Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 22620 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 113(@200wpm)___ 90(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22620 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 113(@200wpm)___ 90(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
“Bride?” I whisper, not sure if I heard the word correctly. “Do demons marry?”
“It is rare. In my three thousand human years, I’ve known of four other marriages, all demon to demon, though. You, my little witch, will be the first human-demon mating that I have known.”
“Mating.” I roll the word around on my tongue as he steps toward the bed.
“Yes. You summoned me here. You agreed to be mine. You are my mate. What more do we need for a marriage?”
“A priest?” I suggest, and feel his grip tighten on me.
“No priests,” he growls. “Just you and me. You’re my bride, Eve, now and forever. And nobody will ever take you from me. The ceremony will be you, under me, submitting to my will and my cock.”
“Not the wedding I dreamed of as a little girl, I’ll admit.” I smile into his chest, where a spot is warming under my hand.
“What did you dream of?” he asks, and I’m starting to forget that he isn’t human. I just see Aios as him. As the demon I belong to.
I shrug against his hold as he lowers me to the edge of the bed, and it’s like fabric over clouds, so soft I think I will sink into it like water. But it holds me up as Aios drags his claws through my hair.
I debate if I should tell him the silly dreams of a little girl, but this demon-man seems to care more about me than my own father ever did, so confidence straightens my spine. I lick my lips and answer.
“I dreamed of white fabric and pink bows all around the church. Roses in all the colors like Easter eggs. I would wear the prettiest dress, in white lace up to my neck and down to my toes, with a hundred tiny buttons from my chin to my belly button. And I would get a ring. A pink diamond as big as a gumball.”
His gaze traces my face, my throat, the slip torn and bunched at my waist, cataloging what’s already his.
“Close your eyes.”
I obey. Cold air kisses as a loud swoosh seems to suck the oxygen from my lungs, and I battle to scream, but nothing comes out.
“Don’t be frightened. You can look now.”
Aios stands with his arms wide as I open my eyes and blink. Blink. Blink.
The room is transformed as I flap my hands and chirp in surprise. “It’s—” My mouth hangs open, searching for the right words.
“Perfect.” He reads my mind as the sockets where eyes should be flicker with the same flames that light the fireplace.
“Yes!”
The room glows white. Translucent shimmering fabric in waves down the walls. The overwhelming scent of sweet roses fills my nose, the floor covered in pastel petals and rose buds.
A cool weight spans the base of my ring finger. When I look, the sparkle from the gigantic diamond forces me to blink as it’s brilliance seems to contain a source of light all its own.
I feel the lace on my skin. I’m in the dress of my dreams. I finger the little fabric-covered buttons that line the center of my body, the collar high at my neck, making me feel like a queen.
The weight I felt before returns to my head, only this time, when I raise my hands to check, a cool metal crown is perched there.
“I added the crown, because you are my queen. I want the world and the underworld to know you belong to me. I will protect you, but I will also mark you, inside and out. Your body will know only my touch, from now until eternity.”
I shiver as I drop my eyes to see that his black cock is... breathing. It expands and contracts, the slit at the tip opening and closing like it is drawing in air, panting, inching toward me as I gasp and look up to see Aios shrug.
“He’s impatient.” Aios says on a low chuckle. “Daddy has many surprises as I told you. My cock has a mind of it’s own and he is ready to mark our bride.”
“Is it…” I clear my throat. “Getting bigger?”
Aios nods. “I do not know how big it gets. I’ve never mated before, but my seed will make sure it fits. It will be a struggle.”
“I’m not scared,” I lie as the flesh grows in front of my eyes, the sides growing what looks like barbs covered in black curved bumps, thick vines of what could be veins pulsing and throbbing.
“You should be. Now, lie back, little witch. I’ve given you your dream wedding, but my dream is to tear that pretty dress from my wife’s body and mark you so deeply your bones will be etched with me.”
I sink into the mattress, staring up at a canopy carved with vines and roses. Strange words are burned into the now-white beams in a language I don’t know. The bed dips as he kneels between my thighs.