The Truth Of The Mating Demon Novels & Stories

Everyone crouched down at the sound of the gunshots, Tedd hid his wife to be behind him when he took note of the devil standing in the middle of the hall, with a gun in his hand and a look of anger plastered on his face. "I Object!" The demon aka Tyler Bresfort's voice, echoed around the silent hall. "This wedding is so not happening." ________ Tyler's pov The hall was so silent that even if you drop a pin, it'd echo. I could see fear in the eyes of every single soul in that hall. It wouldn't cause them anything to call the cops on me, but guess what? No one wanted to be a Hero- "What do you want?" Said the husband of the bitch of a bride.

Her hazel eyes stared back at him innocently as his hungry gaze devoured her raw. Her sweet scent was making him go mad. The need to mate her, to have her so raw she forgets about the world that exists out of his bed was too strong, too tempting to resist. "Y... you.." Damon forced the words out as his lips dried just from looking at her sparkling eyes and supple lips, "Mate?" And that is when she ran away. Unknown and innocent to the fact that she had just awoken a demon from its sleep. Oblivious to the reality that she had just become a Demon's possession.

He scorned " Does it not concern you that your mated to a demon?" " It would if I understood what you meant by mated" Uriel's head cocked to the side, taking the woman before him into consideration. It really seemed like she was that ignorant, this is why humans really annoyed him " I'll say this, so you better listen carefully" He spoke sternly " You are the fated half to the next Lucifer, you would likely be the one to bare the next Antichrist" As the words processed in the woman's little head, her eyes widened. " You..you can't be serious!"

Myla raised an eyebrow. “What solution?" “He told me that the chief of hunters could remove the demon from inside me but that didn't work out" Myla froze as she stared at Ares with wide eyes. “Was that why you murdered my father in cold blood because he couldn't free you from your demon? Huh?"...

" An instant attraction to one's mate? I didn't like the thoughts going on in my head. At all. "We worship the Moon Goddess who bestows these gifts of mates to us. We are lycans, direct descendants of the Moon Goddess. We are more powerful than others and end up with the highest leadership positions. That's where you, me, Mia and Dominic are. We are cousins, grandchildren to the current lycan King and the Queen, Luna Aurora. Erhm, what else do I have to tell you?" My thoughts were wandering, bouts of ache slamming into my heart even as the possibility of the vile demon king taunted me with nightmares of that night.

Aphrodite slowly rose to her feet, leaned down slowly, fully aware Sophia was in the room, and ran her index finger down my semi-flaccid shaft that had hardened again from her touch. “This is mine,” she growled possessively before taking her sweet time to tuck me back in. “We're done here,” she murmured, pecking my lips and adjusting her dress. She turned and walked out, not once stopping to acknowledge that Sophia was both red from anger and shock. I blinked, the haze of lust slowly clearing from my head as shock was slowly replaced by pride. I was both proud and shocked at the turn of events. What my mate didn't know was that she'd just awakened the animalistic desires I'd be reigning in,

I forced myself to get up, my newly scarred body protesting every movement. Damien's study was just next door. The safe in his desk had a familiar combination - the date we first met. "I'll never forget this day," he'd told me then, crimson eyes glowing with what I'd thought was love. "The day my blood first recognized her mate." But nothing inside belonged to our story. Instead, I found dozens of bottles of blood supplements for vampire pregnancies, still sealed, pressed against Vivienne's blood test results.

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

If by the end of the week the female wolf had been marked, the rejection process would end, and the mating would begin. If the two still didn't want to mate then at the end of the week the bond would be broken forever, and the wolves would be free to go out and find their own mates. I was sure that Dustin would find some other girl, someone better than me, who would share his disgust at being mated to a demon like me. I stopped, silently taking deep breaths to calm myself down, before I began to power walk back to the pack house. I could hear him trotting behind me like a lapdog.

They had never gone to such extremes, and she had never held his. But this god made her wet by just looking at him, standing there with only a towel on. She could still vividly remember how his hard, monstrous length felt against her. So big, long, and hard—something she had only ever felt with her legs. She sighed and let her back sink into the bed. This was just the beginning. She had pledged her whole body to him and him alone, not merely because of the deal but also because of the powerful mating bond that tied them together. Although she knew little about demons and demon gods, she understood the mating bond very well. It worked the same for everyone. She had always thought Vincent woul