The Demon's Queen (A Deal With a Demon, #6)

by Katee Robert

I smile up at Azazel, and I don’t even have to fake it. He’s as beautiful as a model: sun-kissed skin, dark eyes, and stylishly cut dark hair. But it’s more than that. He’s courteous, he seems to listen, and he eats my pussy like he never needs to breathe.

“You want me to be yours for the rest of my life? Darling, I didn’t know you had a marriage kink.”

Even though the world has proven itself cruel and selfish, in my heart of hearts, I simply want someone to choose me, to love me above all others. I’m too old for fairy tales—I have been since I was a child—but some fantasies persist even when you know better.

“No one in the history of the universe has ever calmed down when someone said to calm down.”

“Of course. I’m not drugged or losing my mind; I’m in hell.” I choke out a laugh. “Why didn’t I think of that?” “Not that Christian self-recrimination circle jerk.”

“Tell me your safe word, Azazel.” The snap in her voice makes my cock even harder. My sexual tastes are varied, but Eve fits them all. She always has. She grabs my chin and forces me to meet her furious dark eyes. “Now.” “Apple,” I grit out. “Do you want to use it, Daddy?”

“I don’t want you to stop. Even if you hate me.”

His truly, world-endingly huge cock. Historically, I’ve scoffed at the idea that anyone would be too large to fit, but I truly don’t know how he will without ripping me in half. Good thing I’m in the mood for pain.

“You want to play Daddy and take care of me, Azazel?” I lick the shell of a delicately pointed ear. “Then take care of me.”

I’m still not certain how I managed to keep from fucking her the other night on the dining room table. My need was—is—a live thing inside me, chanting a single word over and over again. Eve. No one else will do.

I want Eve as mine. My ring on her finger if that human ritual is what she needs. Her standing before my people as co-ruler . . .

“You’re going to kill me with this.” He huffs out a strained laugh. “Baby girl, I’ve seen your toys. You can handle it.”

“But I want to fill you up, baby girl.” He leans down and plants a hand next to my hip, his rugged face intense. “Don’t you want Daddy to make a mess of you?”

“You know I only call you Daddy to piss you off.” “I know.” He grins suddenly. “But I’ve decided I like it.”

“I’m ready, Daddy. Make a mess of me.”

“They tried to take you from me.” Her eyes flash. “I’m not yours for someone to take.”

“You’re mine now, Eve.” I palm her pussy, soft and sweet and already wet for me. “You have been since long before you signed my contract.”

“Fuck off.” She laughs, the sound ragged and almost mean. It makes my balls draw up. She’s never been mean to me before. Not when I was a client. I hadn’t realized how much I’d like it.

The urge to slam her down to the hilt is nearly overwhelming, but I’m too busy trying not to orgasm before she has a chance to take me all the way. Letting her be on top was a mistake. She’s too sexy, panting and whimpering as she works to take me. Her belly shakes with each jerk of her hips, and I want to grab her, bite her, mark her as mine in any way she’ll allow. It feels like frenzy, but I’m tense and still.

As she uses me to do it. It’s degrading in the best way possible. I’m a tool for my queen, and fuck if it doesn’t get me off knowing that she came to me when she was in need.

I’m in a magical realm a million lifetimes from everything I know, and I can’t stop jumping on my captor’s cock.

“You’re acting ridiculous,” I snarl. I sweep her into my arms without missing a step, ignoring her cursing protest. “You can barely walk, so I’ll carry you.”

Eve lowers her voice, practically purring. “Poor Daddy. Being perceived is deeply uncomfortable, isn’t it?” All the blood in my body rushes south. I tense. Fuck staying here. If she’s going to speak to me in that tone of voice, I’m going to toss her over my shoulder and haul her gorgeous ass to the nearest clearing to fuck her within an inch of her life.

“I see a godsdamned mess. Better clean you up.”

“Azazel?” I’m instantly hard at the needy tone in her voice. “Yeah, baby?” She rubs my cock with the heel of her palm. “You promised to kiss me better if I was sore.”