Claimed by a Demon King (31 page)

She looped her arms around his neck and went to kiss him again, and he turned his cheek to her.

“Wait,” he said, battling his need to give in to her and claim her mouth again, struggling to focus on another desire.

The one that demanded he bathe her, washing the blood from her skin and making her feel better in the process. She needed a moment of comfort, and he intended to give her one by cleansing her, erasing all signs of what had happened to him and what she had been through, and easing her tired body with the heat of the water.

“I don’t want to wait,” she whispered against his cheek and peppered it with kisses that almost persuaded him that he didn’t want to wait either.

He growled and swept her up into his arms.

“No, put me back down.” She pushed against his chest but he held her tighter, containing her.

He began walking.

“Where are we going?” She looked ahead of him and then swiftly faced him again. Her pupils dilated, the raw need in them calling to him. She had figured out his intention and judging by the desire shining in her eyes and flowing through the connection between them, and the way she relaxed in his arms, she liked his idea.

He carried her into the bright white bathroom and set her down on the small vanity unit.

Thorne arched a brow at the glass cubicle that ran the length of the wall to his right. Not a bath as he had expected. He had thought to lay her in the hot water and sit on the edge of the tub to wash her.

His groin throbbed against his leathers, his balls tightening at the thought of stepping into the shower with her and washing her, running his hands over her soapy body while she explored his.

Would she desire to wash him too?

She was already ahead of him, hopping down from the vanity and sliding the door back so she could enter the cubicle. She reached around and turned a knob on the silver box on the wall. An electric whirring filled the silence and then water burst from the showerhead.

Sable closed the cubicle door, turned her back to it and smiled wickedly.

He was about to ask her what she was thinking when she tugged her t-shirt up, exposing the smooth plane of her stomach and her black cotton bra. He groaned as she removed the bra, revealing her beautiful pert breasts, and his cock pulsed behind his leathers at the sight of her. Everything male in him demanded he go to her and rip her clothes from her body, place her in the shower and make love with her under the water.

He took a step forwards, pulled towards her, drawn by the desire to be the one to strip her down to nothing. She paused with her hands on her belt and looked up into his eyes, her golden ones beguiling, enchanting him as they darkened with desire, need that spoke to him and silently commanded him.

He obeyed.

Thorne grasped her hands and shifted them aside, away from her belt. He unfastened it, popped the button on her combat trousers and eased the zip down. She toed off her boots, kicking them away, and her gaze remained locked on his face, her eyes darkening by degrees as he inched her trousers down, revealing the plain black cotton underwear she wore.

He groaned and pushed her trousers to her knees, falling to his before her. A gasp left her as he showered her stomach with kisses, tasting her soft skin and a trace of his own blood. She ploughed her fingers through his hair and grasped him, holding him to her stomach, as if he would ever leave. He wanted to spend hours here, exploring her with his mouth, learning all the spots that made her gasp and whimper, and quiver for more.

He kissed lower, marking a path past her navel, and ran his palms up the outside of her thighs at the same time. She trembled under his caress, her breath coming quicker, her desire heightening as it flowed through the connection between them. He listened to it, using it as his guide as he trailed his lips down her, edging closer to the waist of her underwear.

She moaned as he palmed her buttocks, gently kneading them one moment and clutching the next as he alternated between soft and hard kisses, between light nips and tender bites.

Thorne hooked his fingers into her underwear and shimmied them downwards, drawing back at the same time so he could drink his fill of her beauty as it was revealed to him. His hungry gaze devoured her, from the soft arch of lean muscle over her hipbones to the dark thatch of curls covering her mound.

The glass behind Sable shuddered as he dropped a kiss on her curls and breathed her in. Her scent drove him crazy, near blinding him with a need to rise before her and devour her mouth as he plundered her body, claiming all of her this time.

He dropped another kiss and she moaned, the sound loud in the small white tiled room, rising above the noise of the running water.

“Thorne,” she husked, her fingers tugging on his hair, and a soft whimper escaped her as she arched towards him.

He growled and delved lower, thrusting his tongue between her feminine lips and tasting her desire. The sweet nectar bloomed on his tongue, flooding his mouth with her flavour and driving him onwards, filling him with a fierce need to possess all of her at last, just as he had in their dreams.

She pulled on his hair again, yanking him upwards. Thorne looked up the length of her and groaned at the beautiful sight. The curve of her back thrust her breasts upwards and their dusky dark buds called to him, making his mouth water and his cock twitch. He wanted to taste her there too. He wanted to lick and nibble her everywhere.

He rose before her and went to drop his mouth to suck the firm peak of her left breast into his mouth but she stopped him with a hand against his chest.

Thorne stared down into her eyes, captivated by the hunger shining in them and the need that echoed through their link.

He kept still as she slowly grazed her hand down his body, her dark pupils expanding as her gaze followed it, devouring his body and making him burn wherever she touched. He shuddered as she ran her fingers through the dark hair that trailed down from his navel and her gaze lifted to his, the blatant want in it ripping a moan from his throat.

Her fingers made fast work of the lacing on his trousers and he tipped his head back, moaning at the ceiling as she slipped her hand inside, running her palm down the full hard length of him. The heel of her hand rubbed the broad head and he sank his fangs into his lip, his hips thrusting forwards against his will.

Sable moaned and shoved his leathers down his hips, over his backside. She dug her nails into his buttocks, another throaty appreciative groan leaving her sweet lips.

“Hell, I love your body,” she whispered and he was about to answer her with a chuckle when she pressed the first kiss to his chest, shattering his ability to speak.

She swirled her tongue downwards and around his right nipple, her fingers clutching his sides and her thumbs pressing into his hips. He groaned, sank his teeth harder into his lip, and frowned as she worked her magic on him. Each swirl, lick and kiss propelled him closer to the edge, until his need for her reached a crescendo, maddening him and pushing at his self-control.

He clamped his hand down on her head, entwining his fingers in her silky black hair, and guided her downwards, towards the place where he needed her most, ached for her attention. She giggled and wrapped her lips around his flesh, sucking the head of his cock.

Thorne growled, the sound ripping up his throat, feral and animalistic, shocking him.

He pushed her down and rocked his hips forwards, gently thrusting into her hot wet mouth.

Her moan vibrated along his hard shaft and her grip on his waist tightened. Her teeth scraped over his sensitive flesh as she withdrew and he shivered, lost in the bliss of her mouth stroking his length, teasing him towards a climax he knew would be earth-shattering, leaving him as boneless and sated as he desired to leave her. He reached for it, rocking into her mouth, giving himself over to the pleasure and letting it take him.

No.

He wanted her to feel pleasure too. He wanted her in his arms this time, their bodies as one, both of them finding bliss together.

He withdrew from her, breathing hard and fighting the urge to let her continue her ministrations, bringing him to climax.

He needed to do things right.

He needed to make Sable his.

“Thorne,” she whispered huskily and tried to lick him again. He held her back, pressing a hand to her shoulder, and she looked up at him through her eyelashes.

He placed two fingers under her chin and made her rise before him, groaning low in his throat as the action revealed her breasts and then the sweet spot between her thighs.

“Want you,” he murmured and caressed her hips, skimming his fingers inwards towards her mound. Her stomach quivered as he slipped two fingers between her petals. Hot moisture coated his fingers, slippery and divine, confirming what he already knew. “You want me too.”

She hesitated and then nodded.

Thorne lost his head.

The shower forgotten, he pulled her to him and turned with her, pinning her against the cold tiles. She moaned and arched forwards, forcing her body against his, every delicious soft inch of her driving him wild with a need to have her, to lift her and wrap her legs around his waist and take her.

He trod on the crotch of her trousers and underwear between her feet and lifted her, pulling her free of the garments. Sable instantly wrapped her arms around his head and kissed him. Her legs looped around his waist and her feet pressed into his buttocks. He growled as she tensed her muscles and forced him towards her. His hard aching cock met soft wetness and his growl became a deep groan.

He grasped her backside, and pinned her to the wall as he kissed her and ground against her, gently rocking into her wet heat, rubbing every inch of her. She moaned whenever the head of his length swept over her sensitive bud and the heat of her increased, ratcheting up his temperature with it.

Thorne couldn’t take any more.

He eased his hips back and Sable broke the kiss, her moist breath puffing against his lips and her chest heaving close to his, her nipples brushing his pectorals.

“Thorne,” she murmured and he knew what she wanted to say, what she meant to ask.

He kissed her again, silencing her before she could put voice to his inexperience. He didn’t need to have slept with a thousand women to know how to make love to her. It was ingrained in him, a primal knowledge that told him how to please his female and how to bring them both to the point of ecstasy.

He would make the passion and pleasure of their dreams a reality.

Thorne released her right hip and grasped his cock. He dropped his hips, raising her higher at the same time, and stared down between them as he ran the head of his length through her wet centre. His heart stuttered in his chest, breathing coming quicker, mirroring Sable’s as she clutched his shoulders and moaned. He glanced at her to find her with her eyes closed and her brow furrowed, speaking of the pleasure that rippled through him.

“Thorne.” It was a moan this time, a plea. A supplication.

Thorne obeyed.

He guided his length lower and his breath hitched as the head nudged into her. She moaned again, her teeth teasing her lower lip, nibbling at the tender flesh.

Thorne breathed harder, steeling himself as he fed his cock into her. She was tight around him, hot and slick. The dreams hadn’t prepared him for the reality of her. His fingers tightened against her buttocks and he inched further into her, a growl rumbling up his throat as he watched his cock slowly disappearing, joining them.

His female.

His fated one.

His Sable.

He felt her gaze on him, burning into his face, and shifted his to meet it. A thousand emotions played out in her eyes and he willingly drowned in them, knowing that all he saw was mirrored in his. The fear, the trepidation, the tenderness, the passion, and the need. He felt everything that she did, experiencing it all with her as he slowly filled her, stretching her tight body to accommodate him.

He released his cock, grasped her other hip, and drove himself the rest of the way into her. A throaty gasp was his reward as she arched in his arms, her eyes closing and fingers pressing into his shoulders.

Mine.

She belonged to him now and he wanted all of her.

He grunted as he withdrew and swallowed her moan as he thrust back into her wet heat. She dug her fingers into his hair and then grasped his left horn as she clung to him. Her heels pressed into his buttocks and he growled at the delicious way she tried to control the pace of his thrusts, her wicked insistence that he move quicker. He gave her what she desired, always ready to please her, to surrender to her command.

She kissed him hard as he made love to her with long, deep strokes that drove her against the wall. Her lips clashed with his, her tongue brushing his one moment and then flickering over his fangs the next.

He groaned when she stroked one with the tip of her tongue, teasing it. His fangs lengthened, filling his mouth, awakening a dark need that he had tried to keep dormant, knowing it would only serve to push Sable away.

He wanted to bite her.

Ached to feel her soft flesh between his teeth and have her blood flowing down his throat.

Hungered to claim her.

Thorne shoved that need to the recesses of his heart and kept it there, held at bay by a more dominant need to pleasure her.

Not frighten her.

“Thorne,” she murmured breathlessly against his lips, her hips rocking into his, riding his cock as much as he was riding her. She clutched him closer, her mouth warring with his as she kept up with her feet, forcing him to thrust deep into her whenever he withdrew.

He groaned, the visible display of the fierce need he could sense in her pleasuring him almost as much as being inside her at last. That she wanted him so much, needed him so intensely that she was a slave to sensation, lost in her quest for release with him, sparked a deep ache in his chest that finally confirmed everything she had told him and he had found difficult to believe.

She desired only him.

She wanted him as much as he wanted her.