The Demon's Bride Novels & Stories

She reacted with a sharp intake of breathe and I knew she wanted what I wanted too. She rocked her hips forward at our contact and I kiss grew deeper. My demon craved her wolf and I was sure her wolf craved my demon too. Our lips parted while our eyes met. She threw her head back with her eyes closed and the sight of the exposed skin on her neck made my demon want her even more. "Mark me....." She said slowly and those words made me go crazy. My head was spinning as I stared into her eyes. "Say that again" I said as I cupped her cheeks in my hands looking into her eyes.

“It would give you a position of power the Thornes could never touch. A name that would force them to open every door they’ve locked against you.” I shoved the tablet back at her as if it had burned my hands. “No. Absolutely not. Have you lost your mind? You want me to marry a stranger? A man they call the devil?” “I want you to win!” she shot back, her own temper flaring. “What’s your plan, Evie? To manage other people’s money forever? To just be… better than you were? He needs a wife. You need a weapon. It’s a transaction.” “It’s selling myself!”

Apprehension? "Come to help your little sissy and her boyfriend, I see," the Demon spouts off. "I mean, her husband-to-be." He directs his eyes to me and then to Dominic. "Oh and you better be careful, you two," he singsongs, "I don't think a pregnant Queen wearing white on her wedding day sends a very good message."

I asked. He stopped licking them and focused his eyes on my face. " There's no human Bride, you are my bride. There was no wedding but all thanks to you, a wedding would take place" Leo said with a smile and got back to what he was doing. He had full control over my body, and despite the heart break-in news it didn't affect my mood. Leo sparked on every passion and desire in me. I had come to the Demon world to amass power for myself but here I was being trapped. What could I do now?

It will be a moment that will be forever branded in her memory and doesn't involved some fucking in a alley. She is OUR wife, the demon corrected, its tone dripping with contempt for my weakness. And we were too gentle. We should have shown her then. "She is my wife," I repeated, the words feeling hollow even to me. "Not an animal to be branded in an alley." She is our wife! the demon roared, and the force of it made my vision swim for a second. And she looks at our brother with stars in her eyes! She leans into his touch like a flower to the sun! She would let him mark her, I know it! She would welcome it!

When we reached the altar, I turned to face the pack elder officiating the ceremony. He cleared his throat and began. “Brothers and sisters of the pack, we are gathered here under the light of the full moon to witness the sacred mating bond between Lyra Dominic and Adrian Massimo. The mate bond is blessed by the Moon Goddess herself, not to be entered into lightly, but with reverence and eternal commitment…” He droned on about loyalty and the sanctity of the mate bond and forever. Words that meant nothing coming from a man who had no idea what was really happening.

“Why should I live here when I—“ “You’re not a priestess here. You’re just a mere human; my human bride. You are well aware that your powers are nothing to me and mine is barely inflictable on you.” The demon came close, staring at Serra’s eyes. “While you’re away from your land, I will make sure no demon will step inside it and you shall be in my land. Do you understand, priestess?”

Well, that was the moment I began to doubt the demon’s sanity. I could see he was watching my every twitch, waiting for me to explode. “I’m not your wife,” I answered calmly. “In the sense you call marriage, we have not been bound. But the bond between us has formed, and it is unbreakable,” he explained. “When the first demon found his mate among your kind through enchantment, we adopted a blending of the two customs as a compromise,” he said patiently. “In our former life the selection worked like this: upon recognizing our female demon mate, we took her home, thereby asserting our claim. There we consummated the joining and brought our new life before the Wisest. Both parties invoked the o

So I believe I should put the poor woman out of her misery. "My beloved, I see your hesitation; please let me explain what I mean by bride." "Well, does bride not mean get married?" "Well, not truly in the sense that a human does." "How can a Devil’s wedding not be the same as that of a human one." This is now starting to confuse me for the more I think of it; it does sound like a marriage to me. What makes a Devil’s ceremony so much of a difference that a human one? "First of all, my beloved, I do not wish for you to wear such an awful thing as a white dress that has more lace than your panties."

So, I breathed through my mouth. “Become my bride,” he said, “Become a demon’s bride, Arianna.” I blinked. Wait. How did he know my name? Oh right, my name tag is attached to my lab coat. “A what bride?” Yesterday a famous superstar told me he was a hybrid. Now, this handsome fella acted like he was a demon? “A demon’s bride,” he repeated with so much casualty. As if it was normal. “Sir,” I gulped before I continued, “Did you come from the west wing?”