contact, he hissed in a breath between his teeth.
Moisture beaded the crown, a maddening hint of the ejaculation his mate would give him. Catching her sultry gaze, he commanded her, “Use it.”
Lila whimpered when his ridiculously big dick pressed down on her.
Her bunched-up skirts kept her from getting a look at it—and maybe that was a good thing.
When she felt his searing flesh throb against her, she moaned, “It’s so hot.” She writhed, rubbing her slick pussy along his shaft.
Wait . . . was he pierced? She undulated again, perceiving uniform ridges along the underside, like metal barbells. They felt unbelievable. “Oh, my gods!” Her release grew closer, her moisture spreading over him.
His eyes were fully black. “More.” His wings extended, his magnificent body gone rigid with tension.
She gave him more—rocking faster and faster with short snaps of her hips.
His jaw slackened as he watched her. “Can’t even see your movements . . . just a blur! What the fuck . . . are you doing . . . to me?” He sounded dazed. “Ahh! Use it, Lila. Use it to come.”
She did, uncaring of anything but her approaching orgasm. At this point, she would’ve let him shove that pierced dick inside her.
Between ragged breaths, he said, “About to come! It’s so good . . . so fucking good. Do not stop.” His length pulsated over her.
With a moan, she increased the tempo.
In Demonish, he rasped, “You make me insane. Madden me! Never get enough of you. Never.”
The ground rumbled; pillars of stone erupted behind him! His horns and wings cast wicked shadows against that backdrop.
He was godlike. A primordial in the throes.
She felt like she was witnessing something forbidden, something no mere Lorean like her should see.
Just as the thought occurred, he grated, “You are my mate. Mine.” His eyes held a proprietary gleam. “For all time. Mine to pleasure and possess.”
“Oh, gods, oh, gods.” His words pushed her past the brink. “I’m going to—”
Bliss engulfed her body.
Wet.
Scorching.
Boundless.
Her head thrashed as she dug her fingers into the grass. His beastlike growls ratcheted up her orgasm till she couldn’t contain her screams. . . .
“Yes, Lila, yes!” He could barely believe what he was seeing—his female mindless from lust.
Her screams rang in his ears, the sweetest sound he’d ever heard. She bucked and writhed, using his cock to draw out her ecstasy.
First time to come with my mate. He was going to release so hard he feared for his sanity. “Fuck, female!” Too hard. Too crazed—
The scent of her orgasm wrenched his culmination from him.
A godsdamned detonation.
“AHHHH!” His muscles seized. His back bowed. The ravaging pleasure forced a roar from his lungs. Waves of it made his body quake like his lands. “Lila!”
The dimension shook. Over and over and over . . .
A final groan. A last shudder. Nigh comatose, he collapsed to his side.
“Abyssian?” she murmured.
Head lowered against her chest, he raised a finger. “Moment.” He tried to keep his weight off her. To catch his breath. To right his mind.
He’d known that pleasure with a mate was far different from a meaningless round with any other female. He’d heard males boasting about the sexual fortune a fated one had brought them. He’d predicted that coming with Calliope would be an experience like no other.
But this . . . this was like every release over his lifetime had combined into one—then been multiplied exponentially.
He reached down and swiped his thumb over the head of his cock, shocked at the amount of pre-cum he’d produced for her.
Soon she would free his seed; if he didn’t go crazed in the process, all would be well.
After this encounter, nothing could keep him from enjoying more of her sizzling passion. He would go to any lengths to have her in his bed. And he needed her not to escape again.
As he fastened his pants, an idea arose. She’d asked him if there was anything she could do to prevent him from attacking Sylvan. As a matter of fact, firebrand . . .
His allies would be furious, but in time, they would understand—
Sudden pain flared in his head. “Damn it, woman!” She’d bashed him in the skull with a rock.
TWENTY-EIGHT
Lila had just scrambled to her feet when his hand clamped her ankle.
Yank. He snatched her back, catching her before she hit the ground. “You little witch!”
Despite this confusing detour with Abyssian, she still needed to escape. “No! Let me go!” She couldn’t believe she’d just gotten off with the universe’s primordial demon. “If you