My senses stirred as Sam's feet met the ground, rousing me from slumber. The night sky stretched above us, adorned with countless shimmering stars. The castle loomed before us, its dark silhouette commanding respect. As I reached out to touch its smooth stone, a shiver seemed to ripple through its ancient walls. Burta's beady eyes fixed on me, and I responded with a playful gesture, sticking my tongue out at the bat. His squeal of amusement only fueled my mischievousness. "I prefer you this way." I teased. Sam's wings vanished as I slid off his back, just as the bat darted toward me, coming straight for my face. "No time." Sam intervened as he grabbed the bat mid-air. In an instant, the creature transformed into the man I knew, bowing respectfully. "Yes, my King." He acknowledged, before swiftly leading the way. Sam's hand enveloped mine as we followed. "Do not speak to him, flower. Let me do the talking. In fact-" "I'm coming." I interjected, knowing he was going to order me t

"She is pregnant." Dasmien spoke, his eyes on the Wrath demon. She looked back at him with hopeful eyes. "I want to make her my wife." He said, turning to Sam. A stunned silence filled the room. "What?" Sam asked, his hand finding mine again. Dasmien glanced down at our intertwined hands. "I want to make Guirita my wife. Marine demons are not monogamous. I will have several wives. Guirita will be my first." Sam stayed silent, scanning the two demons in front of him with slight disbelief. Guirita looked back at Sam, her eyes filled with worry and fear. "With her being a Wrath demon, our kingdoms will forever be connected. Her child is my child, our child is half Wrath." Dasmien said. Shock poured from Sam into me. Shock, but also wary relief. "I am still married to her. She is the current queen of-" "She's not, though. You have never crowned her as Queen." Dasmien interrupted Sam. "She's with child of another man, who was not from Wrath. I know your people value full-blooded li

He sensed my need, and his teeth sank into my neck. A rush of adrenaline raced through my veins. I fell apart, a moaning scream escaping me. My body, overwhelmed by lust, seemed to shatter and then reshape itself. Sam was a steady presence behind me, holding on as if his life depended on it. A wave of pure lust had slammed into me as I came together with Satan. My skin prickled. My forehead rested against the cold glass. Sam slowly peeled me off the sticky glass. "How does it feel being owned by the devil?" "How does it feel being owned by a human?" I replied with closed eyes and a soft smile around my lips, feeling more powerful than ever. A strange energy coursed through me, my fingertips tingling with life. I was uncontrollably sensitive to Sam's presence. It was like he was my life, a part of my soul. Sam guided me down on the carpet, right next to the glass. "Like I'm owned by heaven itself. Fucking incredible," Sam said, running his fingers over my skin. I smiled softly.