The Touch of Demise │18+

18: Evidence

"No." It was a cold and resounding absolutely-fucking-not. He pulled the throne away from the table and pulled Grace to her feet. She gasped from his forceful yank. His eyes flared a bright red as he started dragging her out of the throne room.

She knew best not to speak with others around. She wouldn't argue with her Primus and mate; it might set a bad example. People needed to see them as a unified unit. She tried very hard to keep up with his fast pace, but she started huffing as they ascended some stairs. "Demise," she muttered, barely audibly.

Demise was quick with his movements, turning around faster than she could blink, and pushing her back against the cold, stone wall. His hands gripped her waist hauling her up. Her legs dangled as he lifted her high enough to look him equally in the eyes.

He didn't speak, but she could tell by his flaming red eyes that he was far angrier than he ever had been in front of her. Her hand shook as she cupped his jaw. "Demise," she whispered.

He snarled again. His wolf was clearly agitated by the prospect of a hybrid feeding off her. She understood. She buried the confusion in her chest and focused on her mate. He needed to calm down or she feared what would happen.

"You're a Primus and I am your mate. I do not consent to giving blood and you know this means they cannot take it from me. I won't give it to him."

She gasped again from his vicious snarl in her ear. She wasn't afraid of him, but she could definitely see why anyone else would be. His canines were far sharper than any other lycan's she had known.

She watched with apprehension as his canines retreated back into his gums. His eyes remained their startling shade of fire, but she could tell that the wolf had calmed down enough to hear her words.

She furrowed her eyebrows as something else flashed through his eyes. She didn't understand what it was. He lifted her leg and shucked off her shoe and then the other. He stood in front of her, towering over her head, his hands on the button of her jeans.

He didn't ask if he could unbutton them verbally, but she could tell by his pinpoint gaze that he was asking for permission. She nodded slowly before her button was undone and her jeans were slithering down her tanned legs. They pooled at her ankles, but the same attentiveness couldn't be said for her cotton panties that were brutally torn off by her mate.

It was only then, as Demise wrapped his arms around her thighs and sunk to his knees that she understood. Her cheeks grew red and her chest bloomed with so potent she only imagined it before.

He wasn't gentle with her as he leaned forward to taste her. She cried out, her hands immediately entangling themselves within his dark hair. She wanted to say something; that they were in public and at any moment someone could see him eating her out.

She moaned as his tongue circled her clit. What she felt couldn't be explained through words. It was the type of physical feeling that could only be felt.

If she had to explain it, she would say she felt like a volcano that finally erupted after years of being dormant.

His hands were tight on her thighs. She could feel the pads of his fingers dig into her skin. She didn't understand why his anger suddenly turned into raw savage desire for her, but she wasn't arguing.

With her leg draped over his shoulder and her core in his mouth, she felt herself shiver from pleasure. He was skilled with his tongue and knew just what to do to make her moan in ecstacy. As she reached her orgasmic peak, he was relentless in forcing her to practically ride his face through it.

She gasped as he pulled away from her and placed her leg back down. Her legs shook, and as she watched him lick his lips, she felt her core pulse again from need.