to her chest. If I weren’thard as stone already, I would have been as my blood stained her skin in a long line from sternum to cunt.
“You look perfect bathed in my blood.”
She bared her teeth, petite demon fangs visible now. Oh, how I wanted her to mark my skin as I took her. I’d had countless lovers in my long life, but none that I’d let claim me in such a way. I wanted her to be the first.
The only.
Wrapping my hand in her long locks, I tugged her head down, pressing her lips against the skin I wanted her to mark. It wouldn’t scar—actually, maybe it would. My angelic powers were still diminished, so this was uncharted territory for me.
My cock jerked at the idea of a permanent reminder of Merri.
“Claim me, my pretty succubus. Bite down while I fuck you full of me.”
Letting out a little growl, she did as I asked. The sting of pain was blissfully acute, and I sheathed myself inside her in one perfect upward thrust.
Taking her hips in my hands, I moved her along my shaft, setting the pace I desired. But my greedy succubus did not like the slow, deep thrusts and kept trying to take control. She rolled her pelvis aggressively, attempting to place her feet on either side of my hips for leverage so she could move faster, but I was having none of it. I was in control, even if she thought she was topping me.
