by Eve Langlais
He frog-marched her back toward the bed, but rather than lay her on it, he turned her so that her buttocks pressed into his groin. He murmured against her ear.
“I heard you while I was recuperating.”
“Oh. What did I say?”
“More like what you promised to do.” His hands were deft as they stripped her. When he had her naked, he pushed her toward the mattress.
She crawled slowly onto it, presenting her posterior, warming his groin.
“Are you just going to look?” she said coyly.
His hand rubbed over her butt, and he said softly, “Are you sure I’m what you want?”
“Very sure.”
“I heard your mother while I slept. Your king hasn’t made a final decision.”
“I don’t care. You are my mate.”
“Are we? Mated, that is?” He drew nearer, his hand pushing down his boxers, revealing himself, hard and long and ready.
“In my heart, we always were.”
“We should make it official.”
“How does a demon mate?” she asked.
“I’ll show you.”
He crawled onto the bed behind her, and she remained on her hands and knees.
He ran his hand down the length of her spine, right by the cleft of her ass and then dipping lower.
She caught her breath. He touched her again.
Her head dropped as he slid a finger into her. Then two.
The honey of her sex eased his way and slicked his wet digit over her clit.
Her face ducked low enough that her cheek pressed against the sheet. Her fingers fisted the bed linens while her lush ass presented itself to him.
Luc positioned himself behind her, the tip of him probing. He placed a hand on her shoulder, the other on her hip as he pushed himself into her. Then he slammed his cock into her welcoming sheath, and she felt the wet glove of her sex tightening around him.
“Yes,” she hissed as he pounded into her willing flesh.
He woke her body, and she loved that he wasn’t gentle about it. His passion ran as hotly as hers. As he kept thrusting into her, the tension in her tightened.
He murmured encouragement. “That’s it, my beautiful mate. Sing for me.”
Sing? More like high-pitched cries and ragged breaths as she neared climax.
“Are you ready?” he panted.
“Yes.”
At the moment of ejaculation, he whispered it, that most powerful word of power. A word a demon could only use once in their lifetime. It was binding.
A tie between them.
Pure love in its most beautiful form.
When the spell finished twining, she gasped his name. “Lucifer. I claim you, too.” Then she turned her head and bit the hand on her shoulder.
He yelled. She laughed.
But it was done. A dragon and a demon, mated. The world trembled. However, she didn’t feel it, cuddled in his arms. Her haven from the storms of the future.
Epilogue
Months later…
Elspeth swung high overhead, the specially installed aerie garden in the multi-story gallery well worth the price. It made his dragon mate happy.
If she were happy, then Luc was happy. A simple way to live life. And make no mistake, he was living. Happily, too.
Elspeth balanced on the swinging seat, her lithe yellow body sinuous and graceful, the wings behind her a gossamer ray of sunshine.
Beautiful. To think he’d heard some muttering that her bright yellow was too glaring. Too bold.
Luc called it just right.
Everything about Elspeth was perfect.
With her, he was learning all about this world. Discovering happiness along the way—which, it turned out, wasn’t just in bed. He’d recently discovered licorice. A delicacy he’d decided to hoard in honor of his dragon mate. Although, when Babette asked about their truckloads of deliveries of the stuff, he’d claimed it was for Elspeth’s secret stash.
Elspeth didn’t mind the little lies. According to his mate, she tucked those special things they did together in that mental vault of hers. It became her sanctuary, the place they visited together when one of her dark vision spells hit because he’d encouraged her to wean off the pills. She should never have to hide what she was, just learn to control it.
Especially since more than ever, they needed to see what was coming. They’d weathered one storm, but Luc feared they sat in the eye of another with the worst yet to come.
The future loomed cloudy and uncertain. The winds of fate were whipping. The cracks of possibility all around them.
Soon, they’d see what fork the world entered.
Humanity might be fucked. Maybe even dragons and demons, too, but until then, he’d live and love.
Deep in a desert, the sand trembled. Slid. Slid downward even more as if a stopper had been pulled, and it all ran out.
From within the funnel appeared four shapes atop steeds made of bone. The riders wore armor that absorbed all light. They trotted up the side of that funnel of sand as if gravity did not apply to them; the heavy plods of the hooves making steady progress up the slope.
Across the world, Elspeth trembled against her husband, and suddenly, the many chattering versions of the future went quiet and still.
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The end…you tell me. Should we do one more?
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