Page 111 of Demon Food

He smiled as he smoothed the pad of his finger down my nose. “I hope when you wake tomorrow, they’re still there.”

I struggled to formulate a response. “Why wouldn’t they be there⁠—?”

He kissed me.

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ALEK

Fuck. FUCK. Feloré was kissing me.

Yes. Bed him. Take him. EAT HIM—no. Nonononono.

But there was no fighting with him kissing me so deeply, like he wanted it as much as me. There was no running.

His mouth was on mine. Soft and inviting. I had to give in. I had to kiss him back.

My inhale was sharp as I parted my lips, working my jaw, cupping his face to take his mouth with mine. Then I felt it.

My chest heated as a blaze of arctic white, of pure healing energy blasted down my throat, straight into my core.

I gasped. I took from the well of white light, swallowing it, bathing in its warmth like it was a life connection from him to me and so deep and stunning, unlike anything I’d ever felt.

It was beautiful. Oh, my gods, it was so devastatingly beautiful and so satiating that tears stung my eyes. This was it. He was the end to my pain.

I jerked violently.

Jarring streaks of light assaulted my vision as the carnal monster inside me roared to life. It was so hard and so intense that I nearly crushed his body into me while a voice demanded I eat. Eat. EAT.

It was like a searing burn without the pain. A lightning strike without the destruction. It was the opposite of destructive. It was only a kiss, but I could see the way. I could taste the life inside him.

I stormed forward, walking him backward until he crashed into the vanity. I gripped his tight waist, growling as I lifted him onto it, shoving his legs apart, wedging my pelvis tight against his. He moaned into my mouth as I took and took and TOOK.

“Yes,” he said, somewhere between a whisper and a plea. “My dark fucking prince. Drink me.”

It was so natural, the most natural thing in the world, and for so long, I’d been tortured. Now I was eating, and he was giving, his body like a concession of a thousand different energies, all so fucking juicy.

“Alek,” he breathed, clawing his fingernails into my shoulders. “Get me naked.”

Gods, yes. Fuck, yes. The monster was fully ruling my mouth, and it barely let my lips budge from his skin even as I rushed his shirt off him, peeling it over his head while he panted.

I yanked his silken pants down with the fury of a thunderstorm, tugging them off as fast as I could, because each second I spent gone from his skin was a torturous fucking lifetime.

But then he was naked. He was naked, and I was back in between his legs, and I could barely comprehend what I’d been gifted. How I’d blinked, and here he was with creamy skin upon lean muscles dressed in tight, black undergarments.

I wanted those off too—but eat; EAT—so I wedged my fingers down the back of them to squeeze his ass as I lashed my long tongue around his ear and neck, drinking, swallowing, feeding from his splendid white essence.

“I want you inside me,” he whispered in Vultaen, so needy and delicious.

I snarled, yanking him to my mouth, pressing my lips against his ear. “You want my cock, baby?”

“I want it. So badly I might scream.”

I took his mouth again, slipping a finger down his ass, rubbing it against his hole. “Then fucking scream.”

He didn’t. Instead, he whimpered. But the sound was devastating to my senses, and I slammed a fist against the mirror hard enough for it to splinter as I took his mouth again, drinking him harder.

“Alek, hurry,” his sweet voice begged. He was a trembling wreck as he clutched onto my shoulders, scratching me closer. “Hurry and fuck me.”