Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 22620 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 113(@200wpm)___ 90(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22620 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 113(@200wpm)___ 90(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
I bury my face in the back of her neck, nuzzling her, scenting her, enjoying the feel of my cock still buried in her soft warmth, the barbs holding us knotted together.
“I love you too, Aios,” she whispers, and the words feel like a glimpse of heaven.
We collapse into the mattress, still connected, her head leaning back to my chest, where she can hear my thrumming pulse. The world’s unraveling, but now? Now I’ll burn galaxies for a second more of this.
Chapter 5
Aios
Eve lies beneath me, soft and trembling, her heartbeat wild against my chest. I draw lazy circles over her hip, not to claim, but to soothe. She feels so breakable and yet so fierce. The contrast pulls at something I didn’t know I still had.
“I never knew it would feel like that,” she whispers, voice raw and full of awe. “Now I’m even happier that I bled on that book.”
The sound hits like warmth in a place I thought frozen forever. I lower my face to her throat, graze teeth across her pulse until she giggles, and for a moment, it shocks me. That startled, breathless sound cuts through every century of solitude I’ve carried. I hadn’t known laughter could do that.
“You bled on the book, but you’ve also bled on my cock. That seals us together, my little mate.” My hand drifts lower until it rests across her belly. “I’ll make sure you’re never empty again.”
She turns her face toward me, eyes wide, open. “I want that.”
Hunger sharpens inside me, but so does something gentler. That word again. Love. “Then I’ll fill you again. Not just with need. With a life. With a future. Daddy is who I am to you now. With all that that means.”
She exhales a shaky, content sound and tucks closer. Her trust lands heavier than any human marriage vow.
I study her. Damp lashes, flushed cheeks, the curve of her smile. She is so new to this, to everything, and yet she meets me without fear. The thought of someone else walking in before me twists my gut.
“If another man had found you first, he would have tried to take this. To own what you are.” I shift just enough to remind her what still links us. “Men are built to take what’s soft and waiting.”
She shivers. I nip lightly at her shoulder my desire for her blood undimished.
“I’m happy it was you. Somehow, the fear of what you are makes me want you more.”
“Good. Because you need to know, little witch, that I was born of evil. Goodness and kindness do not naturally live in me. I will possess you. Completely. You are young now, you have been sheltered from the world outside, but you need to understand. If you ever try to leave me, or think there is something better for you out there, I will chain you where you can only serve me. Any human who thinks to lust after you, put eyes on you, will wail and beg for mercy before I let them die.” I reach down and fist her throat, her windpipe a delicate straw in my fierce grip. “If I catch you with someone else,” I gulp down the fire in my throat, “I will show you what a demon can do. Even to his mate. Do you understand, Eve? There are parts of me that will never change.”
“I don’t want anyone else. I’ll never want anyone but you, Aios.”
The sound pulls a low growl from deep in my chest. My phallus barbs finally retreat and I withdraw from her soft heat.
I roll her onto her back, needing to see her face, to feel her welcome me again.
She looks up with quiet confidence, arms sliding around my neck.
“Call me husband.” It’s an order but somewhere inside me, I fear her refusal. It would hurt me in a way I cannot describe.
“Husband.” She smiles and the rain turns to night sun all around us. “Daddy and husband.” I press my mouth to hers, a moment of unfamiliar insecurity nipping at the thumping organ that seems to have grown in my chest.
After all, a kiss is lips and flesh and human warmth.
With me, it is bare teeth, bone, and a cold, slithering tongue that will never forget her flavor.
I breathe and rest my forehead against hers, but she pulls at my neck, lifting her face to mine. The way she accepts me into her mouth makes me understand the human weakness of addiction.
I’ve never wanted like I do with her. Never cared for the feelings of another being outside of taking pleasure in their fear or pain.
But with her, all the demons of my world could not tear me from this kiss.
When I finally pull back, the sweet taste of her saliva covering my mouth, I expect to see revulsion in her eyes. Instead, there’s lust. Trust.