“I knew one day you would admit that you wanted me,” Magoth said, still pressing slobbery kisses onto my knuckles. “You’ve made me the happiest demon lord on earth. Take me, my adorably evil one. Take me like a two-bit gigolo! Ride me like a rented mule! b***h slap me as you’ve never b***h slapped before! Only with your tail, because you know how much I love that.”
“I believe that will be enough,” Drake said, taking charge of the situation.
Magoth glared over his shoulder at the wyvern. “Who are you?”
“Drake Vireo, wyvern of the green dragons, and the owner of this house. I am also a friend to Gabriel, and I can assure you he would not appreciate you wiping your lips all over his mate’s hands.”
Magoth got to his feet, still holding my hand, tossing his head and leveling Drake a look th
