I can make this king quake with my tiniest touch! His response made her giddy. She wanted to test out her newfound power, to explore him all over and gauge his reactions.
He rasped, “You’re figuring it out, aren’t you?” “What?” In Demonish, he said, “That I’ll command you, but you’ll rule me.” She just kept herself from nodding. After he’d captured her earlier, she’d predicted a bleak future. Now hope glimmered. They would actually have mind-blowing pleasure between them—and she wouldn’t be powerless. Feeling bolder, she trailed a fingertip down his torso. Breaths ragged, he gripped the sides of the tub. His lean sinews strained to her touch. Every inch lower increased his obvious agony. Her hand descended beneath the water’s surface. She gazed up into his eyes as she circled his navel. He gnashed his teeth till his jaw muscles ticked. She grazed the length of his shaft, and a yell burst from his chest. One tiny touch . . . “You won’t accidentally hurt me?” Sharp shake of his head. She reached lower and cupped his heavy testicles. His grip began to bend the copper. “Lila . . .” Black flooded even the whites of his eyes. The texture and weight of his balls fascinated her. The demon must love having them stroked; he spread his knees wide and bucked. If he responded like this to her hands, what if she used her mouth? Her tongue? Her fingertips alighted on his shaft. She gave a tentative graze along the slit of his cockhead. “Uhn!” His body shook so hard, the tub vibrated. Playing with fire, girl. But she was more titillated than nervous. She circled her thumb over the slit. “It’s slick.” Even in the water. He’d tightened his grip on the tub until the contact radiated glowing white heat through the metal. “I make it . . . for you alone.” The castle quaked, volcanoes threatening. She should be afraid, but she was dizzy with discovery. I’m already addicted to this. . . . Sian’s mate was a born temptress. Her eyes were glittering. A flush of new arousal spread over her chest and breasts. He’d never imagined she could be this sexually engaged with him—not so soon. He’d never expected her. A lusty fey firebrand named Lila. How much more could he take before he sucked her taut nipples raw? Before he devoured her tender pussy and rubbed his horns all over her to mark her with his scent? “No more play.” He gazed longingly at her pale neck, his fangs throbbing as badly as his cock. “Make me come.” Eyes watchful on his face—she had yet to even glance down—she stroked both of his nipples. “Yes!” His groan grew constant. His heavy balls drew up, readying. She dipped one hand. Simultaneously, she thumbed a nipple and his cockhead. His eyes rolled back in his head. Over— His back bowed, and he roared his release. “Fuck, fuck, GODS!” His wings snapped open, cleanly slicing the sides of the tub; water sloshed out into the bathroom. His grip mangled the metal. She rubbed the crown over and over, hurtling him to even greater heights, his roar deepening. Cracks appeared in the walls. Volcanoes heaved and spewed as his cock pulsated for her again and again. . . . Once the explosions ebbed, he grabbed Calliope and collapsed back on the bench. Legs sprawled. Mate in his lap. Shaft still pulsing. Her name on his tongue. “Lila . . .”THIRTY-TWO