Page 113 of Demon's Beauty

“Not tonight, Soleil.” His voice is hoarse, strained, and instead of arguing, I press my lips to his.

Finn kisses me deep and dirty for a few more thrusts before pulling away and rocking back on his heels. He wraps his arms around me and brings me with him, kneeling on the mattress with his cock buried in me and my legs straddled over his thighs.

I wobble as I try to find my balance, but he’s not letting me go anywhere. He takes me by the hips and lifts me, lowers me, moves me on him. My hands find his horns, draw his face to mine, but with the racing of my heart and the heave of my breath I can barely even kiss him. Messy, clumsy, uncoordinated, I feed him my moans. He runs his fangs over my bottom lip, sharp and wicked and just this side of too much.

I’m already close, already aching, pulled taut, ready to combust.

Then his tail brushes against my clit.

Warm and firm and unexpected, the press of it between my thighs—right in time with his thrusts—throws me over the edge.

I come with a hoarse, strangled cry. Desperate and shameless, grinding myself onto his cock, against his tail, hands wrapped tight around his horns, the hard ridge of his knot pressed to the edge of my pussy. I’m consumed by waves of ecstasy so exquisite I think I actually pass out for a few seconds.

When I come back to earth, I’m pressed into the mattress.

Finn looms above me—looking so utterly un-human that a little gasp of surprise punches out of me. With his wings arching and his crimson eyes glowing, with his marble-sculpted muscles and his blond curls disheveled and falling in messy disarray over his forehead, he’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.

My demon.

My mate.

The fate the Goddess gave me.

His thrusts are uneven, his breathing labored, all his golden skin glistening with exertion.

“I’m so close, sunshine,” he groans, thrusting hard enough to make my teeth rattle. “Tell me if you don’t want—”

“Inside me,” I gasp. “I want you inside me.”

He groans again, and it only takes two more powerful snaps of his hips for him to spill into me. His orgasm thunders through him, rips a deep rumble of satisfaction from his chest, has him collapsing into me with quaking muscles as his cock pulses inside me.

He’s a heavy, solid weight on top of me, but I don’t mind. I wrap as much of myself around him as I can, hold him through the spasms, keep him close while he finishes falling apart.

When he stills, we both lie there for a long, long time.

Until the moon is high in the sky outside. Until most of Gales Harbor has probably gone to bed, and it could just be two of us alone in the darkness, forget the rest of the world.

There are no more words, but maybe that’s okay.

Maybe just for tonight, we can pretend.

33

Finn

Our days in Gales Harbor pass too quickly.

This time is stolen, the hours fleeting, and somewhere in the back of my mind I know they won’t last.

I’d bet it’s in the back of Soleil’s mind, too, this looming decision, this uncertain future, the crossroads we’ll inevitably arrive at in just a few more days.

But in the meantime, we don’t talk about it.

Soleil works. I spend my days visiting my mother or my other friends in the city, and occasionally give the team of healers a helping hand when they’ve got some grunt work that needs doing.

These days are good, maybe some of the best I’ve ever had, and I keep reminding myself to savor every moment.

And each night, Soleil and I lose ourselves in each other.