Page 117 of Enchanting Her Monsters
His mouth is everywhere. In a frenzy of passion, he bites me with his sharp teeth and licks the sting away with his forked tongue. Like he’s searching for the best place to mark me. He only avoids where Arran’s mate bite silver scar glows against my skin and where Calder’s talons mark my shoulder blades.
“Jade. I need you,” he murmurs over my flesh.
“I’m yours.”
It’s all the encouragement he needs.
He stands, lifting me as he does. His arms hook under my knees, spreading me wide. Placing his hands around my waist, he lifts me so my pussy is level with his face. He swipes his tongue over my center and then plunges inside.
I grab hold of his horns out of pure instinct, but his bruising grip on me ensures I won’t fall.
His tail fondles and prods my entrance. Then it slides alongside his tongue, filling me, stretching me. Something begins to vibrate inside me, and I cry out as my pussy clamps down on him.
I’m seeing stars and swaying as he moves me back down his body, then his cock slides into me.
Maxum powers up into my wet heat in one hard thrust.
I grip onto his neck and cry out as he fills me, hitting all my places to drive me wild. His thrusts are frenzied, and I sense he’s on the verge of the rut he warned me about before.
His hand fists in my hair and he pulls my head backward, making me arch my body. He descends on my breasts, biting and sucking.
He’s barely holding together his sanity.
“Take all of me,” he growls.
His tail wraps around my waist, then slips down to stimulate my clit, then slides inside my channel alongside his cock, making me whimper with the stretch.
He bounces me on his cock and tail with his powerful body, grunting and swearing promises. His massive wings expand, crashing against the demon circle boundary. He’s so consumed with claiming me that the electric zap of the magic doesn’t seem to faze him. Or perhaps it’s only adding to his experience.
My skin buzzes and sparks wherever we make contact. My own magical electricity is dancing with the current flowing through him.
“Fuck yes. Mine! All mine!” he chants as he pistons up into me with a fierce expression, like this is exquisite torture.
I’m thankful for my reinforced bones, because I’m sure he could easily shatter my hipbone with his intensity. My enhanced healing is going to help with the bruising and scrapes, too.
I love every possessive snarl and harsh grasp of my flesh.
“Jade,” he breathes out, and I know he’s close.
This desperate sound, his need for me, catapults me toward my own release.
“Come with me,” he shouts.
And I do. My pussy squeezes, milking his thick cock of his cum.
He sinks his sharp fangs into my neck, opposite to Arran’s mark.
I cry out with the enhanced pleasure the link brings.
His forked tongue swirls over the flesh, still pinched between his teeth.
I whimper and moan as his energy ties us together and my soul sings.
Tangled up in each other, we listen as our breathing evens out and our heartbeats return to normal. Such a strange quiet after all the frantic bonding, but I luxuriate in the sensation of his skin on mine.
Maxum releases his bite with a gasp.
We both glance down at his muscular chest. Over his heart, his dark crimson markings shift, creating an intricate knot with six threads.
