Page 53 of Demonic Affliction

I hope I’m wrong. But I don’t think I am.

Rhune's arms wrap around me from behind, his chin resting on the top of my head. “You’re shivering…”

“I’m cold,” I lie.

He doesn't push it, just pulls me tighter against his chest. I want to tell him about Spoon, about my fear of dying and failure—but the words are stuck in my throat. So I don’t say anything.

Rhune's hand slides down my torso, his palm flat and warm against my stomach, fingers spreading slowly across my skin. They curl into the fabric of my suit as a possessive growl rumbles low in his throat. “Whenever I touch you, I can’t help but think about what you would look like swollen with my pup. Is that wrong?”

I shake my head silently, unable to think past the desire flooding my system. No… no, it’s not wrong at all. It’s good. Very, very good.

“Even if it is.” His breath is hot against my ear. “I don’t think I can stop.” His grip tightens, fingertips digging into the soft flesh of my stomach. “I’m obsessed, Willow. It’s all I think about anymore. Breeding you. Filling you. Even now, even while we’re in danger, all I want to do is sink my cock into your sweet pussy and listen to you call my name.”

He shudders against me, and I bite my lip to hold back a moan. His words do something dangerous to me. I can’t think straight. I just want to give in to this warmth pulsing through my veins and filling my head.

Rhune slides his hand lower now, resting there, holding me but not offering the friction I want.

“Come back to bed.” His breath tickles my neck. “I want to warm you up.”

I turn my head over my shoulder, meeting his heated gaze head-on. “Is that so?”

“Yes,” he growls, fingers pressing hard enough to bruise. “Let me worship you. Let me take away your worries, if only for a short time.”

I twist around in his lap, my arm curling around the back of his neck. His breath catches as I rock my hips, showing him exactly where I want him.

“Willow…”

I kiss him hard, and he groans against my lips, the sound low and rough, sending heat flooding to my core. His teeth catch my bottom lip, biting down hard enough to sting, before his tongue sweeps in, soothing the area and driving me mad.

His free hand slides into my hair, angling my head where he wants it, and the other stays locked at my hip, holding me flush against him.

He breaks away, his chest heaving against mine as he looks deep into my eyes. “Willow… are you sure? After everything that happened today…?”

“I’m sure.” I reach up, fisting my fingers in his hair and pulling him back down for another bruising kiss.

Tomorrow, I'll worry about all the horrors to come. But right now, for tonight, I want to forget about everything for a while and just enjoy my mate.

And that’s exactly what I’m going to do.

17

Rhune

Want her. Need her. Now.

The bond thrums in anticipation as I rise to a stand, turning Willow in my arms and directing her to wrap her legs around my waist. One hand slides up her spine, fisting her beautiful mane and holding her exactly where I want her. The other presses to her lower back, holding her upright and flush against my bare chest.

I stare deep into her eyes, letting the fire in hers consume me. When I can’t stand it any longer, I lean down and capture her mouth in another bruising kiss. It’s deeper this time, more demanding. Possessive.

“Mine,” I growl against her mouth. “My Willow. My mate.”

We break away, both panting hard. Every instinct tells me to rip her suit from her skin and shove my cock inside her until she’s screaming my name. And from the look in her eyes, she wants that, too.

“Aw. You were going to start without me?” A pair of glowing turquoise eyes blinks at us from the shadows. A moment later, Nyx steps into view, a feline grin spreading across his face. “That’s not very fair to Willow.”

Nyx walks over, his steps unhurried, and stops a few inches from her. One hand slides up her spine, and the other palms her ass, squeezing hard enough to make her gasp against my mouth.

A pleased hum echoes in my chest, and I angle her so Nyx has better access. He slides his hand between her thighs, practically purring at what he finds.