Page 42 of Mate of a Monster

He tears the last scrap of lace from between my thighs and the sudden cool air hits the wet heat that’s already dripping down my inner leg.

“Look at you,” he rasps, voice thick enough to choke on. “My little Hellpet, soaked and ready for a demon.”

I brace my palms flat against his tar-and-gold chest, muscles bunching like hot cables under my fingers. “I’m not here for your sermon, Nightkin. I’m here for your cock. Give it to me or I’ll start carving pieces off your adoring audience until you do.”

He snarls—pleased, not mad—fangs catching the strobing red light. “Threats? That’s my language.” A snap of his wrist, the front of his leathers splits open. His thick shaft gleams with the same bronzed gold that melts into his skin, black veins pulsing under the surface, tip already weeping a pearlescent bead that hits my stomach like candlewax.

Thighs trembling, my knees slide farther apart on the broad leather of the chair. I’m wetter than the blood still puddling the floor. I sink forward, letting the broad head nudge the small of my belly.

“Take a seat, Hellpet,” he orders lazily. “Show the world who it belongs to.”

Something feral claws into my brain when the room spins, colors bleeding together before I’m falling, body hitting a mattress. My mattress. Back in my room in his dark castle.

“Did we just—”

“Portal on the island. Yes, Hellpet.” He drags his claws down my ribcage, and I arch into the sting as he shreds the fabric from my flesh.

Clothes gone, I lay bare with nothing but the strap of Zev’s knife at my thigh, spread over silk sheets as he grabs me by the waist and rolls onto his back, sliding me in one swift motion over the length of his cock.

I hiss as he marks every inch of me with every slow descent. The walls bleed ink around me as I roll my hips over him greedily.

My fingers dig into his chest as he sucks my nipple into his mouth around a growl, sliding his tongue up over the curve of my sternum.

My heart thunders in violent waves, each breath desperate as I near the edge. In a sting, teeth sink into my chest, over my heart, and my back arches as I scream out, before warmth slowly bleeds through my veins. The world tilts and I reach for the knife at my thigh. With every roll of my hips, I claim him.

Mine.

Mine.

Mine.

I slide the tip of the blade over the tar dripping off his chest, right where his heart would be if he were human. My chest is damp, slick with not just sweat—but blood.

A dark grin spreads over my face as my orgasm rips me back into place, chasing, chasing, hungry for it.

My Nightkin growls with satisfaction. My hand finds his horn to hold him in place as I slowly draw the blade up his chest.

“Mine.” I launch it into his chest with everything I have, my orgasm rolling over me as he growls, filling me up with his cum.

But more. More. Something shifts in the air around me, a darkening at the edges of my vision as I continue to roll my hips over him. Black smoke curls off my shoulders, drifting upward in lazy threads as the walls in my room slowly fall around us.

Blood dribbles around my blade, the wound open and mixing with the crimson trickling down my own skin, warm and sticky.

I swipe my hand over it and rub it over his face.

“Mine.”

Each thrust is a war. Every grind a conquest. Pain and pleasure braiding so tight I can’t tell which is winning. My thighs quake, slick heat pulsing as he drives deeper, relentless, a demon claiming every shred of me. And I want him to.

His chest heaves beneath my hand, gold veins throbbing beneath my grip.

I rake my nails down the sludge of his chest as it parts.

What…

Darkness swallows the space again and my vision swims, blood loss turning the edges fuzzy, but I don’t stop.

Can’t stop.