Page 61 of Zodiac Demons

“The full moon will rise soon,” he whispered, hot against my skin. The sharp cut of his fangs followed, pressing teasingly against the artery in my neck, playfully brushing the permanent mark we’d formed. “It’s not too late to hide. You can tell me you never wanted me. That you never wanted anything I’ve done to you. Go ahead. Fight me. I’ll give you this choice tonight. Reject me, and I’ll fold. I’ll always fold for you.” He continued to slide his middle and index finger in and out, in and out. I was melting against him, while my core wound tight, and I was struggling to focus on anything else. “Show me what a Beta can do to her Alpha.”

I bit my lip as his fangs sank into my flesh. I told myself to breathe through my nose, as he added his thumb and started rubbing my clit and my g-spot in a single smooth and articulate motion. I dragged my fingernails along the bark, the hint of terror sparking in my gut, and only increasing the thrill instead of convincing me to run or fight.

What would happen as soon as that moon hit high? As soon as he became the Leo? How rough would he be?

“Stop using your hand and fuck me properly,” I hissed out, while he started sucking on me in slow, controlled draws of my blood. The initial bite of pain was so fast to turn into pure pleasure. “I want to see you transform while you’re inside me. You think you’ve shaped my body just for you? Well, I want to feel you shape me with your truest form.” What was I saying? Had I gone completely insane?

Or was I just being honest with myself for once?

“Fuck, I love you so much, Lila.” He said the words, and we both froze for a second. My heart beat skipped and his hand stopped moving.

We both knew that. It wasn’t shocking or unexpected. We’d both thought it, we’d both made vague mentions of love.

But hearing it, so succinctly, so candidly, and so brazenly, hit me completely differently.

As if all of the obvious affection he’d shown me thus far could be confused for anything else.

But the feeling that was now flooding through me—the peace and warmth—that was his. That was the feeling of relief and acknowledgment of his own most honest confession.

“I love you, too.” I didn’t hesitate. Maybe I was just as moonstruck as he was, but I did love him. Of all of my mates, he was the one who was always there, always trying to make me feel beautiful and wanted and important, despite a lifetime of being nothing. I shouldn’t excuse this, but if I wanted a perfect person, I probably wouldn’t be dating a vampire. I wasn’t going to judge him on his single worst moment. “I love every twisted part of you. Now shut up and fuck me before I start to cry.”

“I don’t ever want to be the reason you cry, Baby Doll.” He chuckled, but I could feel exactly how intensely that feeling hit him. How much he’d been desperate to hear those words out loud. No matter how much time I spent with him and how many nights we cuddled each other to sleep, he needed to be told in actual words.

I needed them, too.

And I needed him to tear my panties off, undo his belt, and shove me hard into the tree, tits first, both of his hands bracing my hips, and every thick inch of him filling me completely. He dug his fingers into me, and his shaky exhale was pure relief as my core sheathed his cock.

“You’re so fucking perfect.” Were the last words Marcus said, before I felt those human fingers start to shift into a lion’s claws.

Chapter 30

The moon’s power filled me with new force. I was reveling in the adrenaline surging through me, while the tingling sensation that forced me into my shift was nearly overridden by the sheer electricity and fullness as Marcus transformed while deep inside me.

His Leo’s claws cut along my thighs, digging in deep and sharp as he braced me for every thrust of his thickening cock. Golden fur climbed his strong arms, made bare by the force of his transformation, and his already strong chest was stretched with thickly corded muscle.

He pulled out slow, then slammed back in, shaping me with his thrust, as if carving his signature into my body. I gasped on impact, then I pushed back into him, assuring I took in every possible millimeter. We fit so fucking well together.

“I knew you couldn’t get enough.” Marcus whispered in my ear. The soft fur of his cheek brushed against my skin, and I just wanted him to wrap me in that perfect comfort forever. “It feels so good to finally be able to be totally honest with you.” He drove in again. Again. Fuck, keep going. “All I’ve ever wanted to do was worship you. Know you. Be so close, that you can’t tell where you end, and I begin.” He dragged his claws up my body, being careful not to shred the fabric of my sundress, while still teasing a threatening pressure with every sharp point. He stayed over my clothing as he gripped my breasts, and he slammed in again. Every hit forced a high pitched gasp through me, and that only spurred him on more. “Don’t hold back. Be as loud as you want. I want to hear it. I want to hear exactly how you’re breaking for me, your release, your power, your roar. You’re the lioness who owns my pride and my soul.”

“Then get on your knees and prove it.” I demanded, as I was clawing at the verge of orgasm, but not ready to give in just yet. “You can come if you do a good job.” I was feeling bold, strong, and owed an apology through service.

“As you wish, my queen.” Marcus slid out of me, then slid down my body slowly as he dropped to his knees. He kept my skirt hiked up as he nuzzled his way between my legs, then he licked the outer lips of my pussy with a slow, rough stroke of his lion’s tongue. The small barbs on the surface were rough, and my whole body shivered as he drew a line over my core, slipping inside of me, threading in his long tongue as deeply as he could. The texture was a whole new sensation, and the way those rough ridges moved along my inner walls had my knees buckling.

“Bend over and brace yourself against the tree.” He spoke through our internal channel, assuring he wouldn’t have to stop tongue fucking me. “I want to make you purr, Baby Doll.”

I pushed back and bent down, while placing each of my hands flat against the tree trunk for stability. Then he withdrew from my clenching pussy and moved higher.

My eyes widened as he spread my cheeks from behind and skimmed the rim of my ass with that same rough texture. He skated his claws down my outer thighs, this time letting himself break skin as he slipped his tongue inside my ass, then circled that entrance again with a precision that had me melting.

Fuck, why did that feel so good?

“You’ve always had a great ass.” His lion’s purr vibrated through me, only increasing this new pleasure. “Since I’ve already laid claim to your pussy, I think I’ll take this too.”

He penetrated me with his tongue again, leaving a trail of his monster’s thick and slick saliva, then he stood back upright, he spread my ass cheeks, and he entered me with just the head of his thick cock. He pressed in slowly, testing my reaction through the bond between us, while his monstrous size carefully found the perfect angle to force another moan through me. The bite of pain was overwhelming yet perfect, and I found myself craving the intrusion. His lubrication let him slide in easily, while I was digging my fingers into the tree bark, trying to focus on anything but the pressure of having him in my ass.

“I’ll move slow,” he whispered, and the vibration of his continued purr of pleasure was intoxicating and brilliant and fuck, I was going to come so hard and so fast.

I whimpered as he made good on his promise, sinking in with excruciating patience, until I had every single inch of him. I was panting, sweating, and out of my mind, while he was losing his restraint as I was squeezing his cock toward climax.