He snorted in amusement and flashed me a pointy grin. "Not unless you consider endless orgasms torture."
I squeaked. "What?"
"I'm only joking. Well, mostly. Only if you want them."
"I don't understand."
Daemen sighed, flicking his tail in irritation. "Miguel, do you still think I made you cum in a public changing room just because we were faking a relationship?"
"Uh... yes?"
"No." He leaned in so his breath ghosted across my lips. "I made you cum because Iwantedto. Because you're my fated mate."
I could barely breathe. My heart writhed.
"Huh?" I asked in a tiny voice. "F-fated?"
"Do you know what that means?"
I'd heard the term before, but always in fiction. Then again, I didn't believe demons existed outside of fiction either—until now.
I rubbed my arm. "It's like, we're destined to be together, right?"
Daemen smiled warmly. "That's it."
How could that be possible? Daemen was so perfect and I was so... not.
But Daemen always made me feel special, despite me thinking the opposite. Even if he was a demon, he'd been nicer to me than any human had ever been. It was part of the reason I'd fallen for him. Alongside the fact that he was funny, sexy, generous, and good to the rest of my family. There wasn't a single thing I disliked about him.
Also, he was a fuckingdemon.That automatically made him cooler than any other alpha on the planet.
"Miguel," he said, tilting my face towards him. "Do you believe me when I say we're fated mates?"
My cheeks felt hot under his cool touch. I felt the graze of his claws against my skin, but they weren't painful or intimidating. They felt nice. I shuddered with anticipation.
"It sounds too good to be true," I admitted. When Daemen frowned, I added, "But... I think I'm willing to take a chance."
"There's a good boy," Daemen purred, sending a shiver down my spine.
A thought suddenly struck me. "Wait. Does that mean everything you've said to me this entire time was real?"
"Oh, absolutely," Daemen said as he flashed a smug grin. "And it waskillingme that you weren't catching on."
I'd been so afraid of rejection that I forced myself to believe Daemen's words and actions were all a guise. Now I felt like a moron. "Sorry, I'm slow."
Daemen smiled as he stroked my cheek. "No matter. You got there in the end. Now, I'm going to kiss you. If you don't feel our spark of being fated mates during this, I might have to rethink eating you."
I laughed as my insides fluttered with excitement. Daemen leaned in slowly, savoring the moment. When his lips brushed against mine, I thought my heart would explode.
It was gushy and overly emotional of me, but tears welled up in my eyes. Kissing Daemen felt so,sogood. Everything in the world was just right, and all the suffering in my life washed away because it had led up to this moment.
When we pulled away, Daemen's appearance was different. He'd hidden away his demonic attributes—however the hell he did that—and looked like a regular human again. When he licked his lips, I noticed his forked tongue was gone.
"Well?" he asked.
"I definitely felt it. My heart's still flipping out," I said breathlessly. "By the way, what happened to your horns and stuff?"
"I put them away. It's harder to sneak around with them out."
