Chapter Twenty-Seven
Wren
“Wait!” I gasped. “Corson,wait,stop!”
He growled against my breast, the rumbling sensation causing my muscles to quake in response. My traitorous body was more than willing to keep going with him, but my mind refused to shut off again as his bite brought a cold dose of reality with it. Reality, panic, and a surprising heartache that I hadn’t been expectingfilledme.
I need to think, and I can’t do that with himinsideme!
I wasn’t sure my words reached him, and if they had, I didn’t think he would stop as he thrust into me again. But then he released his bite on my breast and lifted his lips to settle them right over the place where he’d bitten my shoulder. His body stilled within mine before he pulled outofme.
I had the overwhelming urge to cry and take him back inside me, while I resisted the impulse to shove him off me. What he’d done couldn’t mean what I imagined it might; itcouldn’t!
Corson settled onto the couch beside me while I lay panting and staring at a large, brown water spot on the ceiling. Right now, I didn’t know which way was up or down, right or left. I wanted to flee into the night as badly as I wantedtocry.
Corson locked his arm around my waist when I rolled over. He settled behind me, drawing my back flush against his chest as he held me possessively against him. If I allowed it, he would be inside me again, but I couldn’t allow it. Not after what hadhappened.
Mine.The possessive way he’d said the word hammered through my mind. And I’d felt his release inside me. The intensity of his orgasm had triggered another one from me, as had the unexpected pleasure his bite aroused in me. Bites were supposed to be painful, but his had sent me spiraling further out ofcontrol.
Hisbite! Corson didn’t have fangs, not like some of the other demons I’d seen. I knew there were demons who had permanent fangs, and others who had fangs that extended when necessary, but I’d never witnessed anything like that from Corson. I’d seen him pretty pissed off and excited for a fight before too. No, Corson’s teeth had always been perfectly normal or human inappearance.
Bits and pieces of our earlier conversation played through my mindagain…
“Demons also only bite another during sex if it is their Chosen,”he’d said.“If for some reason, their bite marks should fade, other demons will always know when another has been claimed and stay awayfromthem.”
“A bite and sex are what decides aChosen?”
“No, there is far more involved in the bond than that. Male demons don’t produce sperm until they find their Chosen and the females don’tproduceeggs.”
I was positive there had beensperm.
“Some of the demons who went to Earth before the angels entered Hell found their Chosen amid humans.”He’d also said that at somepointtoo.
My heart raced, and my fingers dug into the fabric of the couch. He couldn’t thinkIwas his Chosen. I cared for him; I did. I wouldn’t have slept with him otherwise. Maybe there hadn’t been a whole lot of feeling with Todd, but there was with Corson. There was toomuchfeelingwithhim.
I’d gone into this knowing there could never be a lasting relationship between us. The whole immortal/mortal thing was only one of some fairly large obstacles between us, but I’d thought maybe he cared for me, and not because some screwy demon DNA told him hehadto to be with me so he could have demonbabies.
To my horror, I realized that I wanted him to desire me for me, and not because he could suddenly produce spermwithme!
Not to mention, there was Randy and all the other Wilders to think about. A fling with Corson would have been one thing, but to be claimed by a demon and expected to reproduce with one was something else entirely. I didn’t know how they would reacttothis.
Not much made me feel like crying, but the possibility of losing all of them, and everything I’d ever known, brought a lump to mythroat.
I recalled almost laughing over the thought of Corson having to romance anyone into staying with him. There hadn’t been much romance involved between us, but this situation was far fromamusing.
Behind me, Corson lifted his head. “What’swrong,Wren?”
I hated the trace of hurt in his voice, but I couldn’t stop my need to get away from this place andhim. I had to have time to processallthis.
You’re getting way ahead of yourself!You've seen bite marks on people after they’ve had sex before. There was also that ridiculous time Jolie allowed some guy to make a ring of hickeys around her neck. Corson may have been mistaken about that whole biting aspect of a Chosen. Hehadto have bitten someone else over the numerous years of his extremely activesexlife.
Now I could add jealousy to the flight instinct my body had going on as the idea of him with another woman set my teeth on edge. I didn’t want to be a demon’s Chosen, but I didn’t want him biting anyone elseeither.
I was losing my mind. Somehow, this man—demon—had managed to turn me into anirrationalmess!
Before he’d sauntered his earring-wearing ass into my life, I’d been nothing but pragmatic and remorseless. I didn’t live with guilt or feel bad about possibly hurting someone. I didn’t recall the past. Those things would only eat me alive if I allowed them to, yet now I was experiencing all of them and all becauseofhim.
“You bit me,” I said. I couldn’t stop my hand from resting against the marks on myshoulder.
