It’s flying on massive, black, bat-like wings, heading straight towards me.
Please faint, I beg myself.Please, please, please. Just pass out… now. But I remain agonizingly conscious. As soon as I can make out the curved horns, I do the next best thing, and squeeze my eyes shut.Please go away, I pray. I may not be a twenty-year-old virgin, but I’m still definitely too young to die.
There’s a gust of air over my bare skin and, even with my eyes shut, I can tell when the shadow falls over me. He’s close enough to block out the light, like when the sun goes behind a huge cloud.
A deep, rasping growl makes the hairs on the back of my neck rise and bizarrely, out of nowhere, a bolt of lust shoots through my lower belly.
I’m hit with the most delicious, decadent scent—leather, bitter chocolate, cigars in a humidor, with an underlying note of something musky I can’t place—and an urgent, liquid heat surges between my legs with such ferocity, I let out a gasp.
“Look at me,” a voice rasps. It’s not a request. It’s a command.
Keeping my eyes squeezed shut, I give the barest shake of my head. I can’t look. I’m too terrified. Too inexplicably turned on.
“I command you to look at me!” The raspy voice is now a roll of thunder which renders me incapable of disobedience. My heart is thumping in time with my clit.
My eyes fly open, and I meet the demon’s gaze. His pupils are black slits in a sea of mystic topaz. I’m drowning in his eyes, unable to look away.
What the fuck is happening to me?
“Omega,” he growls, and there’s another rush of desire between my legs. I arch my back as need rolls through me. Something wraps around my leg and cinches tight. “Mine.”
“I’m not—” I manage to squeak before his lips land on mine in a kiss that sears my soul. His tongue is in my mouth, possessing, demanding, and I’m drowning in the heady, smoked chocolate taste of him. His scent is overwhelming now, surrounding me like a tangible cloud. There’s a clenching in my lower belly like I haven’t felt since I was a teenager with my first boyfriend.
I should pull away, tell him to stop this immediately, give him a long lecture about consent…
I do none of those things. Instead, I arch up and kiss him back with all the hungry desire he’s invoking in me. Desperate to touch him, I curse the vines holding my wrists in place.
The yearning, liquid ache between my thighs is growing stronger by the second.
When I’m about to black out from lack of air, he pulls away just the slightest bit. His face is still too close for me to see properly.
I gulp in a breath, dazed and trembling, trying to make sense of my reaction to him.
The demon lets out a growl, but instead of fear, heat blooms in me. The muscles in my core tighten, and my lust ratchets up a thousand percent. “Omega,” he snarls again, and before I can ask him what the hell that means, he reaches out and shears my shorts and panties off my body with a single black talon.
Oh fuck. Oh fuckfuckfuck…
The vines around my ankles and waist are the next victims of his razor-sharp claws, leaving me dangling by my wrists, naked from my belly button down.
He hasn’t stopped growling. The sound vibrates through every fiber of my body, making me hum like a tuning fork.
My pussy is soaked, my arousal dribbling down the insides of my thighs. I may not know what I want, but my body is in no fucking doubt.
The demon once again slants his mouth over mine, kissing me in a way I’ve only ever read about, and it feels so good that I never want him to stop.
If this is a dream, it just got ridiculously good.
The tight grip around my calf eases. There’s a sharp clack like a flick-knife being opened, then his huge, hot hands are on my bare butt, cupping my cheeks, pulling me up and towards him. Since there’s no searing pain, he must have retracted his claws.
I part my thighs willingly, hooking my legs around his hips. All I can think about is satisfying the throbbing need in my clit. In fact, I would be begging him right about now if his lips weren’t still on mine, his tongue driving me damn near out of my mind.
The demon’s skin is smooth but tough and burning hot, like he’s possessed by fever. I thought I was boiling before, but that was nothing compared to now, in the presence of this monster who radiates heat like an Aga oven.
Something huge and blunt brushes against my sex, and for the first time since the demon first kissed me, a shard of panic slices through my lust. That can’t be his cock. It has to be his knee. It’s too big, it’s—
Impossible, I think in a daze as the tip slides between my slick pussy lips, stretching me to the point of burning. And yet even despite the sharp ache, the pulsing thump in my clit intensifies and I find myself wanting to take all of him.
I want this demon to fuck me.
