Page 155 of Demon's Beauty

My good boy.

My willing mate.

My partner for now and for always.

He dips his head and licks a path down my neck, over my collarbone to the curve of my breast and lower. Finn catches my nipple between his lips and sucks hard, drawing a cry from my throat and a hard bow in my back as I arch into him.

“Make me a bargain,” I gasp, nearly too lost in pleasure to form words, but somehow knowing this is right.

A low, possessive growl rumbles through his chest. “You want to bargain with me, witch?”

“I do.” Another hard suck, on my other nipple this time. Firm hands cupping and plumping my breasts together, reverent and hungry.

“I’ll hold you to it, you know,” he murmurs with deliciously sinister promise. “If you accept my terms, there’s no going back.”

This side of Finn is absolutely delightful, and a shiver of anticipation races down my spine.

“Good.” I give another firm jerk on his horns, tilting his head up so he has to meet my gaze. “I’d expect nothing less from my mate.”

Fires kindle in the crimson depths of his eyes. “Very well.”

Abruptly, he releases me from his embrace.

I let out a little squeak of surprise, fully expecting to go tumbling off into the abyss, but the ether holds me in place.

It’s almost solid beneath my feet, strangely.

There, but not there, allowing me to stay where I am while Finn begins to circle me.

Slowly, carefully, eyes still gleaming and wings slightly unfurled to remind me who I’m dealing with here.

A demon.

My demon.

Ready to claim his mate.

“I would ask for your patience, my mate,” he begins. “I would ask you to give me time to prove myself to you.”

I open my mouth, ready to protest and tell him there’s absolutely nothing he needs to prove, but he’s quicker.

“My terms, remember?”

I nod.

“I would ask you to let me try, Soleil. Try every single day to show you what it means to have a partner who will be with you always. Try to be worthy of you, to care for you, to be the one who makes sure you’ll never be alone.”

The words are so sweet, so earnest, that I want to reach out for him. To accept immediately. But something in the hard set of his features, the blazing light in his eyes, tells me he’s not finished.

“You’ll also let me worship you,” he continues, circling closer now. “You’ll demand every bit of pleasure and supplication you desire from me, and let me give it to you gladly. I am your devotee, sunshine, and I plan to be for the rest of our existence.”

Warmth blooms through my blood, my bones, settling deep within my core. The magick between us coils tighter with each of his words.

“I accept your terms.”

Finn lunges.

He wraps his arms around me, pulls me against him, lines the thick head of his cock up to my core and…