Page 37 of Demonic Affliction

When I come down, Dravik is already pushing out of the water, lowering his body onto mine. Water drips from his skin onto mine, but it does nothing to cool the heat spreading through me.

“Dravik,” I gasp. “I need… I need…”

“Shh.” He slides his hand up my chest, resting along the base of my throat like a necklace. The intensity in his gaze has the words dying in my throat, consumed by the fire raging in my chest. He reaches between us then, his fingers pressing against my entrance, stretching me out one last time.

He fists his massive cock, brushing the head against my dripping core and drawing a gasp from my swollen lips. “You’re ready for me now,” he says. “Ready for all of me.”

His hips jerk, and the head of his cock slides inside me, stretching me past anything I’ve felt before. I try to cry out, but I can't. It's too much.

Three fingers were not enough preparation for this…

Sensing my discomfort, Dravik goes utterly still above me, giving my body a moment to adjust.My nails dig crescents into his shoulders, and I don't know if I'm trying to pull him closer or push him back. My body wants both at once.

Dravik presses his hand to my abdomen, pushing healing magic into me, replacing the discomfort with wave after wave of soothing warmth.

My body expands to make room for Dravik. Muscles that were fighting the stretch a moment ago ease under the pressure of his magic, and I’m able to breathe again. The stretch is still overwhelming, but now it feels good, and each inch he presses into me meets less resistance than the last.

“That’s it,” he says, cock sitting in the deepest part of me. “Gods, this pussy was made for me. So tight and wet. So fucking mine.”

He starts moving then, and my breath is taken away. His cock rubs against my walls in just the right way, the thick ridges along his length catching on every sensitive spot and adding even more pleasure.

I claw at his back, unable to do anything but hold on. “Yes!” I cry out. “Yes, Dravik!”

He dips down, taking one of my peaked nipples in his mouth. He sucks, flicking his tongue against me, and the sensation shoots straight down to where he's buried deep inside me. Then he bites down, sharp enough to steal the last bit of breath I had left. And I come.

My body convulses with the weight of my orgasm, my walls clenching around his length and drawing a deep groan from the pit of his chest.

Dravik follows me, spewing his hot seed to the back of my womb, filling me and spreading warmth through my veins. Even after he comes, Dravik's cock doesn't soften, still buried deep and thick inside me, and he doesn’t seem in a hurry to pull out.

He stays inside me, kissing and touching me all over, worshipping my body in his slow, methodical way.

“So beautiful,” he says. “So lovely. So wonderful. So everything.”

Dravik kisses me, tenderly, all of his emotion pouring into me and heating my blood. When we’re both out of breath, he pulls back, pressing his forehead flush against mine. Gentler than he’s been all night, he collects my limp body to his chest, then slowly slides into the healing pools.

Dravik holds me in his arms, letting the water's healing properties soothe my aching muscles and the space between my legs. He kisses my neck, traveling up and peppering kisses across my face—my cheek, the corner of my mouth, the bridge of my nose—and each one is sweeter than the last.

“My willow,” he says. “My beautiful, marvelous little human.”

I grin, leaning in for another kiss, when a soft snort behind us interrupts. I turn to see Rufus the bull standing just to the side of the pool, his orange eyes fixed on me.

He doesn't come any closer and just watches me. It’s like he’s waiting for something—permission?

I hold out my palm, and Rufus walks up, his hoofed feet clicking against the ice-rock. He stops with his nose a few inches away, his warm breath huffing against my fingers.

Rufus looks into my eyes, shining with the same question as before. Smiling lightly, I nod, placing my palm against the tip of his horn. Yes. I choose Dravik. I choose you both.

Gently—soft enough to feel like a pinch—Rufus pierces my palm with the tip of his horn.

The mate bond flares to life, and I’m filled with a warm buzzing sensation. It’s low and constant, humming under my skin from my fingertips to the base of my spine. The cord in my chest snaps tight, feeding straight into Dravik's heart and wrapping tight. We let out a gasp in unison, our eyes meeting to convey the emotion our words cannot.

Heat rushes through my veins as the bond solidifies, tying the threads of our souls together and uniting us as one. It takes my breath away, fills me with a deep satisfaction that settles in my bones. Now that I’ve bonded to Dravik, it feels like another broken piece of me has been mended. I feel like I’m home.

I watch Dravik's symbol glow beneath my palm, the same light shining in his heated gaze. It’s different from Rhune’s and Nyx’s symbols glowing on the backs of my hands, but still just as beautiful.

“Willow.” His voice cracks around my name. “You… you chose me.”

I turn to my new mate, taking his face in my shaking hands. “Of course I did,” I say. “I’ll always choose you, Dravik.” I kiss him, and sparks fly beneath my skin. They fill me with so much warmth and love, I think I might burst. The bond hums with bliss, and I come apart under his touch.