Sixteen

"Tell me, Demetri," I turned, pulling my leg onto the couch between us. "How exactly would that go?"

He tilted his head back with a devious smile on his face. His eyelids relaxed as he stared at me with excitement. "You want to hear all of the ways that I can make you scream, little witch?"

The deepness of his voice with the softness of his whisper made me swallow hard. The sound of the two strangers fucking on the television did nothing to help the way he was making me feel. My thighs pressed together at the open invitation in his tone.

He made it clear a week ago that he wanted to mate with me. What that entailed, I wasn't sure, but a little harmless fun couldn't hurt… unless he liked pain. He was a demon, after all.

My lips parted as I tried to think of a way to answer without destroying the mood. I needed a release after the stressful past few months, but I wasn't sure this was the best way to go about it. If I tried to pick someone up at a bar