Page 39 of Rapunzel Unchained
“Don’t hold back,” the demon snarled. “I want to hear those pretty screams.”
His lips wrapped around my clit once more, sucking and pulling on it until I bit into my hand, the tang of my blood filling my mouth. The moment the demon scented the blood, he shoved a finger inside of me.
“Fuck, sinner. If I were in my true form, I’d rip you open with my massive cock and bathe in your blood until you begged for mercy.”
“Stop talking.” I shoved at his head, forcing his mouth back where I wanted him. “You wanted a taste, now lick me like you mean it.”
If I could say one thing for the demon, he knew how to work a woman’s body. I wasn’t sure if that was concerning. How many women did he seduce as a demon? Did he use Zane’s body for it? If so, did Zane know?
Jealousy and rage filled me. My hand tangled in his hair, thrusting my hips against him.
His fingers curled inside of me, hitting a spot that made my eyes roll back in my head. I cried out as liquid gushed from me.
I didn’t care who heard me or that I was making a mess. I hoped it covered him in it, marking Zane and the demon as mine.
My leg dropped, and the demon lifted his head to meet my gaze. His tongue peeked out to lick my essence off his lips as he grinned up at me. “I know what you’re thinking, little sinner.”
Breathing heavily, I cleared my throat and straightened my dress. “I doubt it.”
Standing, he leaned over me. Putting one hand on the tree behind me, he brushed my lips with the same fingers that had been inside of me. “I’m going to make sure that the cleric wakes up to find your smell all over him. You’re going to be on his tongue, his lips, burrowed into his skin. I want him to know exactly what I’ve been doing with his body while he was away.”
“You’re seriously fucked up.” I couldn’t hold back the grin that took over my face. “Now, go find out something about the conjurer and, if I need to kill her, I’ll be sure to let you know.”
He sucked on his fingers, still grinning down at me. “Oh, I’ll be counting on it.”
Zane walked away without a goodbye, a slight swagger in his step. I sank against the tree, my face hot and my legs wobbling enough that I wasn’t sure I would be able to move any time soon.
A twig snapped.
My head jerked toward the sound, pulling my cloak tighter around me.
Gage stepped out of the shadows, his mask covering half his face. His arms crossed over his chest, pulling his shirt tight against his large muscles. The ones in his arms flexed deliciously.
I snapped my mouth shut and cleared my throat. “Gage, what are you doing here?”
Chapter 20
Gage stood there menacingly in the shadow of the trees. The presence of the demon was nothing compared to the Sentinel before me. My back sank against the tree. I didn’t trust my legs to work yet, and I definitely didn’t need the glowering mage knowing that.
“I knew something was going on with Zane when I caught you in the chapel the other day.”
My eyes narrowed at the accusation in his voice. “What is that supposed to mean?”
“You know.” He stepped forward. That one step forward had more violence in it than the whole of what the demon said to me mid-oral. “I knew you were a manipulative bitch from everything Zane had learned about your history, but I didn’t think you would go so far as to fuck him without his permission.”
Before I was irritated. Now, I’m pissed.
“How dare you!” I shoved myself off the tree and stalked toward him, ignoring the twinge between my legs, a reminder I would have of my time with the demon for days to come. “I love Zane. I would never take advantage of him like that.”
“Then what did I see in the chapel? You were just fucking him because you loved him?” Gage stopped in front of me. “Or did you not use him to get to the demon, so you could have him do your dirty work?”
“I will have you know I could have gotten the demon to do my bidding without sleeping with Zane.” I wagged my finger at him. “And way to be judgmental. Don’t you basically kill people for the council? How is that any better?”
“That’s different.”
I snorted. “How exactly?”
“It’s my job.” He grabbed the finger in his large grasp. “Stop with the finger.”
