All Chapters of Belonging to the Demon King: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

King of SeductionSebastian stood in front of his office window, his hands clasped tightly behind his back. He was shirtless, his feet bare, dressed only in a pair of worn jeans. He couldn't stand to wear clothes in this form. Hell, after his curse he'd run through the forest ass naked like a mad man for half a century.He shivered at the memory.Bowing his head he wondered for the hundredth time what Victoria was doing. Was she in pain? Had she healed from the previous night? Was she angry with him, hurt, scared?Damn it, he wished this day would end. The sooner the sun set the sooner he could see her again.His ears twitched. "You know I disapprove of your spying, Nicholas," he grumbled.There came a soft chuckle behind him. "I can never get past you though.""I could hear you breathing." Sebastian eyed the bottle of whiskey hanging limply from the mercenary's fingers. "And I could smell you."Nicholas smirked. "Ah yes, I do enjoy my spirits." He walked to a chair in front of Sebast

The Demon's TemperSebastian couldn't even remember the last time he'd laughed, the sound foreign in his ears. He was thoroughly enjoying this time with Victoria.Even with his body throbbing with desire he found the strength to remain in control. He'd nearly lost it when he saw her imagining his bite. His fangs had physically ached with the thought of marking her. As Victoria sat across from unknowing, he'd waged an internal war just to keep the demon caged within his mind. Hell, even the man in him was struggling not to take her.Can't ruin this moment. Victoria was being so trusting with him, conversing with him freely. He found that if he kept his gaze on her it seemed to focus him, quieting the demon within and its brutal instincts.After a moment his inner demon quieted.With his demon firmly locked down Sebastian could appreciate other aspects of Victoria aside from her beauty. She was intelligent, amusing, and beyond cute. He could become addicted to this woman.Shaking his h

Cuddling with a DemonVictoria curled up on an over-sized chair by the window. Outside fluffy snowflakes fell in the night, shining in the soft light cast by the moon. She sighed, listening to her headphones and wondering when she would see Sebastian.She couldn't get him out of her head all day. More than once she'd nearly gone exploring through the castle, wondering if she could find him. Jasper had shown her the common rooms earlier that day, and she had to admit when she wasn't terrified the castle was pretty freaking awesome. But Sebastian had been nowhere in sight.Exhaling loudly her eyes slid to the cell phone beside her. Her father filled her mind, followed closely by worry. She wanted to call him, badly. Is that why Sebastian had given her the phone?Damn it, where was that demon?Tearing her eyes away from the phone she stared out the window once more. Just what was it about Sebastian that had her so enthralled? Aside from his hard muscular body, hot skin, and sexy as sin v

Pleasure and RegretShe nearly moaned.Sebastian's lips were hot and firm, like his body. He was so tall she had to stand on the tip of her toes just to reach him. And even then she had to pull his head down to meet her.As she kissed him Sebastian stood completely still and for one heart stopping moment she worried that he didn't want her. Then he growled, his hands lowering to grip her ass.She whimpered as he pressed her tighter against him. She could feel the hard planes of his chest and torso and it excited her. The ridge of his erection jutted against her belly from beneath his jeans and she gasped, pulling back slightly. "Sebastian.""I want you," he grated roughly. Her heart slammed in her chest and he growled again.Hauling her off her feet he slanted his lips over hers once more. The intense stab of desire shocked her. She cried out and his tongue plunged between her lips. Oh god, his taste! Hot and smooth with a hint of whiskey.Sebastian devoured her mouth, his tongue thru

Vincent's DesperationBelfast, Ireland"Vincent Shaw, back so soon?" The witch raised a brow, tapping a red nail against the counter of roughened wood. Over her shoulder hovered her familiar, a strange blueish creature that reminded him of a fat little gremlin with wings.Grace the Enchanted was one of the oldest witches he knew. Although she appeared in her twenties, with bright blue hair and even brighter blue eyes, she was older than himself by several centuries. When he'd been a boy Grace used to visit his pack often, playing with the pups and showing off her magic. Now she spent her days holed up in her old magic shop, selling trinkets to human tourists. Of course, the humans were completely unaware that hidden in the back was another shop possessing real items of power, ones meant only for the supernatural.Vincent crinkled his nose, the numerous scents of the old shop assaulting his senses. The tiny room was cluttered with bookshelves bearing potions, scrolls, and various trink