Page 19 of His Little Devil
Silver Forest will be my bride.
CHAPTER FIVE
SILVER
Ifeel a pull in my heart when Luke asks me to marry him. I never pictured being proposed to like this. Closing my eyes, I listen to him tell me what he sees for the future, and I can’t say that I hate it either.
Do I want to be his broodmare? Fuck no, but I have always wanted to be a mom. Though I worry I won’t be a good one, since I no longer have a soul.
Opening my eyes, I nod. I was going to actually say yes, but he kisses me before my lips can part and I can speak the words.With a swipe of his arm, he shoves all the dishes and cutlery aside, not caring when glass shatters onto the floor. Then he pushes my chair back, grabs me, and tosses me onto the table in front of him.
“Now, since you're being a good girl, I'll get back to my breakfast,” he says, then winks and lowers his head between my legs.
The lingerie that Layna laid out for me doesn’t offer much coverage, and with one tug on the side, Luke has my second pair of panties shredded. I gasp then moan as his hot tongue circles my clit.
“Mmm,” I sigh, and he rubs his scruff against my thighs. He works me up again until I’m wiggling and can’t sit still. He better let me come this time, or I may stab him in his monster cock with a dull fork.
“You taste like the perfect sin, Little Devil,” he coos, and I shout out when a sticky substance drizzles along my center.
“Did you just pour honey on me?” I whimper, and he laughs, licking up the mess he made.
“So sweet,” he groans, and my eyes roll back. I’m so close…
“Fuck, Luke,” I shout, and he sucks my clit harder, making one orgasm roll into the next. “Please, please,” I sob when he doesn’t let up.
“One more, Little Devil,” he growls, thrusting his fingers inside of me as I’m still clenching. I don’t know how many fingers he’s using, but I feel so full.
“So fucking tight. I’m going to stretch you out so you can take my cock like my good little slut.” My back arches, and I can feel myself gushing all over my thighs, his face and fingers. All that build up from this morning makes me tingle and I sigh, stretching my arms above my head with a smile.
The room starts to spin, and sparks fly above my head, before everything goes dark.
“What the hell?” I shout as Luke laughs and footsteps sound through the room. There is a faint glow through some heavy curtains, but I can’t see anyone.
“Well, that’s one way to get my attention, cousin,” a man with a deep voice says. I yelp, quickly trying to close my legs and cover myself when some candles are lit. Luke grips my hips, spreading me wider, and a man comes closer to us.
“Don’t worry about being modest with me, love. I’m an Incubus,” he says, and my eyes widen as I watch his gaze turn blood-red. My core clenches, and I moan.
“Cut the lust, Kane. We have shit to do today, and you’ve eaten enough,” Luke growls, then stands from his chair and leans down to give me a dirty kiss.
“It was nice meeting you, my queen. I’ll be off. Many to torture, some to kill,” he mutters and walks off.
“Well, he’s an interesting character,” I say, breathless, and Luke grunts.
“Yes, well, he’s family, and about the only man I trust around you. So I would say you should try to get used to him, but you can never truly get used to Kane,” he mumbles, then scratches his face and offers me his hand.
“How about I run us a bath, and then we can take a nap? We have a busy night ahead of us.”
I nod and let him lead me back to our bedchambers. I’m glad he’s with me because I would get completely lost in this place. It’s nothing like the cottage. I don’t know if I will ever consider this place home.
ARROW
Light shines in from Wellson’s window, and it pulls me out of a weird dream.
Luke and Silver were fucking on top of a table, covered in breakfast foods.
Fuck, I'm exhausted, my dick is hard, and I need to eat.
My back aches, and I know that I need to leave this room, shower, and sleep in my actual bed, but I can’t leave him. I’m close to saying fuck everything and move in here with Wellson.