Page 17 of Demon Rider

“I can rectify that right now.” Lowering my head, I stop right before my lips meet hers. “Can I have you, Kristina?”

Consent is key with Reapers and, their fated mates, but also, I believe it is key to all things. Human or not.

“Yes.” Her voice is barely there but my super hearing pick up the one word that makes my Reaper fucking happy.

Not wanting to wait anymore time, I kiss her. Take her lips like a starving man. My tongue dips into her mouth, making my mouth water for more of her.

Damn, she can kiss. Her soft lips feel exquisite, and I need more of her, but I know that she needs rest also. Breaking the kiss, which is a stupid fucking things to do, but I have to think of her first.

She is my priority.

“Holy hell.” She mutters breathlessly.

“You can say that again. I want nothing more than to devour all of you, baby, but you need rest.”

With a soft sigh, her body sags. “I know.”

“Come on.” I chuckle, then kiss the top of her head, before dipping down to pick her up, carrying her bridal-style.

“You have a damsel kink, don’t you?” she giggles.

I pinch her side, making her yelp, then giggles. The sound hitting me right in the chest. Some of the man call out as we pass through the main room, making my woman giggle burying her face in the crook of my neck.

Once we reach my room, I settle her on the bed, to which she crawls under the covers. She removes her bra in that way that woman do not remove their T-shirt, her leggings come next, so I know she is only in shirt and panties.

My cock likes the idea of a barely-there barrier separating what I want.

Her gaze tracks me stripping off, I like her eyes on me. Smirking, I move to the bed, Kristina licks her lips as she unashamed watches me. Slipping into the bed with her, I tug her closer, needing her skin on mine, to settle my soul.

“Sleep, baby.” I kiss the top of her head.

Her body sags against mine, her hand moves to my chest, like she had done a millions times.

“Thank you, Tyson, for saving me.” Her words are so low, a human would not have heard them, but I did and fuck, it makes me settle hearing that from her.

CHAPTER EIGHT

Kristina

Biting my lip, I watch as Tyson, checks out my apartment before they allow me to go inside.

Tyson said that you never know what might be behind the door after the last fucker targeted me. When he said those words, my heart all-but stopped in my chest.

Waking up this morning wrapped in Tyson, was like nothing I have felt before, and it made me not want to leave the bed but I needed my things, since Tyson won’t let me move back here yet.

I know he says that I am his, he fucking claimed me yesterday, which was huge and adding bonus was seeing the look of that cunt Lisa’s face. Yet, a part of me is not allowing myself to fall to fast, because I know how things like this turn out, been there done that before.

It might get hot and fast, and burnout quickly. Or what I feel when I am with him, makes this thing between us make sense and we will last.

“All clear, come on in, baby.” Tyson calls.

“You first.” The prospect says next to me.

“Thanks.” I mutter, stepping into my apartment.

It still looks the same. My throw in still where I left it, as is the book I was reading. My plants are brown and dead, but then again, I think they would have died even if I wasn’t taken.

“Baby, you good?”