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“What? Oh, right. I’m not addicted to your venom, dumbass. I’m addicted to you.”
“You are?”
“You don’t have to sound so surprised about it. I agreed to the whole fated mates thing, I dove off the cliff, I committed to an irreversible magical bond. If you weren’t such an idiot who took off all the time, you might’ve noticed I love you. Oh shit, I said that out loud.”
“You love me?”
I debate taking it all back, hitting a giant rewind button on my last rant, and demanding a do over. But I’ve come this far on being in pain and pissed off. I might as well go all in. “I do.”
He stares at me, and those red eyes seem more intense than even his usual serious,sovereign of the realmstoicism. “Just a minute ago, you hated me.”
“Yeah, yeah, thin line, and all that. I wouldn’t bother to hate you if I wasn’t crazy about you.”
“But I poisoned you.”
“It was an accident, and every relationship has its little bumps in the road.” I smack him on the shoulder. “Before you get any ideas, that’s not some catch-all excuse for you to use on things like ditching me. Got it?”
“Understood.” He runs his tail above my boots to the sensitive spot behind my knee, then higher.
“You have something to say back to me?” I ask. I mean he doesn’thaveto say he loves me, but it’d sure as hell make this less awkward.
“You suggesting something specific?” The bastard smirks. What I said earlier about missing his cocky, princely attitude? I lied. Except he sweeps his tail upward, and damn, can he slip itbeneath my panties to demonstrate more skills with it than any human man’s fingers possess? Yes, yes, he can.
“Theo…” I struggle to form words and end up whimpering instead.
“I suppose I could tell you that I loved you from the moment you pulled a blade on me. Or when I saw you eating butter pecan ice cream on my kitchen floor. Or when you chose me without a crown. If you really need to hear me say the?—”
“You know what?” I crawl up his body, being careful not to twitch the wrong muscle and send my burn into screeching pain or to knee him anywhere I might need him to be functional. “Why don’t you put that mouth to good use, Prince of Darkness? Oh wait, does that make me a princess? I’m not sure I’m qualified?—”
All thoughts scatter as Theo’s hands land on my ass and he pulls me close. His horns brush the insides of my legs, he tugs aside my panties, and his tongue…dear god, his forked, wickedly long tongue…licks my core like he’s licking a lollipop and my clit’s the magical center.
He brushes his fangs against my thigh. “This what you want, wife?”
“Wife? I’m not your?—”
The prick of sharp teeth against my skin has me sucking in a breath. “Close enough. Besides, we can fix that.”
“Did you just propose?”
“Do I need to?” He bites, and I moan.
I squirm closer, the ache inside me so much more than just the burn—this all-consuming need for him. His claws dig deeper into my ass, and I don’t bother fighting his hold. Hell, I might even encourage it.
When he trails his thumb along my lower lip, I suck it into my mouth, not stopping when the copper tang of blood slidesover my tongue. If I’m going to smother my man with my vagina, I’m not about to get squeamish about healing magic.
He holds me over his mouth, his breath teasing me everywhere except where I need him most. His tail wraps around my neck, a steadying weight that takes away all control and worry about how I look or what I need to be doing to make this good for him. No, he has made this entirely aboutme.
“Ride my face, mate,” he says. “Don’t stop until I tell you to, and for fuck’s sake, don’t stay quiet. If you do, I’ll leave bite marks up and down your legs to turn your skin into a black and blue masterpiece of my making. Then I’ll pour healing potion and mating magic in you so I can mark you up all over again.” He pushes his tongue inside me.
The filthy talk and filthier attention has me moaning and begging. I ride his tongue and grind hard and fast, losing myself in the sensation. His claws scrape the curve of my ass, and he gives a gentle tug, pulling my cheeks apart.
I freeze, but he taps his tail against my throat, and I start moving again, riding him while he licks me with a dedication and intensity that leaves me shaking. He slides a knuckle across the crease, teasing my ass.
I gasp at the sensation.
He growls in warning and goes back to feasting on me, his tongue working some sort of demon magic. Devouring me from front to back, he leaves no part of me untouched. It’s sloppy, sinful, and downright dirty in the best possible ways.
I close my eyes and give over to the pressure building inside me. The world narrows down to a single pinpoint of pleasure. The climax has me toppling over the knife-edge blend of pain and delight into ecstasy.
