Free Demon From the Dark by Kresley Cole Page B

razor-sharp fangs. ...
                And the unmistakable need to breed with her.
                As he loomed closer, threatening pain with every unconscious flex of his corded muscles, she retreated even farther. Rocks plunged below her. Carrow peered down at the smoke churning from the depths. Would she actually jump to escape him?
                No one would ever know where she'd met her end.
                When he shoved his hand into his pants to adjust himself, the swollen head of his shaft jutted past the waist. Her lips parted in astonishment.
                His erection looked to be visibly throbbing, the tip beading. He absently ran his palm over the uncovered crown, then froze. Slowly, he turned his hand over to see his seed glistening there.
                When he dragged his gaze from his palm and faced her again, he looked even more determined to reach her, his onyx-colored eyes burning with intent. And in that second, everything became clear to her.
                He would be determined. He'd clearly never seen his seed before this night.
                Ah, great Hekate, she was his mate.
                Though a male demon could experience orgasms, he couldn't produce semen until he'd found his female. He couldn't release it until the first time he claimed her. With this first hint of seed, he would believe she was his demon mate.
                As well as his vampire Bride. An unmatched vampire male didn't draw breaths and had no heartbeat or sexual ability until he'd encountered his female and become blooded.
                No wonder he'd appeared bewildered by his breaths. He'd pounded his fist over his chest, over his heart.
                Because she'd made it beat.
                Had the Order known this would happen? That she'd be his Bride and his mate? How could they have? It seemed impossible. So why did she feel double-crossed?
                "Alton, ara," he commanded.
                Her Demonish was terrible, but she thought he was commanding his female to come--or to heel ?
                "Not until you calm yourself!"
                "Alton!"
                She shook her head, miming that she would jump, hanging a leg over.
                With a roar, he lunged to one side to punch a boulder in frustration. It cracked wide like an egg.
                His strength. He could break her bones with a touch.
                She'd heard tales of vampires pursuing their females. They were unstoppable. And she knew that the demon males of some species could be lashed by a breeding drive so strong it made them crazed. Even if they knew they faced certain death following that drive, they couldn't resist it.
                He was definitely in the midst of that haze right now.
                Would she jump? Rather than have this brute rutting on her? Though his postcoital high might be like happiness, fueling her with enough power to escape him, the demon would tear her with his size. Would she even be conscious to draw the power from him?
                Again he eased closer, and again she dangled her leg from the edge--
                The outer layer of rock gave way under her foot.
               

     

     
    New Orleans, Louisiana
Val Hall, the Valkyrie stronghold

     
                "Nix, I'm not leaving until I get the info you promised," Mariketa the Awaited told the mad soothsayer dancing around the room. "So let's start at the beginning."
                Nix the Ever-Knowing, better known as Nucking Futs Nix, cried, "Let's start from the end! It's coming soon, you know." She twirled in circles, her long black braids flying out, resembling copter rotors. She looked like a stoned supermodel, high on runway power, rather than a three-thousand-year-old Valkyrie