Page 90 of His Little Devil
“What the hell was that?” he roars after creating a bubble just for us two, so no one can hear.
“What was what?” I ask softly, looking up at him and batting my eyelashes. The perfect picture of innocence.
Luke's nostrils flare and smoke escapes as his eyes shift from slitted to normal. I reach up and run my fingers along his lips as he snarls.
Oh, he's big mad. Well, two can play at that game. Maybe he'll punish me after. My panties are soaked, and I know he can smell it.
“Little Devil,” he growls and I smile, licking my bottom lip before biting down on it.
Luke stands, tossing down his napkin that was covering his lap, then waves his hand, pushing my chair away from the table.
I spread my thighs, not caring who is around us. Right now I need him. Crave him.
Mumbling a spell I know, the area around us turns to black smoke, shielding us.
Lifting my leg, I place my heeled-foot onto his shoulder, showing him the thin lace that's keeping us apart.
“Praise me, Little Devil. You are perfect,” he grunts, dropping to his knees and praying at my altar.
“Oh, Luke,” I moan as he licks me with his slitted tongue. I have begged him to fuck me in his true form, but he said it would rip me in two.
“Such a naughty Little Devil. I should punish you. Push you to your knees and fuck that bratty mouth. Not give you any pleasure,” he says, pulling away from me and standing, unbuttoning his pants.
I lick my lips at the visions he’s planting into my mind. I'm panting by the time he snaps his fingers, moving us to our bed.
Our cat is there and hisses as I almost land on him. I really need to name him something. I've been calling him ‘Grumpy’ lately.
Maybe I'll just keep that.
Jumping off the bed, his tail twitches and he meows loudly. Luke waves his hands, muttering something and Grumpy disappears from sight.
I gasp, and smack his chest. “Where did you put him?” I am worried that Michel may be getting a snack.
“Don’t worry, he’s safe,” Luke says, then leans down and kisses my neck to my chest, showing me some much needed attention. I arch my back and give him more room to explore.
“These piercings may be the death of me, Little Devil,” he groans, dipping lower and biting one.
“Ah,” I shout as he shifts us and grinds his large cock against my soaked panties. I close my eyes and concentrate on the material, wishing them gone.
Luke grunts as the tip of his cock slips inside my tight channel. “Playing dirty are we,” he grumbles and I smile, biting my bottom lip until a drop of blood appears. Luke’s nostrils flare as he attacks my mouth with his.
Time for playing is over as he thrusts into me hard, causing the room to explode in stars as it always does when we connect. I asked Kane what it meant, and he said it can happen when true soulmates fuck.
I once thought I had three other perfect people, but maybe Luke was right all along and he is my one true mate.
“We need to discuss Shayna,and why she’s here,” Luke says, stepping out of the shower. After fucking me dirty he claimed he needed to clean me up, but the cum dripping between my thighs is proof that didn’t happen.
He seems obsessed with breeding me lately, and I love it. I almost crave it now.
“What do you mean?” I ask, moving over to the bathtub to soak my sore muscles. I don’t think I will ever get used to Luke and the size of his cock.
“There was an attack at the Academy. A lot of witches were massacred. Shayna is here for protection. I also thought you may like having a young girl here to keep you company,” he says, leaving me to bathe and moving into the closet to get dressed.
I love that he doesn’t use his powers for little things and dresses himself. Though I have caught Thimon a time or two trying to clothe him.
“Are Jade and Clara okay? What about the guys?” My heart begins to race, and I pray Luke can’t hear my panic. He’s more jealous than I am at times. I know I left that world behind me, but I still care… a little I think.
I have my fleeing moments. I can tell that I’m getting darker every day. My humanity is leaving me, but I still have times where a thought or memory will hit me and I want to fall to my knees.