She knew those words should be chilling—and they were. He was a merciless killer, a monster of nightmares, and while he hadn’t spelled out what he wanted with her, there wasn’t a lot of subtlety in the way he kept calling her ‘Breeder’. She would need to figure out how to escape his clutches once she had enough strength to do so—and preferably before he got over the apparent belief that she was too fragile for the necessary activities needed to implant his hell-spawn.
However, with her head already swimming and his warm hands reminding her of how much pleasure this particular monstrous nightmare could inflict, it was hard to keep a firm grasp on anything but the way her skin heated the further south that towel traveled.
There’s something seriously wrong with you, Georgina.
But he was so gentle, and she was so... So incredibly tired of being scared all the time. She’d spent her life fearing the demons and what they might do if she fell into their claws. And now she had, and it had nearly ended up worse than she had ever imagined, even in the darkest of moments. The Prince of Demons was the most terrifying creature she’d ever seen, but right now, when she allowed the dizziness to swallow her fears for just a few seconds…
He reached the apex of her thighs and, pausing only for a fraction of a second, rubbed the towel through her pubic hair.
Georgia exhaled sharply as every nerve ending below her navel came alive.
The demon grunted at the sound, and she had the wild thought that he, too, was remembering how he’d sucked her energy.
When his nostrils flared and a shudder went through his powerful body, her heart slammed into overdrive. Every lewd image of his feeding rushed through her brain, and instead of filling her with horror, it sent a rush of blood to her pelvis. Her clit throbbed with her rapid pulse, the metal confines around the sensitive nub making her feel every drum of it deep into her bones.
For a long, agonizing moment, neither of them moved.
The prince inhaled again, deeper, and a soft sound she wasn’t sure he even realized he was making rumbled out of his chest. And then the towel was on her mound again, the pressure firmer this time, and right against her clit.
“Ooh.” She was only half aware of the moan escaping her, all her focus snapping to the sensation of touch at the center of her being. She didn’t realize she’d spread her thighs for him until the pressure shifted and the soft towel rubbed deep through her cleft, all the way to her entrance.
And again. He swept back, applying pressure to her clit and tugging gently at the metal ring there until her toes curled, then rubbed through her spread labia to her opening, pushing against it for just a moment before he repeated the whole thing over again. And again.
Fuck, why did it feel so good? Her exhausted muscles did their best to rally as the promise of release tightened low in her abdomen with every pass of that wicked towel. She needed this, God, she needed it. Just a bit more pressure, just—just a bit more.
Mindlessly, she pressed back against the prince’s hand, too desperate for the pleasure he was rubbing into her throbbing clit to pay her shaking legs any mind. A mistake she only realized when her jellied thigh muscles decided enough was enough and gave out.
Georgia yelped and flailed for purchase, fingers grabbing onto the prince’s horns at the same moment as strong hands tightened on her hamstrings, keeping her from falling on her ass.
“Crap.” It was a low mutter, and when she glanced down, dark frustration was painted over the demon’s harrowing features. He eased her weight back onto her feet and released his grip on her, moving away. Clearly intending to stop the depravities before they went any further.
She didn’t pause to think. Growling with the need to fucking come, she yanked him back by the horns and forced his mouth to her clit.
13
Kesh
He’d had every intention of finishing the drying of the near-unconscious woman and getting her fed. Really, he had. Even as his cock throbbed and the sweet scent of her sacred core made it hard to think about anything other than how she’d cried out in pleasure when he brought her to climax before.
Ensuring her survival was his primary duty, after all.
However, there was no force in the fucking universe strong enough to break through the roar in his blood when the meek little Breeder growled at being separated from his touch and then used his horns to guide his face right into her pussy for more.
Her smell enveloped him, musky and strong and full of need. The world faded to black, until there was nothing left but the scent of her, and the pounding of his own pulse setting every cell in his preternatural body aflame.
He didn’t hear his own snarl, didn’t register her yelp when he sucked her clit into his mouth, ring and all. He was barely aware of wrapping his arms around her when she swayed under the onslaught, didn’t feel the hard tiles under his knees as he half pushed, half carried her to the countertop next to the sink. His entire being was focused on the smell of her pussy, on the mind-breaking taste of it.
Her cries of pleasure rang through his body like a bell, honing his mouth to the exact way she needed it, until her grip on his horns turned savage and her thighs tightened around the sides of his neck in a vice.
“Yes, yes, yes! Fuck!” She arched off the counter with a snarl that sounded anything but human. Her climax followed on a flood of her intoxicating flavor, and he groaned at the prickle of her energy teasing his tastebuds.
She offered her life essence so willingly, as if it were not the most precious thing she possessed. Kesh licked at her still trembling entrance and rubbed his nose against her clit while she slowly came down, ensuring he didn’t take so much as a drop of her energy.
Finally, some long moments later, her thighs relaxed around his neck and her hands slipped off his horns.
Slowly, he regained awareness of their surroundings. And of his responsibilities.
Shit. Dread coiled in his gut, and though it did nothing to ease his throbbing cock, it did allow his brain a modicum of control.
