Page 156 of Demon's Beauty

Stops.

I groan my displeasure, try to shift myself so I can get what I want, and he clucks his tongue in disapproval.

“Not yet, witch. I’d hear your terms as well.”

My terms?

Goddess, I can barely think straight, let alone come up with terms to seal a bargain with my demon mate. I make myself breathe, make myself pause, rest my forehead against his chest until the beating of my heart has slowed enough for me to sort through my racing mind.

“I would accept your worship and cherish it,” I tell him, reveling in his rumble of approval, the way he melts into me. “I would keep you with me always, Finn. Even if we don’t have any idea where we’ll go or what we’ll do or what life will look like, I know I want you by my side.”

I take another deep breath, reaching for the words that have been lingering deep within my chest for days.

“I would ask that you let me love you.” I raise a hand to cup his cheek, watch his pupils dilate and his eyes go wide. “Forever, Finn. I will love you forever.”

“As I love you, Soleil.”

We kiss, long and lingering, with a hard thrum of magick binding us together.

At least until I pull away with a soft laugh, belatedly remembering we should probably do this right.

“Do you accept my terms?”

Another rumble in Finn’s chest, this one pleased and warm and so deep it sends tingles racing all the way through me.

“I accept. It would seem we have a bargain, witch.”

He claims my mouth again, rocks his hips against mine, and as he notches at my entrance, another growl echoes in his chest.

Burying one hand in my hair, he tips my head back to expose my throat.

“Can I?” he rasps.

I’m barely coherent enough to think about anything other than the thick head of his cock slipping inside me, the urgenttug of magick commanding me to get closer. But one look at his bared fangs makes his meaning more than clear.

“You want to… bite me?”

“Yes.” A pulse of heat in the magick between us. A drag of fangs against my skin. “I want to mark you so everyone knows you’re taken. So they know you’ve been claimed.”

His hips shift another inch, cock sinking deeper, and I moan, cling to him, arch my neck to give him better access.

“Yes, you can bite me.”

He growls his satisfaction, but doesn’t strike. Not yet.

Finn works himself into me in a series of deep, steady thrusts, until his knot is pressed against me.

He pulls almost all the way out and thrusts forward again, and again, his other hand snaking down between us to find my clit. All the while he keeps his fangs at my throat—a promise.

Ether swirls, and I can’t tell how much time has passed—a few seconds, maybe, or hours, eons. There’s nothing but me and Finn and pleasure. The magick of our bond and the steady thrust of him inside me, his muscles working beneath my worshiping hands, my climax building higher, tighter, until—

“Tell me,” Finn groans. “Tell me who you belong to, Soleil.”

“You.” I grip his horns hard, pull him in until the tips of his fangs are just this side of breaking the skin. “I belong to you, Finn.”

With one final thrust, his knot pushes inside me and his fangs sink into my throat.

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