Page 53 of Mending Mayhem

I kissed him harder, reveling in the heat of his mouth and the sensation of his rock-hard dick pressing into my stomach. When I nipped his bottom lip between my teeth, he groaned and lifted me onto the countertop.

I spread my legs so he could fit between them, and he pulled me closer, pressing his groin against me and kissing me like I was his last breath of air. He slid one hand up my back to fist in my hair while he cupped my breast with the other.

With a tug, he angled my neck, giving himself better access to the sensitive spot beneath my ear. His lips grazed my skin before his tongue slipped out, gliding up to my earlobe and raising goosebumps on my arms.

“You belong to me.” His breath whispered across my ear, making me shiver in a good way.

“You’ve got it backwards.” I popped the button on his jeans. “You belong to me.” I reached into his pants and wrapped my hand around his dick.

His breath came out as a hiss. “Yes, I do.”

“You’ll do anything I want you to.” I stroked his length twice, my mouth watering at the contrast of silky-soft skin on his rock-hard girth.

He inhaled deeply, pressing his forehead to mine and closing his eyes. “I will. Anything.”

“Take me to bed.”

“It will be my pleasure.” He lifted me from the counter and carried me to my bedroom, kicking the door shut behind him before lowering my feet to the floor.

I cast a quick silencing spell and pushed him toward the bed, shoving his pants to the floor on the way. He kicked them aside and grabbed the back of his shirt, pulling it forward, over his head, and tossing it onto the pile.

Heat pooled below my navel as I took in the sheer perfection of Mayhem. The dark hair sprinkled across his muscular chest made my fingers twitch to touch him, to follow the trail down his defined abs and take his length into my hand…and then into my mouth. Yes, he was a demon, but he could have been a god.

His deep purple eyes glinted with desire, and when I licked my lips, his pupils dilated.

“Sit down.” I pressed my palm to his chest, and he obeyed, sinking onto the edge of the bed and spreading his legs.

Resting a hand on each of his muscular thighs, I lowered to my knees and looked up at him. His lips parted like he wanted to say something, but when I flicked out my tongue, licking him from bottom to top, his words turned into a moan.

I circled my tongue around his tip before grazing it with my teeth. That earned me a groan as he gripped the edge of the bed. I took his first two inches into my mouth and wrapped my hand around his base.

His stomach clenched as I sucked, taking him in deeper, and the tips of his talons began to protrude from his fingers. I rested one hand on top of his, and he curled it into a fist. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be,” I whispered against his dick, turning his skin to gooseflesh as I licked him. “I love having this effect on you.”

He relaxed his fingers, and as I took him into my mouth as deeply as I could, his talons extended even more. He moaned as I sucked him, and when he rested his clawed hand atop my head, moisture pooled between my legs.

A deep growl rumbled in his chest, and with a sharp intake of air, he tugged my hair, pulling me away from his dick. The purple of his irises bled outward, undulating as it overtook the white, making my pulse sprint.

His nostrils flared, his eyes narrowing, his expression that of a predator about to devour his prey. A trill of fear shimmied up my spine, my body reacting to the imaginary danger of being stared down by a demon.

But this wasn’t just any demon. Mayhem was my demon, and he was about to make me his witch.

I rose to my feet, instinctively taking a step back. Adrenaline coursed through me, heightening my arousal, and as he stood, looming over me, I unbuttoned my jeans, my pulse whooshing in my ears as I shoved them to the floor.

He stepped forward, splaying his fingers. My stomach flipped as I took off my shirt and bra. Another step toward me, and he glided the dull side of a talon across my stomach before hooking the sharp side into my underwear and ripping them off with a flick of his wrist.

My heart pounded so hard, I could see its rhythm in my chest.

With a hand on either side of me, he boxed me in, pinning me against the wall. A hint of tusks protruded from his gums, making me tremble in an oh-so-good way.

I clutched his dick, stroking it as I licked my lips. “I’m not afraid of you.”

I fully expected him to tell me I should be, but he didn’t. His gaze wandered over my face, pausing on my mouth before returning to my eyes. “Good. I don’t want you to be. This is who I am.”

“I know.” I brushed my lips to his and slipped my tongue between the tips of his tusks. They hadn’t fully extended, and they didn’t hinder the kiss at all. In fact, they turned me on even more.

He moaned into my mouth, pressing his body to mine, and I wrapped my arms around him, holding him there. “I don’t think I can hold back much longer,” he said. “I need you.”