Emma’s eyebrows pinched together. “What?”
A slow smile crept across my face. “How bad do you want to come?”
“So bad,” she whimpered and raised her bottom half off the couch to push my fingers where she wanted me to touch the most. I pulled my hand out of her underwear and cackled at her whine. “Demon! Please!”
“You’d let me do anything to you, wouldn’t you?” My voice deepened and grew raspier as I thought of all the things I could do to make her come.
Emma frantically nodded. “Yes!”
I grabbed her arm and yanked her off the couch, ignoring her protests as I walked her to Dimitri’s desk. Emma gasped as I shoved her onto it and raised her skirt. “I could fuck you with anything, and you’d scream just the same as you come.” I peeled her soaked underwear off her and threw it aside. Spreading her legs apart, I stared at her glistening cunt that wept for me. “I want to see your pussy stretch from something that isn’t my fingers, tongue, or cock.”
Fear lit up Emma’s eyes, but she didn’t object. She stayed quiet except for her heavy breaths.
I grabbed the stapler from the other side of the desk and held it up for my mate to see. Her eyes widened, but she still said nothing to stop me. A wicked smile stretched across my face, and I brought the joined end of the stapler outside her opening. “That little bitch, Mia, is lying and is up to no good. You doubted Dimitri and me for our love and devotion to only you, so you get to come on this and only this.”
A low groan escaped Emma as I slowly pushed the stapler into her tight cunt. It glided in through her wetness. The top and bottom met, and I kept it closed so she could take all of it. Emma’s eyes fluttered, and she arched her back, pushing her hips out to take the stapler deeper inside her.
“Demon,” she whimpered.
I shuddered, and my cock jerked. Refusing to ignore my desires, I fisted myself in my other hand, slowly stroking myself as I fucked my mate with the stapler. Her pussy squelched around it, and the faster I thrust it in and out of her, the louder the wet sounds became. Her cries soon rose over it, and they were all I could hear. I pumped my shaft faster and snarled when Emma shattered. She tensed as she orgasmed. Her pussy pulsed around the stapler, and I could feel her inner walls drawing it deeper inside her, not wanting to let go.
I edged myself. Right before I came, I stopped stroking but continued to fuck Emma with the office supply. Her pleasure-filled sounds invaded my mind until a red haze bloomed into my vision. I gnashed my teeth and fucked her harder and faster, eager to make her come again. As she fell apart this time, I stroked my dick until I roared and came. Large spurts of hot cum landed on Emma’s shirt and pelvis. I worked out every last drop of my seed until it covered her.
“Such a good little cum slut,” I growled through my teeth.
Emma relaxed, her limbs slackening until she lay on the desk in a boneless heap. I released my throbbing cock and pulled the stapler from her abused pussy. I waited until her eyes fluttered open before I rolled my tongue over the cum-covered stapler. My mate’s eyes flared and slick dripped out of her cunt, coating the bottom of her ass.
I grinned wickedly and trailed a claw to the garter belt around her creamy thigh. “If I could stay with you,v’ns’kah, I would. But I need to go.”
Emma pushed copper hair from her face as she awkwardly sat up. Her breasts rose and fell quickly as she attempted to catch her breath.
“I have a Christmas present for you,” she rasped.
The skin bunched together where my eyebrows should have been, and I cocked my head. “Oh?”
Emma beamed at me, which sent my heart racing. No human—no woman—had ever looked at me like my little mate did. She was my beam of sunshine that I would forever treasure, and if I could have hidden her away from the world, I would have. If Dimitri didn’t get his shit together soon, I’d keep him in the dark and always stay in the flesh to be with our mate.
“I have a name for you. I thought long and hard about it, and this one...this one is perfect. What do you think of being called Daimon?” She nervously fixed her skirt and tucked a lock of hair behind her ear. “I just associate you with being Demon, so I played a little with the name.” She blushed and averted her gaze when I said nothing. “I’ll think of something else,” she mumbled.
I tossed the stapler back on the desk behind her and gently cupped Emma’s cheeks. My large hands engulfed her small face, reminding me how easily I could hurt her if I wasn’t careful. “Then Daimon I shall be. Thank you,v’ns’kah.”
Emma slid her gaze back to me, and a shy smile crept to her face. My heart swelled, and I felt a moment of despair. I didn’t want to leave her, but Dimitri needed to make things right with Emma, too, now that she knew our relationship and how devoted we were to her. I’d never touch another woman, and I knew Dimitri wouldn’t either. What happened at the bar with Mia was suspicious, and I didn’t mention it because Dimitri needed to be the one to tell her if he wanted to. Maybe that’d ease our little mate.
“I’ll be seeing you, little one,” I said, trying to soften my voice, but it came out guttural and in growls.
Dimitri changed back and wordlessly gathered me in his arms. Shadows wrapped around us until darkness consumed everything, and in the blink of an eye, we were transported to the middle of the living room. The Christmas tree stood before us with its lights twinkling. I hadn’t taken it down because it was so pretty, and it helped keep the holiday mood for the party happening in a few short days.
Dimitri hesitated as he let go of me, as though he feared I would vanish from thin air and would never return. I longed for him to keep touching me, but I needed a minute to process everything and breathe. He stepped away, unaffected by his own nakedness. My gaze roamed downward until I reached his cock, which was now flaccid but still intimidating with its sheer size.
I swallowed around the lump forming in my throat and returned my gaze to his face. “Did you, did you really cheat on me?”
He scowled, and a muscle jumped in his jaw. “No. I don’t remember ever touching her.”
“What do you mean, you don’t remember?”
He stared at me, and I had a gut feeling—or maybe it was my paranoia—that he wouldn’t clarify anything. After what felt like an eternity, he said, “I went to a bar for a drink to clear my mind. While there, Mia introduced herself and tried to converse with me. I’d never met her until that night, and even then, I found her annoying. While I drank, I started feeling disoriented, and when I got up to leave, she said she’d help me. After that, everything went black until I stumbled into my bedroom and passed out. I never touched the bitch and willnevertouch another woman. You’re the only one I want, sunshine.”
I held back the tears that burned in my eyes. Dear god, I hoped he hadn’t been date raped. Daimon said if Mia was pregnant with their child, she’d eventually die. I didn’t want that for her, but I had so many questions. “And we’re bonded? Why didn’t you tell me?”
