Demonic Love

Chapter 3

My mate sat in a chair, glaring daggers of anger and ice towards me. Last night one of our camps had been attacked and I have to go assess the damage and make sure the injured are seen too properly. I then informed Raven of the war and the part I would be playing it. I had expected her to scream and possibly throw something since she now had one hand to use. Instead she sat in there glaring at me.

"Please say something," I pleaded, the silence killing me as I packed my bag. She huffed, "I know why it's so important, I just hate the fact you're going without me!" I was dumbfounded, "What?" "I want to be fighting by your side, not staying my ass here," she said, anger dripping with each word. I smiled softly and kissed her forehead, "I need you here to run things while I'm a way." "But we haven't had my coronation, who knows how many of them will look at me like I'm the Queen," she sighed. "They will," I assured her.

She then let her anger leave her, "Please come home to me alive." Her voice broke as she spoke. "I will do my best," I won't promise her because I am a man of my word and there is no possible way of knowing for sure that I will live at the end of this war. But I can do my best.

I kissed her lips softly but she wanted more than that. The beast within me, gladly complied to give it to her. It had been clawing at my control, wanting to just take her every time we saw her. It wanted to make her forget what those other men felt like, remind her she was ours. I've been on edge since we mated, wanting to continue where we had left off. The frenzy of our mating wanted me to take her, make her scream my name, unable to walk for the next couple of days.

She nipped my bottom lip and I growled softly. "When do you leave," she asked me, her voice dripping with lust. "Sunrise," I growled. "Good," she said before she tackled me, as if she had let her own control snap. She was straddled over me, her lips on mine. "Make me forget Azia," she whispered against my lips. "Make me only know what it feels like when you touch me."

My control snapped and I tore her clothes to shreds. My hands went to her full breasts and she began to grind on my hard erection, her juices soaking my pants. I flipped her on to her back, my hand grazing over her wing. She arched and moaned, my name like a prayer on her lips. I felt the beast with in me stir, but I held him back. "Don't," she said breathlessly as she looked at me. "Don't hold any part of you back." "You won't be able to walk tomorrow," I told her, my beast at the seems. Her smile was wicked, "Good."

I let my control drop letting her feel both man and beast as I kissed her. She took out the leather strap holding my hair back so she could properly bury her fingers in my hair. I growled as she tore my clothes, neither of us wanting to play. It had been too long since I was last buried myself in her. I wasn't gentle as I pounded orgasm after orgasm from her sweet, delicious, body. When I came, I wasn't done.

I wasn't going to stop until we both shook from exhaustion. She was my beautiful mate and I don't know how long I would be without her. I wanted to get as much of her taste as I could. Her nails clawed at me as she let her magic loose, the beautiful rays of her light shinning brightly. I let my own darkness mix with her light. She was the light that saved me from the eternal dark and loneliness that I had been in for centuries.

When I came I pulled out and flipped her on to her stomach lifting her hips, only giving her a second before slamming into her, balls deep as I let the beast have full control. It was rough yet gentle making her scream and claw up the carpet. When we came we both panted, covered in sweat. I began trailing kisses over her wings, causing her to shiver.

"You're so insatiable," She moaned. I smiled, "Only for you." I pulled out and rolled her over. I kissed her softly, pushing into her again. This time it was soft, filled with soft moans and growls as we caressed one another to the point of breaking in each other's arms.

We laid on the floor, wrapped around each other, slowly falling asleep.

I woke up at sunset, her mouth on my cock. I groaned and looked down at my mate. Her green eyes glittered with mischief as she sucked and tasted me, not once breaking eye contact. I came when I hit the back of her throat. Then I tackled her my lips on her, "Who's the insatiable one now?" She giggled and the sound alone had me wanting to be buried in her. But first, I was hungry. I kissed my way down her body lazily despite the roaring hunger I felt.

I kissed the lips of her womanhood before enjoying the taste of her sweet nectar. She began to grind herself against my tongue, unable to help herself. Her sweetness was like an addictive drug. I wanted to taste more, so I pulled a couple more orgasms from her until her legs shook. I was still hungry but this small taste would do for now.

I sat up on my knees, taking in the sight of my beautiful mate. She doubted her beauty due to the new scars covering her body, but I didn't care if it took my last breath, I will prove to her she is beautiful. My eyes went to hers and I saw nothing but love and lust in them. I crawled over her, placing my lips to the scar on her jawline before making my way down. I kissed and caressed every single one of her scars murmuring soft, sweet words to her.

She was my beautiful queen. My goddess, and there was nothing I wouldn't do for her.