I'll be his safe place to feel. I'll be his harbor. His shield. His safety net when he's falling apart.
“Are you trying to suffocate me? Not that it would be that easy.”
“Shit,” I cursed and eased my arms around him. Subconsciously, my body had held onto him as firmly as I could.
Sleepy and disheveled, Dagon raised his head and smiled. There wasn’t a trace of the gut-wrenching pain from yesterday, but I knew better. That kind of pain never leaves. You carried it for life, and I would do everything I could to show him it was okay to share the pain with me.
“Morning,” he said with a kiss to my lips.
“Morning, my demon.” I laughed as his eyes narrowed. “What? It’s the truth. You’re a demon, and you are mine.”
I watched with satisfaction as his eyes flashed to his demonic ones. I wanted to see him in demon form again. Would it be weird to ask?
“We have a lot to talk about.”
“I know,” the sigh was involuntary. I knew we had to speak, but I wanted things to slow down.
“I have an idea, but I don’t know what you’ll think.”
“Let’s freshen up, get some coffee, and I’ll hear that idea.”
We lingered in bed, kissing for longer than I intended. Blame me. If you had someone like Dagon in your bed, you'd lose yourself in him too.
When we were ready with a cup of coffee and sitting at the table, I told him I was ready.
“Alright, we need to find the object. We obviously can’t trust that friend of King's. I suspect Joshua sent us to that town so the demons could kidnap you or kill us. But we don’t know where to go next either.”
Shivers ran down my body at the realization that Dagon was right. Joshua had set up a trap for us. If Dagon wasn't a powerful demon and hadn't protected me, we would probably be dead.
“Honestly, I don’t know what to do,” I said, trying to push away the thoughts of what could have happened to us.
Was it too much to ask for the object to drop in my hands? I wanted to leave this behind and focus on Dagon and me.
“I have an idea. What if we go to the place my demon friend told me and my brother to go?”
“What?”
“I trusted him. He was the one who used to train us. I know there will probably be other Starborns there, but we need help, Di. I don’t know what else to do.”
The frustration, anger, and worry were evident in his words. I could almost feel them as my own, which was weird. Shaking off the odd sensations, I contemplated our choices. It didn’t take me long to come to the same conclusion. We didn’t have any options. Dagon’s idea was our best shot.
“Alright. Let’s go.”
“Just like that? You won’t ask anything?”
“Oh, I’ll ask many things once we’re on the road. But I trust you, Dagon,” I took his hand in mine, “I trust you. I know you’ll never allow anyone to hurt me. I also want all of this to be over.”
“I would never allow anyone to hurt you,” the promise and danger in his eyes made me shiver, not out of fear, but out of need.
I scooted closer to him and sealed our lips. It wasn’t enough. Climbing onto his lap, I rocked against him, moaning as I felt his cock against mine.
“Di,” he growled as I sucked his neck.
Some strange part of me wanted to leave marks on his body so everyone knew who Dagon Hughes belonged to.
“Make me yours, my demon,” I whispered in his ear.
Dagon groaned before he lifted me and carried me to the bed. He laid me gently down and caged me with his frame. His eyes flashed purple, and my breath stuttered.
