A snarl I couldn’t contain thundered from inside my chest.
“Are you hungry, Mr. Snarls?” she teased. Her mouth hovered close to my ear, whispering like we were sharing secrets before the naughty thing withdrew, arms looped around my shoulders and a saucy grin giving her thoughts away.
Said in that seductive Desert Roseland lilt, I couldn’t hate that blasted nickname Blade tossed around all week. The traitor in my trousers made quite sure of that. It throbbed in fierce bloody agreement, much too happy to be called something demoralizing because it was a shameless bastard who liked how her eyes sparkled when she used it.
I snarled again, not thinking, and her tinkling laughter suddenly made it not seem so bad. I’d still beat the shite out of Blade anytime he used it, or any other person for that matter, but if it made her laugh like that, I didn’t mind it. Might even come to like it.
“I’ll take that as a yes, big guy. Now show me where the bed is,” she commanded as if she’d been the one leading a dragon army for decades. And fuck me, I was the poor bastard who’d do her bidding as long as it meant I could kiss her, touch her, and bury my head between those golden thighs.
With her giggles in my ear, I swept across the floor like a dragon possessed. When she was laid out on the only bed in the room, I forced the skirt of her dress higher, revealing sun-kissed flesh. Her legs fell open, welcoming me the way they had in the countless dreams that plagued me night after night. She didn’t hesitate, didn’t act coy. This little beast asserted her confidence in what she wanted.
Another growl fled me before I was between her thighs, submerged in her citrus and floral scent. Her breath was sharp as my nose trailed over her lace thong and thick, collecting slick. Absolute bliss washed over me before I tore the fabric and devoured her cunt like promised.
Maze’s hand was in my hair, gripping a handful. “Gods, Onyx,” she half-moaned, half-whispered. “That feels so good. Is it meant to feel this fucking good?”
Bloody hell, the mouth on this female was going to make an absolute fool out of me.
I teased her slit with my tongue, watching from between her thighs as I worked her clit. Her chest pushed out a little in surprise. “Only if it’s done right, love.”
She sucked in another sharp breath, thighs quaking. Her hips moved in subtle rolls as she pleasured herself on my mouth. Moans and stuttered gasps fled my little beast, the tension building, her desperate need for release guiding her movements.
I couldn’t get enough of this wanton thing chasing her own pleasure without an ounce of shame. Demanding it. Taking it. It was bloody maddening how hard I was after only a few minutes of lapping up her delicious taste and worshipping her sweetcunt. The more I devoured her, the stronger my conviction that she was mine.
Gods help any man or beast who thought they could take her from me now.
My tongue worked her over—teasing, licking, sweeping every spot that put Maze into a moaning and gasping madness. Her whispered curses told me when I did something she liked. Her sharp, surprised gasps marked every sensitive spot, and her thighs clenched and quivered violently when she got close. But she’d called me a demon, so I would be.
I edged her. I kept her from going over that pleasurable ledge. I drove her close but slowed or stopped altogether before she got what she wanted. When she finally noticed, her wild growl of frustration made my own painful need worth it.
She might not have the strength I had, but when Maze wanted something, no man or beast could stop her. I was already on my back with the gorgeous Rebel straddling my head.
The look she pinned me with was the sexiest yet. Triumphant, daring, and full of authority. Then she was moving, using my mouth for her own pleasure. She took control and danced over my face to claim her much-deserved orgasm, and it was bloody mesmerizing.
I sliced her dress to pieces with my claws, and it fluttered around us like weightless petals in the wind. My hands glided across her curves, committing each one to memory, before teasing the hardened tips of her soft-pink nipples. She rocked over my tongue as I sucked and licked her cunt. I touched every part of her naked beauty—breasts, waist, thighs—and they were as soft and as perfect as I thought they would be.
An orgasm finally shuddered across her gorgeous figure. A breathless moan fled her mouth as her head fell back and her moon-white hair washed over her shoulders. Her legs locked around my head as she rode out the pleasurable assault, morebeautiful than anything I’d ever witnessed. Like in the sky, my Moon Beast wasn’t afraid to embrace the blissful storm, and I was captivated all over again.
I seized the moment, getting the quivering thing on her back again. I tore my clothes off as if the very sight of them offended me and slickened my length with a swipe of the wetness between her legs. Her sensuous moans carried my hips forward.
I didn’t wait, didn’t stand on ceremony, barely breathed for longer than a half second before I drove into her hard and fast. Her tight, wet heat welcomed every inch, constricting and swallowing my cock like she’d been crafted specially for me.
“Oh, fuck,” she cursed when my hips slapped into the back of her thighs. Her hand grabbed hold of one of my horns, stroking it before tugging me closer with a shaky exhale.
I angled her legs and lifted her off the bed so I could push deeper. “This pretty little cunt was made for me, little beast. Say it,” I demanded on a husky snarl, two words from absolutely feral.
Her breathing startled to a halt. “Made for you.”
I growled, fighting the urge to fuck her. Despite how desperately I wanted to slam my partially transformed cock into her over and over until my name was the only word she knew how to say, I stopped and pinned my female with a look of a beast who’d accept nothing less than everything she had to give. “Again, Maze. Say it exactly how I did.”
Her lips tilted, light eyes sparkling. “This pretty little cunt was made for you, Onyx.” Her arms snaked around my shoulders, coaxing me closer so her mouth was next to my ear. “It would be such a shame not to fuck what’s yours, wouldn’t it, Mr. Snarls?”
The bloody cheek…
Her cute giggling was cut short by my unforgiving thrusts. I no longer had any mercy or control left to spare. I’d fuck her the way I needed to. The rut demanded it. I needed to engravemyself into her body and fill her with my scent so no male would question whether or not she was mine.
Tomorrow it'd be undeniable. If they challenged her, it would be a direct challenge to the leader of the Sky Demons—an act of war with my scent inside her. No one would be able to claim otherwise, and I welcomed the war my little beast brought.
Anything done in her name was a worthy cause.
