Page 81 of Demon Demands

Grabbing my ankles, he snatched me down to the foot of his bed, looming over me as his eyes lit up ravenously. “I’m a starving beast.”

He didn’t wait for me to snark back at him, not that I could. His lips on mine were raw and wild and so fucking dirty. Gone was the gentleman that my shifter had been trying to be. In his place, hovering over me, was a monster amongst men, and like always called to like.

Twining my fingers in his messy blonde hair, I pulled him closer to me with every intention of devouring him. Briggs groaned into our kiss, using his knee to spread my legs and grind against my pussy.

I snapped my fingers, refusing to stop his assault on my mouth to take my tights off. If I had to rip them to shreds to get them off, I would have without a second thought.

Briggs rocked his whole body into me, kissing me as if I was oxygen and he was suffocating.

He fucking consumed me.

And I wanted to give him everything I had, all the fragmented pieces of me that needed to be put back together. Not just my body, but the very center of my being.

My fucking soul.

The depth of my thoughts scared me momentarily. Then they fueled my desire further, fanning the flames that my wolf danced in.

As we broke apart, I panted, hearing myself echo in the silence of Briggs’ room. His lips traveled down my neck, across my collarbone, over my chest, until he stopped to tug on my right nipple with his teeth. I couldn’t have suppressed the shudder than ran through me, even if I’d wanted to.

His fingers ran lazy patterns from my ribs to my hips, swirling over the sensitive skin of my inner thighs. He tracked every minuscule movement that he strummed from my body as his hands made their way back up their path.

Switching to my left nipple, he pinched my hardened peak between his teeth once more, working me up until I was writhing beneath him.

Slipping his hand between my legs, his calloused fingers touched me so lightly that I wanted to scream. I growled low out of frustration, and I felt Briggs chuckle more than I heard him. He smiled against the skin of my stomach as he nipped his way down, down…

The heat of his breath skimmed over my pussy lips, his teeth grazing the inside of my left thigh as he flattened his hand on my chest.

Gods. The possession in that grip was enough to make me quiver in anticipation for the moment that his mouth touched me. My back threatened to arched of its own accord, and the only thing keeping me still was Briggs’ large hand spread right over my mate marks.

When the tip of his tongue breezed over my clit, I bucked my hips. Impatience warred with heady lust, both emotions provoked by his gentle touches. After a few more maddening flicks, he sucked at the bundle of nerves.

The moan that left my lips was obscene, even to my own ears, but… “Fuck,” I choked out, my vision blurring as he toyed two fingers around my entrance.

I glanced down at him, fucking losing myself to the smug gleam in his forest green eyes.

He slid his fingers inside me, humming his approval as I clenched around him. He pumped into me when my body began to relax, adding a third finger just as my impatience surfaced once again.

“Briggs,” I whined, pleaded. I was close to begging.

“Not yet.”

“Briggs,” I demanded, backtracking when he shifted to lay his fucking monster cock on my leg. “Oh, okay,” I acquiesced, my eyebrows getting lost in my hair with how high I raised them.

He shook his head, still radiating smugness.

“I told you, Barbie, warned you of the addiction that you were begging for,” he remarked, slinking back up the bed and dragging my boneless body with him.

“I come with my own warning labels,” I murmured, reaching down to stroke him through the last layer of clothing that separated us. Smirking at him, I snapped my fingers to remove his boxer briefs.

I rubbed the pad of my thumb over the head of his dick as I leaned up to whisper in his ear, “Fuck. Me.”

His chest rumbled with a growl as he lined up, pushing inside me slow and steady, not stopping until he bottomed out. Over and over, he kept his pace until I adjusted to his size.

The stretch that accompanied his motions took my breath away, but when I rasped out a moan, he began to speed up little by little until he couldn’t stop himself.

The leaking dam that had been holding back the last sliver of his control crumbled as he lost himself in me. I gripped his shoulders, meeting him thrust for thrust, but that wasn’t enough.

I clawed at his back as he urged me toward the blissful edge of release. Feeling me clench around him, he slowed again, observing my expressions as I fell apart beneath him.