He laughed. “You like that.”
My cheeks burned, but he was right. This was Samael at his most dominant, and I reveled in that dominance.
Heat lashed across my ass, and I let out a sound somewhere between a groan and a yelp at the feel of his hand on my skin. “Again,” I demanded.
“Tell me,” he said silkily, spanking me once more.
“I’m yours,” I moaned, my body trembling as my climax tore through me. Samael growled behind me, continuing to thrust, his hand pinching my nipple and drawing out my pleasure until I was limp.
And he was still hard within me.
“We’re not done,” he purred, still thrusting steadily, his hand slipping down to my clit.
I opened my mouth to insist I was too sensitive, but a strangled groan left my throat, and my demon let out a rough laugh as his fingers danced along my slick core.
“Who do you belong to?” Samael growled, and I could hear in his voice that he was close, too.
“You,” I gasped out, and the hand around my throat slid to my breast, tweaking my nipple while his other clever hand circled my clit.
“Come for me, little witch.”
This time, when the pleasure overtook me, I couldn’t make a sound, my teeth snapping together as my hands clutched at the fabric of the chair beneath me.
Samael thrust into me with a low growl, his arms coming around me as he gasped into my ear, both of us silent for a long moment as we came back to ourselves.
My eyes had slid closed at some point. When I opened them, we were lying on a bed identical to the one in Samael’s penthouse, and my demon was slowly stroking my hair as he dropped kisses over my face.
“Forgive me.”
“There’s nothing to forgive, Samael.” In fact, I’d have to insist we did that again. There was something to be said for angry sex. “But let’s talk about this.”
I felt him nod, but his body was tense beneath mine.
“I bonded Pischiel tousas part of a deal I made with him,” I said carefully.
I explained Pischiel’s train of thought, and Samael listened carefully. When I finished, he was silent for a few moments, slowly stroking my hair while he was deep in thought.
“He wants to prevent me from killing him.”
“Yeah. I explained that you absolutely would not do such a thing, and he informed me that you were likely to be having a little problem with control.”
“A little problem with control,” he repeated, and I grinned. Relief unfurled its wings in my chest at his dry tone. Because Pischiel was right. Samaelwasfinding it difficult to hold on to his control. And when a demon as powerful as Samael lost that control, people died.
“I know how difficult it’s been,” I said. “I experienced it first-hand while you were turning to ash in that bed. Andmyonly true enemy was time. But Pischiel’s reasoning made sense, Samael. You’d regret it if you killed him. Sure, he was raised by Lucifer, but, in spite of that, there’s good inside him. And now he’s loyal to you.”
Samael’s chest rumbled. “He’s loyal toyou, Danica. But that is also acceptable. I can feel the bond, and you’re correct. It will prevent me from killing him without prior thought.”
My lips twitched at the “without prior thought” stipulation. “Do I need to make sure Pischiel is hidden away when you get here?”
“No. If he’s willing to bond to you, he’s willing to die for you. I’d prefer for him to be clamped to your side until I arrive. If all else fails, he’ll be useful as cannon fodder.”
I poked him in the side. “Very funny.”
“I wasn’t joking.”
We were quiet for a long time. Finally, Samael spoke, his voice drowsy. “I was jealous,” he admitted. “He gets to see you. To be there for you when you’re scared or sad. He gets to hear your voice. To watch you plan your vengeance. And yet I can’t help but be grateful to him for everything he’s done so far to protect you.”
My possessive demon. “Being able to see you in our dreams is the only thing that has kept me going. Without you, I would have given up.”
