The Demon Princess and Her Powerful Alpha

A Murder and a Mating

   Ardenti 

     I spent too much time thinking about him. I pushed my softer thoughts down, until they crushed to dust beneath my heel. Valerian threatened everything I valued about myself. I couldn't allow his wiles to soften and sway me. He must die if I hoped to regain my sense of self. Today was the day. His touch would greatly diminish my power and seal away my magic. I brought a dagger with me, sickened to need weapons. I had always been weapon enough. 

    I didn't know where he lived, but that was fine. For whatever twisted reason, being his mate meant I would find him if I tried hard enough. I appeared back on earth not far from where we met earlier. I focused myself and reached out for him. I picked up the trail too quick for my comfort.  

    His energy wrapped around me, cool and calm, peaceful even. The distinct impression of dreams flooded me. He was surely asleep. The pull toward him weakened my resolve, but only for a moment. The princess of Hell could not afford weakness. I closed my eyes and let our damned connection lead me to him. 

    I appeared in his bedroom. The room was warm and wooden with the feeling of a log cabin. A peak out the window, told me I was at least five or six floors up. This was some cabin. I smelled him before I saw him. No one's scent had ever filled my nose so entirely. He was like Egyptian musk and campfire. The smell was homey. If I allowed, I would be caught up in the lusciousness of him. I approached him in utter silence. The dagger gripped in my hand. 

    I had planned to slit his throat, but plunging the blade into his chest would be best, symbolic even. I couldn't claw out the wretched thing growing in my chest but perhaps his heart would serve as a surrogate. Cutting the beating thing from him would free me. I stood next to him; dagger held high. He allured me every bit as much as he had in the woods. The sweet appearance of him relaxed in sleep gave me greater pause than I thought it would. 

    I had to strike now. I couldn't afford to keep looking at him, smelling him, wondering what it would be like to pull the blanket back and crawl into bed beside him. The memory of his kiss plagued me. That alone was dangerous enough. The knife swung down with all the force I could muster. Right before plunging into him, his arm shot out and caught mine. As it had before, his touch bound my magic and dampened my strength. 

    He twisted my wrist sharply. The shock of the pain made me drop my weapon, before I reacted, he threw me on his bed and climbed on top of me. His hands pinned my arms above me head and his hips kept my body from thrashing underneath him. His c**k stood, already hard. "Get the f**k off me." I spit at him. 

    "Quiet Ardenti, you would not want to wake a pack of wolves in your human form. One alpha is more than you want to contend with." He nipped at my ear and his hips ground into me. 

    "I have no human form." I panted beneath him. 

    "If that's so, then where are your horns, my love? Where is your lovely pearl skin, and those enchanting purple eyes?" 

    "Get off me." I spluttered panicked. He traced his tongue along the length of my neck. 

    "It crushed me when you ran from me today. I didn't expect you'd come back for another round." his teeth grazed the tender flesh where my neck and shoulder met. I gasped. 

    "I came here to kill you, wolf." He laughed against my skin as he used his knees to part my thighs. He pressed his erection against me and I had no choice but to push back. 

    "No mate, you didn't. I know who you are, and if you wanted me dead, I would be. Instead, you watched me sleep and made a halfcocked attempt on my life. You needed me to overpower you. You were dying to end up splayed out beneath me. I should have had you on the forest floor." 

    "No." I gasped. He let go of his grip on my hands and moved them down the sides of my face. He skated over my shoulders and across my breasts. My newly freed hands fisted into his gorgeous curls. I intended to rip them out by the root. I meant to fight him, kill him, and destroy the risk. Instead, I pulled his face down and crushed it to my own. That growing thing in my chest would explode out of me, but I didn't care. Touching him was euphoria. 

    He broke our kiss to pull off both our shirts. He removed his pants as I took off my own. No creature existed as exquisite as him. Some part of me screamed to eliminate the threat, but the majority wanted to take this man any way I could. He forced his hot lips back to mine briefly. 

    He dropped his head to my p***y. He pushed that sensuous mouth of his to my core and swept his tongue between the halves opening me to him. The talented appendage swirled over my c**t. I couldn't help but cry out. The pleasure of him on me was unlike anything I ever felt before. 

    I watched him work over me until I started to shake. His strong hands dug into the flesh of my thighs, his tendons standing out. I couldn't bear to watch any longer. As I shut my eyes, he wrapped his lips and tongue around that tight little bud and sucked until I let out a garbled cry of pure ecstasy. He sensed my orgasm building and paused. "Not yet, you gorgeous treacherous creature." 

    He pulled himself back on top of me and put his mouth on my ear. "Your p***y tastes incredible. I can barely stand it, but we're going to come together." 

    "Best of luck." My voice held only a fraction of the derision I aimed for. 

    "I don't need luck, mate, our bodies are made for each other." He grabbed the head of his thick c**k and sunk into me without missing a beat. Pleasure like I never imagined filled me. I was a live wire pulsing with electricity and carnality. He pumped himself into me groaning against my neck. 

    He worked into me with long hard strokes driving me higher and higher with each thrust. I began to tighten around him. "I'm going to c*m, and you're going to come with me. Do you understand?" My body clenched tightly, responding to him in completely unknown ways. 

    He bit into me. My skin gave way beneath his elongated canine teeth. I screamed incomprehensibly as my orgasm tore through me, so strong it may as well have been my first one. Pure instinct drove me. I leaned forward biting into the skin between his neck and shoulder, hard, breaking into his flesh. We laid entwined with one another gently licking each other's respective wounds. His blood tasted amazing. The living thing in my chest buzzed with power and pleasure.