Free Kiss of a Demon King by Kresley Cole Page B

I’ll ride you so hard, demon, until you can’t come anymore.” She wanted to—she was nearly as aroused as he was.
    To know this at last…she’d never imagined that he’d deny her this final step.
    The crown was now slick all over. As they both stared, she was finally able to read one of his thoughts, because he was silently commanding her.
    Run your tongue over the head! hit her mind like a blast of heat.
    “Do it, tassia, ” he rasped aloud.
    “What does that word mean?”
    “ Wicked female, because that’s what you are. Now taste what you’ve wrought from me.”
    “I want to,” she murmured in truth as she leaned down, lower, closer. Her breasts ached, her nipples swelling into tight points. “I will.”
    She knew exactly when he could feel her breath on his flesh; his every muscle tensed in anticipation.
    “Say the words, Rydstrom. Make me your queen.”
    “Lower…put it in your mouth!”
    He’s going to bloody do it again. Deny me. She drew back and coldly said, “Your vow, demon. Or I go.”
    “Never!”
    As she rose up, releasing him, she snapped, “You can’t win this—you only waste my time!”
    His hands fisted above the manacles. “Finish me!”
    “Just a few words away!” She cast an illusion over herself of the dress she’d worn earlier. “Maybe next time.”
    He reverted to his demon tongue, which she didn’t have to understand to know he was cursing her vilely. No matter. She turned for the door, leaving him digging his heels in the bed and thrusting that great shaft into the air.
    Outside, her ubiquitous assistant was waiting, ready to take direction. Sabine just called her “Inferi.” She called all of them Inferi.
    Though Sabine was still humming from her encounter with her captive, she attempted to sound calm as she gave out instructions.
    She ordered that he be sedated once more, then made to clean himself and see to his needs for the night. After that, he was to be secured to the bed with a collar at his neck, and then have his wrists bound behind his back—just in case he decided to release any steam.
    Sabine figured that if he got aroused enough, even a “little bitch” like her would begin to look like a Pollyanna.
    Deep in thought, she left the dungeon, trudged to her tower, then began the six flights of stairs to her room. She knew she should be more alert to danger—Omort had cornered her on her way to her room often enough—but she couldn’t get her mind off Rydstrom’s body.
    She’d never expected to be so affected by him. She’d been taught to think of herself as better than demons, and had seen this “breeding” as a mere play for power.
    But aside from his inexplicable bent toward good—and the fact that he was their blood enemy—Rydstrom called to her. He was so different from the men she’d known and fraternized with that he intrigued her.
    How had he gotten the scar on his face? And the ones along his shaft? Now that she’d seen most of him, there was no erasing the vision of his chest and those long, brawny arms. She’d run her greedy gaze over his large sex….
    Sabine sighed. Tonight, she was going to have to make a date with B.O.B.—her battery-operated boyfriend.
    Once she crossed the threshold to her chamber and bolted the door behind her, she relaxed marginally and cast off the illusion of her dress. She was tired, but then, she was getting home from a full day of work.
    She gazed into her gilded mirror. Her career was everything to her.
    Plots and subplots. Sabine was notorious for them, and she was in deep with one right now.
    Omort, Sabine, and Lanthe alone knew the real truth behind Rydstrom’s capture. The demon’s heir wasn’t needed to quell rebellions but to unlock the mysterious Well of Souls in the center of Tornin’s court. Sabine didn’t know how the prince would release the power of the well. Only that he would.
    But what Omort didn’t know was that Sabine would see that her son unlocked it for her—alone. She was