The Demon (Monsters and Beauties #4)

Epilogue

EPILOGUE

Demon

I let my little human mate sleep as I prowled the edges of my domain, the dense fog curling around the ancient trees like spectral fingers.

The scent of flora, decay and earth saturated the air, along with my markings that I’d placed around my surroundings. It was a silent warning to any who dared trespass. This land had been mine for eons, and the creatures that wished to survive knew to keep their distance.

I’d kept to myself, hunting to survive and not to maim.

For I was a savage, a barbaric predator.

But Geraldine was fragile, a delicate thing of flesh and warmth, a tiny human that could break easily. And I would take any chances with her safety.

I had lined the perimeter of our cave entrance and surrounding areas with remnants of those who had wandered too close—bones gnawed clean, skulls cracked open, and dried bodily fluids smeared across the stones and trees.

Let all see, let them know. This was my home—our home. She was mine, and I would kill for her without hesitation or humanity.

I stalked the perimeter of the cave and, for good measure, dragged my claws against the thick bark of a gnarled tree. I watched as deep gouges marred the surface, the scent of my essence seeping into the wood.

For a second, I stood there and tipped my head back, inhaling deeply before exhaling. Satisfaction curled in my chest. The night was still and quiet. It was time to return to her.

Stepping back into the cave, I descended lower, taking turns, twists, and paths that no one else could ever find. Finally, the warmth of our home greeted me. I stood by the entrance of the main part of our lair and just stared at Geraldine . The firelight loved her as it flickered over her body.

I did not need heat or light to survive, but I had it for her. She needed such things, as well as fresh air, direct sunlight. And I would always provide whatever she needed. The furs were piled thick on our pallet, and her slight form was cocooned in them, her scent filling the space.

She was safe, and that calmed me.

I approached her, setting a bladder of water beside her in case she woke with thirst. But I lingered, watching the steady rise and fall of her chest, her lips parted slightly in sleep. The pull toward her was inescapable. It was as if I couldn’t breathe if she wasn’t near.

I reached out, letting my claws trail over the soft fabric covering her before pushing it lower and revealing her bare shoulder. She was nude, soundly sleeping after I’d claimed her twice before leaving and make sure the perimeter was secure.

After cleaning off, I slid beneath the furs and pressed my body against Geraldine ’s, wrapping her in my embrace. She stirred, a quiet murmur slipping from her lips as her hands instinctively sought me out. A low growl of satisfaction rumbled from me.

Even in sleep, my little human reached for me.

Inhaling her scent into my lungs deeply, she nuzzled against my chest. Her scent, her very presence—it calmed the brutality that consumed me. I had existed for centuries, a beast of darkness that had never known softness.

But I felt that with my sweet girl.

The longer I held her, the more my arousal grew. It was also undeniable, and my hardening cocks pressed against the plush curves of her body. I rolled my hips forward, the friction igniting a hunger that coiled deep inside me.

“you smell good. You feel better,” she murmured sleepily. “I can’t believe I need you all over again. Your cum hasn’t even dried between my legs yet.”

God, she was incredible.

She moaned softly, her body arching slightly.

I exhaled harshly, dragging my tongue along the column of her throat at the same time she reached up and curled her little fingers against my horns. I groaned and kept licking her, tasting myself on her skin.

My fingers curled around her hip, pulling her tighter against me, the firm swell of her breasts pressing against my chest. She ran her hand up and down on horn and my cocks throbbed in time with her stroking.

The need to claim her in every way surged within me.

My mating instinct to possess every single part of her was unbearable. My claws raked lightly down her side as I rocked against her again.

“Spread for me. I need to be buried in my mate’s tight cunt again. I’m dying with the need to fill you up, little one.”

A shiver rippled through her as she obeyed me.

I slipped my hand between her thighs, careful of my claws, feeling the heat and wetness of her coating the digits. I smelled my seed suturing her pussy and a guttural growl escaped me.

Geraldine was mine.

I let my fangs scrape against her delicate skin, pulling back so I saw the faintest of marks left on her body.

She rolled onto her back, offered herself to me. When I lined my upper cock tip with her pussy and notched the lower one with her tight little asshole, I stared into her face.

“I’d kill for you,” I vowed.

“You have,” she replied.

I growled and pushed not her, taking both holes at the same time, and not stopping until I filled her up and she became filled with my baby.

Geraldine

A Year Later

A year had passed since the night my world changed, since the night I had truly become the demon’s in all ways. And now, as I lay in our pallet of furs nestled deep within the mountain, I held in my arms the proof of our bond.

The living embodiment of our love and our fate intertwined.

Our son—was unlike any creature I’d ever seen. He was beautiful—terrifyingly so to anyone else. His skin was onyx like his father’s, and his horns were small but growing, curling slightly from his tiny head.

But he had a thick head of dark hair. Just like mine.

And when he looked up at me and experienced emotion, his tiny eyes glowed the same molten red. And when he was clam, resting, they were the same dark shade of mine.

My little hybrid was intelligent beyond his young age.

I smiled at him when his little claws curled around my finger as he cooed, his sharp teeth barely visible as he yawned. He was a mix of both of us, something the world had never seen before.

I brushed my fingers along his cheek, marveling at the warmth of him, the solid weight of his tiny body against mine. He was his father’s son in every way, and yet, there was something of me in him too.

I felt strong arms wrapping around me from behind, and I looked up to see my demon standing there, smiling down at our son. I leaned into his familiar warmth, exhaling softly as the demon nuzzled into my neck.

My mate. My demon.

He’d never been gentle with the world, but with me—with our child—he was softer than anything I’d ever known.

“He’s perfect,” I whispered, looking down at our son again.

My mate reached out, his massive clawed hand dwarfing our son’s tiny form as he brushed a single talon softly over his brow. “He is. In all ways,” he rumbled, the demon’s voice thick with possessiveness and pride.

I smiled, leaning down to press my lips to our child’s head. “I fear for him, though, and this world we live in. I’m afraid the world will try and hurt him.”

My mate growled low in his throat, his arms tightening around me as he settled behind me to cradle my form against his massive body. “Let them try.”

I shivered at the darkness in his voice, at the unyielding promise that no harm would ever come to me or our son. I believed him. I’d seen what he was capable of. I had no doubt he’d do the same for our child.

The world had tried to break me. My mate had wanted to go after my father, to take him out, too. But I didn’t want any more carnage. I wanted to start my life with the monster I’d fallen in love with.

And if there came a time when my father needed to be dealt with, I knew my mate would handle it. I knew he’d keep us safe above all else.

I’d carved a place for myself in the arms of a monster, and in doing so, I’d found happiness for the first time in my life.

I knew one thing with absolute certainty. Our son would never be alone. He’d never know the cruelty of what I’d experienced.

This was the happily ever after everyone deserved.

The End.