His size was massive, but I was so wet for him. So when he stretched me, I felt just marvelous.
He withdrew a little and drove back in.
“I’ve wanted to do this to you since I first saw you,” he said. “I wanted to fuck you right there in front of everyone, in front of the Dominions, in front of your coven. That is how hard I’ve been for you. I wanted to make you mine even back then.”
“You have me now. So fuck me however you want and talk less.”
But I was more into fucking him however I wanted. I heaved up my hips and propelled toward him, slamming into him.
“Talk less? Let’s see how you like me talking less.”
He plunged into me with his demigod’s brutal strength.
Our flesh gloved together perfectly. His essence, made of starlight and the wild wind beyond this world, streamed into me. I inhaled it, absorbing it, letting it cool and smooth over the scars in me.
Every cell of mine received the potent energy graced by the demigod, like a plant receiving much-needed sunlight and moisture until it radiated.
Axel’s eyes widened. “No one could take my full strength, yet you demand more. Now, take all you need, mate.”
He thrust into me, raw and hard.
And I took what he gave me, like a bottomless well.
His pure demigod energy poured into me like sunbeams as he pounded between my thighs.
He didn’t care that I might drain him. He opened himself to me, offering me his awesome, powerful essence. The Demigod of War lay bare before me, showing me the vulnerability he wouldn’t allow anyone else to see.
To reciprocate, my inner walls squeezed him mercilessly while sucking him in, milking him like no mortal woman could and giving him maximum pleasure.
Axel threw his head back, a low, rough groan escaping from the depths of his throat.
“I’ve never experienced such pleasure before, my Cookie,” he groaned. “I didn’t even know this kind of pleasure existed.”
And I stopped cold.
What if I was feeding on the Demigod of War with a demonic ability?
If Loki was right, then I was a half-demoness, a daughter to a fallen Archangel. Loki admired Lilith, saying that she was even more powerful than Lucifer. She might just be the Queen of the Succubi.
As her daughter, I couldn’t fall far from the tree.
What if all the demigods had gotten it wrong—what if it wasn’t my godly part that needed to feed but my demon part? Except for Paxton, none of the demigods knew about my maternal side. What if they learned that it might be my demon feeding from them through sexual intercourse?
Would they end me with their bare hands if they knew the dirty truth?
How could I keep such a dark secret from them? I fucking hated liars. And now I was one.
I shivered. “Axel,” I said. “I—”
“Don’t be afraid, Cookie,” he said. “I’ll never hurt you.”
But I was hurting him, only he didn’t know it.
“I—I’m not what you think,” I whispered. “I—”
I couldn’t get the words out. I couldn’t tell him I might be a demon princess. I would rather die than see the disgust on his face while he moved on top of me.
Let shame coat me like slime that I could never scratch off. I just couldn’t admit what I was in front of him.