Page 63 of Speak No Evil
I take hold of his cock once more. “If you splooge inside of me I really will rip your dick off and give it to Thorne to use as a sex toy.”
Yes, there are contraceptive potions but I haven’t taken one since the lords informed me we aren’t compatible. But now that things might be different,
I’m not takinganychances.
So even though it tastes like burning ass, I’ll get on the potion ASAP. And to double safeguard myself, the lords will only be allowed to come outside of my body.
It’s peace of mind.
Vrahs’s eyes grow wider than I’ve ever seen. “You—” His brow furrows and he’s…
“You mean to say you want me…” He doesn’t finish the sentence. Is the Viking-Warrior-God-Demon-Lord at a loss for words?
Flustered even?
He starts again. “You mean to say you’d prefer if I spilled my essence on you, instead of in you?”
I shrug. “On me, on you, in a sock, doesn’t really matter as long as the baby batter doesn’t get in.”
A shudder wracks through his body. “Jade… You can’t be serious.”
“I am. For the reasons I’ve already stated.” What is his deal?
He takes a breath and brings his mouth to my ear. “Then it would be my absolute delight to cover you in my essence, mate of mine.”
I shudder at his nearness. “Keep it out of my hair.”
He pulls away, and in a flash, his hand is around my neck.
I sigh into the sensation, the bliss of it.
“At your request, Mistress.” He bows his head slightly, then looks up and adds, “Now I plan to fuck you the way only a demon can fuck a demoness.”
My heart rate ticks up several thousand notches, and I have to admit…
I’m a little scared.
Excited.
But absolutely terrified of how much more intense it can get after I already literally died on this man’s cock.
Chapter 16
VRAHS
A FEW MINUTES AGO
Jade’s sumptuous, spicy scent fills the wreckage of her apartment. Even the wind blowing through the shattered windows isn’t enough to disperse her scent. If I weren’t already in my true form, Jade’s warm spices in the air would have pulled it from me. And not just because her scent is exactly what my lesser self finds most irresistible, but because hidden between the layers of warm cloves and sharp anise is the even sharper scent of a demoness.
I slide myself along her seam, watching her face closely before I enter her.
“Fuck,” she moans.
The throaty, desirous sound drives me wild.
I lean a hand against the wall behind her to keep myself grounded. I’ve been with plenty of women of all species. Plenty of men as well.
None have made me crazed as she does. None have made my body react like hers.