Free Demon's Embrace by V. J. Devereaux

changed from man to Daemonae, as he became what he truly was.
    As he became himself in truth, scars and all.
    Miri watched as his skin changed color beneath her hand.
    It deepened, turned a dark scarlet, the shade of it rich, vibrant. Gold shimmered beneath the surface like flame over coals. His skin gleamed like satin and was as smooth to her touch. His eyes shifted from a deep brown to vivid gold with sparks of flame that swirled within them, a reflection of his mood.
    At his back wings slowly extended with a soft rustle, reached out behind him like arms. Each one spread like fingers to stretch the delicate membrane between them until they arched above and around them.
    It was breathtakingly beautiful to watch.
    She started a little at the feel of his tail as it slid around her hips. It curled to caress her as he took her hands and raised her to her feet.
    His hands settled on her waist. Each finger was tipped with claws that bit into her skin just a little sharply, enough so she was intensely aware of them. Of him.
    His hair, as dark as ebony and as soft as silk, parted around his horns, his pointed ears, yet was still caught back at the nape of his neck by the leather thong.
    Tentatively, wonderingly, she reached up to trace one of those short curved horns above his forehead with a cautious finger. It was as hard as stone, as sharp as a razor and gleamed like polished jet.
    His strong features hadn’t changed, hadn’t become one whit less stern, less harsh. If anything, they seemed to have become more defined, not harsher but stronger. More than ever he resembled a warrior chiseled from stone but now it was from some smooth, gleaming gem, red jade or carnelian. The golden wash of color flowed in waves and shimmers beneath the surface of that smooth skin.
    Miri could only look at him, at the incredible, preternatural beauty of Ash.
    Her breath stuttered in her chest.
    In awe, she looked up as his wings encircled them to enclose the two of them in an intimate arch, an expansive embrace. The light of the candles filtered softly through the delicate membranes between the bones. At one and the same time his wings looked both incredibly powerful and terribly fragile.
    Ash looked at her.
    There was wonder in her eyes. It stunned him, left him speechless.
    “Can I touch one?” she asked.
     Something inside Ash shivered with anticipatory pleasure. He nodded and bit back a groan as she reached up to run her fingers ever so softly over the delicate skin of his wing. It was an extraordinarily intimate gesture and had his cock as rigid as iron.
    Reflexively, Ash’s hands tightened on her hips as she touched him, pulled her just a little closer to feel her hips nestled against his, against the hardness of him.
     Those eyes. With his vision enhanced by the change this close he could see them clearly in the flickering candlelight. Long red-gold lashes framed eyes of a startlingly pale green, flecked with shots of sparkling gold, all set in a heart-shaped face dusted lightly with golden freckles. She looked at him from beneath those golden lashes. Her gaze lowered and a jolt of heat went through him, shot straight to his shaft.
    Ash scented her growing arousal, the aroma of it rich as he breathed it in. His cock grew even harder, if that was possible.
    “There is another way to heal me,” Ash said, his voice surprisingly hoarse and deep even to his own ears. His hands tightened on her.
    He wanted, needed her, desperately.
    Touching Ash’s wing was like stroking warm suede stretched over powerful muscle and strong slender bone. The sail between the bones appeared surprisingly delicate although Miri could tell it wasn’t.
    His golden eyes met hers at his words, held. The heat in them sent a matching jolt of fire through her.
    Her eyes dropped almost involuntarily to his mouth and the tips of the white fangs that indented slightly there.
    Swallowing hard, she cupped his face, ran her thumb across that full lower lip, close to those