Claimed by a Demon King

by Felicity Heaton

  The kiss was soft and gentle, melting her bones and burning away her reservations. She wrapped her arms around his neck and turned up the heat, sweeping her tongue across his lower lip and darting it inside when he opened to her. He moaned and slanted his head, and she mimicked him, deepening the kiss.

  Thorne palmed her buttocks and she moaned into his mouth, tunnelled her fingers into the russet-brown waves of his hair and held on to him. She needed more. She wrapped her arms around his head and her hands brushed his horns.

  He growled.

  Sable groaned and curled her fingers around his growing horns, pulled his head back and kissed him harder.

  More.

  Wait.

  She forced herself back and looked down into his eyes. They burned like fire, scorching her, and she wanted to kiss him again. She couldn’t.

  “Why are you stopping?” he husked, a pained and confused look on his handsome face. “Do you mean to slap me again?”

  She would have laughed at that had her reason for stopping not been so serious.

  “No… just… what if I hurt you?” Her focus switched to her wrist. It wasn’t even tingling right now. It felt normal, but that didn’t reassure her. It had felt normal in the moments before she had burned a demon to ashes with her bare hands too.

  “Do you feel now as you did then?”

  Sable shook her head. “No. Back then, I could almost feel my death coming at the hands of those demons. Right now… I feel… I feel safe.”

  His eyes widened and she was thankful he didn’t say anything about her revelation. He did make her feel safe, and loved, but he also drove her crazy and made her want to punch him at times too.

  “You will not hurt me, Sable.” He craned his neck and lowered his hands, so she slid down his body.

  The hard ridges of muscle on his torso rubbing against her stomach and breasts wrecked her concentration and shoved her fears out of her mind.

  She would stop if her wrist hurt.

  And only then.

  Sable kissed Thorne again and wrapped her legs around his waist. He turned with her, and she had a flashback of their last vision. She tensed and he stopped with her back barely millimetres from the wall.

  “No biting,” she whispered against his lips and he groaned, the sound pained as it echoed around the small stone room. “Swear it.”

  “I swear it,” he ground out and kissed her again, pressing her back against the wall with the force of it. He broke the kiss and rested his forehead against hers, his breath hot against her buzzing lips as he spoke. “If you want it though… if you even think about it… I will not be able to stop myself… you understand?”

  She nodded. She did. His instincts said to claim her and he could sense her, knew her feelings. If she thought for a moment about the delicious feel of his fangs in her throat…

  Thorne growled again, flashing fangs this time. “Sable.”

  “Sorry.” She captured his mouth in a kiss and drove all thoughts of biting from her mind, her hands shaking against his shoulders as a small sliver of fear snaked through her.

  Thorne kissed her harder and palmed her bottom, his fingers pressing deep into her flesh. She moaned and ran her hands over his arms, quivering over the feel of his muscles beneath them, all hard and straining. She wanted to kiss and lick every wicked inch of him.

  He snarled at her when she broke the kiss and it became a moan as she licked his lips, teasing them. She kissed her way along his strong jaw, his whiskers scratching her lips, and then down his throat. The temptation to bite was strong but she denied it, afraid that it would only coax him into biting her and that would lead to him doing something far more damaging.

  She swirled her tongue in circles instead, working her way downwards and then across his shoulder. She did bite now, little nips that tore growls from her demon king and made him hold her harder, clutching her against him and pinning her to the wall with his body.

  Sable kissed over his shoulder and slowed as Thorne mimicked her, each delicious lick and nip of his teeth making her tingle. He lifted one hand from her backside and brushed the strap of her tank top aside, and paused.

  “You wear no other garment beneath this top,” he murmured against her skin, his moist breath fanning the flames already burning within her. She smiled at how antiquated he sounded, so noble and kingly, and oh so hot for her.

  “I was in bed.” She couldn’t resist adding, “Naked.”

  He groaned and ground against her, and bit out something harsh. Leather trousers could be a pain. She had thrown her combats on for comfort but he evidently didn’t have looser fitting clothing.

  Sable squeezed her hand between them and ran her hand over the bulge in his leather trousers.

  Thorne dropped her like a hot potato and was three feet away from her in a heartbeat.

  It hit Sable like a tonne of bricks.

  He might be wicked in her dreams, a man made for wild nights between the sheets, but in the real world, it was a whole different matter.

  So much for her worries about the court whores.

  Thorne breathed hard and fast, his chest heaving with the exertion. His horns curled, flaring forwards, and his nostrils flared as he compressed his lips.

  Sable sauntered over to him, swaying her hips a little for effect, luring his gaze down to them. He swallowed hard.

  There was only one way she was going to do this.

  Metaphorically speaking, she was going to push him in the deep end.

  CHAPTER 13

  Sable took hold of Thorne’s hands, slipped them under her little black top and placed them over her bare breasts.

  A bolt of heat lanced him and he growled, his lips peeling back off his fangs, and palmed the soft warm globes. His already aching shaft throbbed against the tight confines of his leathers, pulsing with need that pushed him, relentlessly driving him towards desperation and a point when that need would overcome him and all restraint would shatter, leaving him a slave to his baser hungers.

  He wanted to see her breasts, to kiss and lick, and devour her creamy flesh and rosy buds until she cried out his name and pleasure wracked her.

  He wanted to please his female.

  He grabbed her around the waist with one arm, eliciting a squeal from her, leaned her backwards and shoved her top up with his other hand. His lips claimed her left nipple and her squeal became a moan as he pulled hard on it, swirling his tongue around the bud.

  He had wanted to hide it from her, but the knowing look that had flickered in her golden-brown eyes when she had tried to touch him and the rigid control he had sworn to maintain had shattered beneath the weight of his inexperience, told him that she was aware of it. He cursed himself again for succumbing to the jolt of fear that had shot through him, sending his heart leaping violently into his throat and him leaping away from her.

  He was inexperienced in this world, lacked knowledge that she possessed, but he would show her that he could make the dreams they had shared into reality. He would prove to her that she had no reason to doubt his abilities as a lover and as a male.

  Thorne pressed his fingers into her side as he suckled, each hard tug pulling a moan from her delicious lips. He wanted to kiss them again, savour them for hours this time, but he also didn’t want to leave her breasts.

  Sable ran her hands over his shoulders and wriggled against him, her frustration coming through the growing link between them, a connection that they had created in their last vision. He hadn’t thought it possible to claim her, not in a dream, but he had come close to doing just that. He had begun the mating process. They had begun it. She had hungered for his bite and he had been all too willing to give it to her, to penetrate her sweet pale flesh with his fangs and taste her.

  He yearned to do it again and cursed his vow of restraint.

  He wanted to claim her while desire maddened her and she was lost in her pleasure, before she could consider what was happening and was powerless to resist. He couldn’t though. He would
not do it against her will. He wanted her, ached for her to be his, but it had to be on her terms. All he could do was show her that it would be worth it.

  She rubbed her legs together and he knew she sought to make the most of the pressure building between them—pressure he had created.

  “Thorne,” she murmured and he drew back and stared down at her. She swallowed and trembled in his arms. His beautiful female. Desire coloured her eyes, turning them into liquid pools of dark gold. Her lips parted and she husked, “Touch me.”

  He paused to absorb that request leaving her lips, to revel in how she responded to him now, seeking his touch and his kiss, giving herself over to him. Her expression turned frustrated and he sensed her rising need. He frowned, his own hungers coming to the fore, and ran his red gaze down her body, seeking the area that needed his attention.

  He released her top and shifted to one side, keeping her bent over backwards and easily supporting her with his other arm. He skimmed his fingers down her torso and she shivered beneath the light caress.

  “Thorne.”

  He lowered his gaze and his hand at the same time, and she arched and moaned as he covered her mound, palming her through her trousers. She rocked into his touch and he felt her need. It pounded through him, a demand he couldn’t ignore. She needed more. She needed him.

  “My little fated mortal needs,” he growled and fisted the material blocking his way to her.

  She grabbed his hand, stopping him before he could rip her trousers away.

  “Reality… remember,” she said in a desire-drenched whisper. “Buttons are good.”

  He watched as she popped them all for him, slowly revealing more smooth, toned skin for his hungry gaze. He ached to replace her hands with his own and know his female intimately at last. When she had tackled the final button, he knocked her hands away and half groaned half growled as he slid his free one into her trousers.

  She wore no undergarments here too. He shot her a curious glance.

  “I said I was in bed… naked.” Her sultry smile hit him hard in the chest and sent heat rocketing down to his groin.

  “Want you naked.” He pulled her up and shoved her trousers down before she could argue.

  He tore her boots off and tossed them across the room, bowling over several candles. Sable closed her eyes and turned her head slightly away. Why? She felt different, unsettled.

  Was she thinking about their location? The statue honoured his parents but they were not buried here. They were in the crypt below with the rest of his ancestors.

  He pulled her trousers down and threw them aside. He would take her mind off it. Before long, his little female would not be able to think at all.

  Thorne lifted her again, clutching her bare backside, and growled as he walked with her to the stone wall. She was hot against him, scalding his hands, making him want to touch more of her, until she had branded her name on his flesh and they were one at last.

  She tensed and shivered as he pressed her against the wall.

  “It’s chilly,” she said and Thorne shoved her further up it and dropped to his knees at the same time. “Forget I mentioned it… don’t you dare move from there.”

  He had no intention of moving from this spot at her feet, at least not until he had tasted his female and she had screamed his name in pleasure.

  He pushed her long toned legs over his shoulders, his hands supporting her backside, and looked up at her. The desire and hunger in her eyes heated him through and he could sense that same feeling flowing through her, chasing away the chill of the stone against her back.

  He stared up at her—his everything—the woman he would die without. Her expression softened and she reached down and stroked his brow and then his cheek, holding his gaze.

  Thorne inhaled deeply and caught the scent of her desire rolling off the neat dark curls at the juncture of her thighs. His body hardened painfully, cock throbbing against his tight trousers. He needed to taste her. Could no longer deny that hunger.

  “Want to taste you now.” His tone brooked no argument, showing her that she couldn’t stop him, not this time. She gasped as he delved between her thighs, plunging his tongue into her soft folds.

  Sable arched away from the wall and grasped his horns, her legs falling open.

  He licked her from core to nub and back again, each hard stroke followed by a soft one. She writhed against his face, her hands tugging at his growing horns and her wildness intoxicating him.

  “Thorne,” she murmured, her head tipped back and shoulders pressing hard into the stone. She looked delicious like that and tasted like Heaven. “Don’t stop.”

  He growled against her. She gasped, moaned and rocked harder, lost in an urgent need for release that he could feel pounding through him, demanding he sate it. Thorne swirled his tongue around her aroused nub, teasing the bud, and her breath hitched in her throat, her body twitching as she came alive for him.

  “Taste like ambrosia,” he rumbled against her, holding her gaze to show her that he was serious and he had died and gone to Heaven.

  She tightened her grip on his horns, a blush burning across her cheeks as she steered him lower. He growled and spread her with his thumbs, his fingers pressed deep into her buttocks.

  She bit her lower lip as he speared her with his tongue, thrusting it deep into her channel, mimicking sex. Her need slammed into him through their connection, filling his head with her deepest desires and flooding him with a sense of her thoughts. She wanted him inside her.

  His horns grew in her hands.

  His ears flared back.

  Sable looked down at him, or more precisely his back, and groaned. The skin on his back was writhing, the two long scars where his wings hid shifting. They wanted out. She moaned again, flexing against him, and he shared her thoughts, knew she relived their first joined dream and how his wings had burst free when he had been above her, inside her, possessing all of her.

  “Thorne,” she moaned and he licked upwards and flicked her bud with the tip of his tongue. She gasped and undulated her hips, riding his tongue, shivering with each brush and swirl. “More.”

  He shifted one hand lower and she stilled. “Want to be inside you.”

  “Be gentle,” she whispered and he knew her fears too. She didn’t need to worry. He would keep control and keep his claws in check for her. He would never hurt her.

  “Always.”

  She smiled down at him, her pleasure flowing through him, telling him that his female liked to hear such things. He would tell her other sweet things if she would listen and it wouldn’t drive her away from him. He would tell her of his feelings for her and how she had captivated him, and not because she was his destined mate.

  He would have fallen for her beauty and spirit had she not been his fated one.

  He slowly inserted one finger into her, wiping the smile from her face and replacing it with a moan of bliss. She was hot and wet, slick against him and scalding him, making him want to venture further. His own groan joined hers as he moved deeper and then withdrew, pressing his finger over her a rougher spot as he did so.

  A loud moan left her lips.

  “My female enjoys this.”

  “No shit.”

  Thorne grinned at her profanity and the feelings roiling within her, and within him.

  He delved his tongue between her petals again as he pumped her slowly with his finger, taking her higher with each stroke and each swirl, and him with her. She tipped her head back again and rocked on him, no longer in control of her actions, her body taking the lead as she sought release. He loved that moment when it seized control and how she responded so sweetly to it, giving in to the wildness that lived within her and giving herself over to pleasure.

  He groaned again and licked her harder, thrust deeper, needing more of her as his cock throbbed against his leathers, tight with a need to be inside her as his finger was. He wanted to feel her with it, to slowly bury his length in her and have her wet heat encasing h
im, linking them as one.

  She cupped her breasts, ripping another moan from him, the sight wicked and wonderful and threatening to push him over the edge with her. She tweaked her nipples, arching into her touch and tightening around his finger.

  He thrust it deep into her and suckled her at the same time and she froze, her mouth open on a silent scream as she shattered. Her body pulsed, hot around him, alive with motion even as she remained tensed and still. He slowly swept his tongue over her, his finger stationary inside her, and moaned huskily as he absorbed every shiver and flex of her body around it.

  He liked to feel her climaxing.

  Thorne drew back and she looked down at him.

  “I want you.” His gaze devoured hers and he knew it was dark with unsatisfied desire and need and that she could feel it in him.

  Fear prickled across their link. “No.”

  His eyes darkened for a different reason and he set her down and rose to tower over her.

  “I won’t go that far with you.” She stood her ground and he almost admired her for it because he could feel that deep inside she already thought about him being inside her, desired it as fiercely as he did.

  Her growing fear calmed his rage though and had him backing down. She looked too vulnerable as she stared up into his eyes, a flicker of uncertainty in hers, and it reminded him that she had been through much this day and had been seeking comfort from him.

  She had made him vow not to bite her and now her eyes and her feelings told him that she feared she would end up desiring such a thing if they took things all the way.

  She was afraid that he would claim her here and now.

  He wanted to, with every drop of blood in his body, but he had sworn to himself that he wouldn’t claim her against her will, and if he bonded with her tonight while she was vulnerable and needed comfort, it would be just that. She would never forgive him come the morning when she was thinking straight.

  He had already scored a victory tonight and would be a fool to push for more.

  It took all of his willpower but he reined in his need to be inside her, but he couldn’t rein in his desire. His body demanded release at his female’s hand.