All Chapters of The Demon's Mate: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Esteria's heart pounded as the ink from the god's signature dried on the bloodstained contract. The weight of the deal she had just made pressed heavily on her chest. She looked up at the god of demons, whose electrifying blue eyes locked onto hers with an intensity that was both terrifying and mesmerizing. She could barely comprehend the enormity of what she had just committed to.In one swift, fluid motion, he unfurled a massive black wing from his back, the feathers gleaming with an almost otherworldly sheen. Without a word, he scooped her up into his powerful arms, and with a mighty beat of his wings, they soared into the night sky.Esteria's breath caught in her throat as the ground fell away beneath them. Tears streamed down her face, mingling with the wind that whipped through her hair and the remnants of her wedding dress. She clung to the god's robes, her fingers digging into the fabric as if it were the only solid thing left in her world. Each beat of his wings seemed to ech

She then fainted after her body went through the sharp pain. The bite was unlike anything she had ever experienced, a searing agony that radiated from her neck throughout her entire being. El-Kharis had sunk his fangs into her delicate skin, piercing through to inject his essence. The initial sting gave way to a burning sensation, her veins feeling like they were set aflame, and then, abruptly, a cold numbness spread. Her vision blurred, darkness enveloping her consciousness until she succumbed to the overwhelming torment.As she fell asleep, El-Kharis caught her limp body and carefully cradled her in his arms. His expression softened momentarily as he looked at her unconscious form, then with swift, fluid movements, he carried her back to the room. He laid her gently on the bed, arranging the blankets around her to ensure she was comfortable.He stared at the mating mark on her neck and smirked. The mark was distinct, a deep crimson imprint of his fangs surrounded by faint traces of

"Training?" Esteria's heart jumped to her mouth. She was not prepared! She had just arrived in this world yesterday, and so much had happened: first, she got mated to him; next, she had an intense moment with him; and now, training—all in less than 48 hours? "Yes, and it begins NOW," he repeated, making the "now" louder. "Training?" One of the men suddenly flared up. Esteria turned to see it was the demon who had brought her here. "I thought she was only your mistress. Why would a human like her train with us? Lord El, she is a human!" he exclaimed, confused about why his boss would suddenly bring a human into their midst and say she would train with them. "Shut up, Levy. I don't think she has our scent, even if it's a little different," another voice among the four demons was heard. "No, you shut up! Lord El must have probably rubbed his scent all over her," Levy grunted back. El-Kharis watched as his men shouted at each other, debating whether she was human or should trai

As the night deepened, the intensity of Esteria's training session finally subsided. El-Kharis, ever watchful, escorted her back to her quarters, his presence a comforting shadow at her side. He exchanged a brief nod with the head maid, who curtsied with grace, acknowledging the silent command to take over from here.Once inside, Esteria's muscles ached with the residue of exertion. Her body felt heavier than usual, every movement a reminder of the grueling session she had just endured. The maids approached her with practiced ease, their hands gentle yet efficient as they began to undress her. The layers of clothing, which had clung to her sweat-slicked skin, were peeled away one by one, revealing the pale, almost translucent surface beneath. Her skin shimmered in the dim light, like moonlight on fresh snow, a testament to her ethereal beauty.The maids led her to the adjacent room, where a large marble bath awaited her. The room was filled with the soft glow of candlelight, casting f

"Pleasure me, darling," he said, his voice thick with lust, his eyes dark with desire. He guided me to him, his hands on my shoulders as he pushed me down to my knees, his length throbbing before me, a testament to his arousal. I hesitated for a moment, my heart racing, my mind spinning with the implications of what he was asking.But the desire in his eyes, the need in his voice, it was too much to resist. I reached out, taking him in my hands, feeling the heat, the hardness of him, and I couldn't help but be in awe of the power he held, the control he had over me. I leaned forward, pressing my lips to the tip, tasting him, the salty tang of his arousal filling my senses.I took him into my mouth, slowly at first, my movements tentative, unsure, but as I found my rhythm, I became bolder, taking more of him, sliding him deeper into my mouth. His hands found their way to my hair, his fingers tangling in the strands as he guided me, his hips moving in time with my movements. The sounds