Then I am all but howling. Mal is taking me with fast, powerful thrusts. Dominant and possessive. Strong enough to drive everything else away. All my fear, worry and concern. Every inch of my aching loneliness. It is all scattered. All I can feel is his cock driving into me and the pleasure that invokes.
I am beneath him. He has me. It feels like safety. All he requires is my surrender. In this moment, I am his. Nothing more, nothing less. Just his.
My hips try to move, but he holds me still so he can use me. The speed and strength of his thrusts is moving my entire body. The friction over my rim and sweet spot is incredible. My hole is swollen from his actions, almost numb now, yet paradoxically feeling him so very keenly.
My orgasm is already growing. Brewing like a heavy storm. I’m sobbing. I know when I spill, he will not stop or even slow. He will force another peak from me and it will be exquisite agony.
My body collapses, weak and boneless onto the bed. He holds up my hips and keeps pummeling into me. I’m drooling onto the sheets. My sight has gone. I’m only aware of his cock and the ecstasy it is giving me. He is stretching me wide. Filling me deep. Using me utterly.
Pleasure builds and builds. I am screaming now. My orgasm explodes like a summer storm. A tempest of sudden power. Every muscle of my body clenches and locks as wave after wave of joy soars through me.
The timeless moment swirls around me. Slowly, oh so slowly, my senses come back. I’m panting on the bed. Mal is still inside me and over me, but his magnificent cock is softening. Sweat is all over my skin. I’m full, so very full. Of him, and the nourishment he has given me.
His arm is near my face. My eyes slowly focus. Amongst his twisting tattoos is a set of teeth marks oozing a trickle ofblood.
I bit him. During my peak. Not in fury, in passion. But that will not save me.
My stomach fills with ice. Terror replaces the blood in my veins. My heart races. I throw him off of me and try to run, but he catches me. I scream and ready my claws, but that will only make things worse.
He holds me tight as I squirm desperately. But the agony doesn’t come. No magic. No silver or holy water. I stop fighting him.
“Hey, Little One. It’s alright. I’m not mad.”
I look up at him. His eyes are sad. I cannot see any rage. I blink. I’m sitting sideways on his lap and he is sitting in his chair. He is holding me tight and pressing me against his manly chest.
He runs a hand through my hair as I stare at him. I’m trembling so hard, I may as well be convulsing.
“I know it wasn’t spite or trying to fight me,” he soothes. “I’m flattered that I pleased you enough that you wished to mark me.”
He gives me a grin, flashing his white teeth.
How does he understand me so well? This man is a mystery. Nobody should know this much about demons. It should be alarming, and perhaps unbroken me would have found it so, but all I feel is grateful.
He pushes my head down to rest on his pec and he continues stroking my hair while making soothing noises.
I take a big shuddery breath. Maybe everything is going to be alright?
“I won’t let anyone hurt you anymore,” he whispers softly.
The words tingle along my skin and seep into my soul, where they cause a dull ache. How I wish they were true. Mal might mean them, right now, in this heated moment. But he will change his mind. And even if by some miracle he doesn’t, I don’t believe anyone in the world has the power to keep what he is promising.
The fates hear my thoughts and laugh, for just as I finish pondering my lament, the door to the basement flies open. Mybody jumps off of Mal’s lap and scurries up onto the ceiling before my mind has processed what is happening.
It is Carter, Lello’s mate. He has a sword and he is shouting at Mal. Mal is standing calmly, but with balls of magic in his hands, ready to defend himself. And me. I swallow tightly.
A stream of other people run in. I recognize Red and Pink. And Red’s boyfriend, the healer Brodie. There is also a beautiful young half-blood fey. His name is Jade and he was in the harem too, some hidden part of my mind informs me.
Red lifts up Mal’s bed. Jade and Pink investigate the kitchen and the bathroom. What is going on? I concentrate on everyone’s words, and my heart sinks.
Lello is missing. Carter panicked and thought Mal and I had him, but now everyone is realizing that he has been stolen.
This is awful. I drop down from the ceiling and stand beside Mal. He puts his arm around me and I lean in.
Lello is wonderful, adorable and kind. I cannot let anything happen to him. He suffered enough in the harem. I need to help save him. I listen as they discuss what to do. They think his herd might have taken him back to their loch in Scotland. Everyone is offering to help.
I lean a little closer to Mal, attempting to signal my desire to go. The final decision is his, I know this. But I want him to understand that I am willing.
“We are coming,” says Mal to the group.
