Awakened by a Demoness by Felicity Heaton Page B

started between her thighs and she wriggled them as she sucked him, loosened her hold enough that he could make gentle thrusts into her mouth. His fingers tangled in her black hair, bunched it up into his fist, and then he tightened his grip further, seizing control again.
    Naughty angel.
    She chastised him by nipping the head of his cock with her blunt teeth and he barked out a moan, plunged deep between her lips, his hips off the bed as he shook beneath her. She kissed it better, lapping at his sensitive flesh before tonguing his slit, drawing another deep moan from his lips. The salty tang of his seed filled her senses and she moaned as she sought more, teased him mercilessly with her tongue until he gave up another drop.
    Rey’s hand in her hair tightened further, tugging at it, but she didn’t feel the pain as she drew his cock back into her mouth and her hand joined it, gripping his shaft and moving in time as she brought him to the edge.
    He grunted and moaned, rocked into her mouth as much as he could with her holding him, and she felt his frustration mounting just as hers had, his need spiralling beyond his control.
    “Asteria,” he groaned and his face screwed up in pain, his free hand latching onto the top of the wooden headboard. His entire body tensed as he gripped it, rocked into her mouth and held her hair, guiding her on his cock. “More.”
    She sucked him hard on the way back up, wrapped a hand around his balls and gave them a tug as she reached the tip.
    His hips shot up off the bed, cock thrusting deep into her mouth, and his deep primal male roar echoed around the room as he spilled inside her, shooting thick jets of seed that she swallowed as she suckled him, taking everything he gave.
    His length throbbed wildly, his breathing ragged in her ears as he shook beneath her.
    As he slowly sank down against the mattress, his hand going lax in her hair, she followed him, kept licking and teasing him, drawing out his climax because she had the oddest sensation, a notion that she couldn’t shake.
    It had been his first.
    That disturbed her. Not because Rey was a virgin, but because that sensation coupled with the ones she’d had about being able to tell that he needed her and being compelled to satisfy him, and the fact she hadn’t felt in control in her own damn dream had made something click.
    She lifted her head and looked up at the devastatingly gorgeous man who was smiling down at her, a lazy edge to it as his gaze turned hooded and he relaxed, sated at last, and that sensation she had tried to deny grew stronger, terrifying her.
    Fuck no.
    He couldn’t be.
    Asteria shot up in bed, trembling and aching, still flushed from the pleasure she had experienced in her dream.
    Their
dream if what had transpired was anything to go by.
    She hadn’t felt in control because Rey had been in control. It had been his dream she had fallen into on succumbing to sleep. He had been dreaming of her, something that often happened when a demon found their mate. It was her potential bond to him that had triggered his dream of her, and when she had fallen asleep at the same time as him, she had made it real.
    Too real.
    She leaped out of bed and ran straight to the tiny bathroom of her room in the tavern, skin tingling and body somehow aware that the object of its desire was only a few floors away from her. Still dreaming?
    She wasn’t going to hang around to find out.
    She showered quickly, dressed even faster in her corset, tartan skirt, stockings and boots, and practically bolted out of the door. She thundered down the stairs in the tavern, squeezed through the crowd in the public bar area, and hit the cobbled road at a dead sprint. She banked right, following the busy street straight through the witches’ district to the stairs carved into the cavern wall that would lead her to the surface.
    She would intercept the half-breed at the gates and get this mission over with and her arse back to Hell. It was the only way