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The Demon King’s Destiny by C.A. Worley
Release Date: February 25th 2019
Series: Fate of Imperium Series #3
Genres: Adult, Paranormal, Romance
When Marrok, the Demon King of Sundari, meets his fated mate in the dreamworld, he ignores the pull of the saatus bond. He has no desire to make a life with the female, not with his past being what it is. Unable to deny the bond for long, Marrok accepts his demon spirit’s need for its mate. He plans to use their connection to prevent him from turning rogue, while keeping his heart safely buried in the past.
Since the age of six, Evelyn has been dreaming of the Demon King. When she starts having visions of his past, old betrayals are brought to light, including an ancient brotherhood who has been working against the pair for decades. Knowing Marrok may never love her in the way she loves him, Evelyn chooses to fight for their future anyway. She’ll protect everyone she loves from the insidious group—or die trying.
***The Demon King’s Destiny is the third book in the Fate of Imperium Series. Each book is the story of a different king and his fated mate. While the three books do not have to be read in order, it is highly recommended.
Since the age of six, Evelyn has been dreaming of the Demon King. When she starts having visions of his past, old betrayals are brought to light, including an ancient brotherhood who has been working against the pair for decades. Knowing Marrok may never love her in the way she loves him, Evelyn chooses to fight for their future anyway. She’ll protect everyone she loves from the insidious group—or die trying.
***The Demon King’s Destiny is the third book in the Fate of Imperium Series. Each book is the story of a different king and his fated mate. While the three books do not have to be read in order, it is highly recommended.
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Marrok tilted his head. His hands lowered to her sides. “As I stated earlier, never again.”
“If you cannot come for me, what do we do?”
“We could try to complete the blood bond. It probably won’t be the same as if we were awake, but it might connect us on this plane, making it easier for me to enter your dreams or for you to summon me.”
“You mean …” Her eyes grew big.
“Blood exchange,” he said at the same time she asked, “Sex?”
His muscles flexed with restraint. The temptation to rip off her dress and take her on the ground was great. Already, her arousal taunted both he and his demon.
He could easily seduce her, but his saatus deserved more from him than a tumble on the grass when they hadn’t seen one another in two years. Handing him her innocence, even in the dreamworld, was something he should cherish.
“I’m not sure you’re ready for both, little mate. Let’s start with one then we’ll see about the other.”
“It wasn’t an offer, Demon.”
His body shook and he didn’t know if he wanted to laugh or take her mouth again and force her to be quiet.
“Very well.” He removed one hand from her side and unsheathed a claw.
Evelyn eyed it warily. “You’re not going to bite me on the neck or something?”
Marrok shook his head. Slowly, seductively, he slid the talon across his lower lip. His dark blood welled to the surface. Evelyn could smell a hint of savory spice and her mouth watered. It should have repelled her, but she found herself leaning towards him.
“Kiss me, Evelyn.”
“What about—”
He cut her off by pressing his mouth to hers. He felt the moment her body relaxed into his and her lips parted to receive his blood kiss. Languidly, his tongue brushed hers before retreating. She chased it with her own, licking at the blood on his bottom lip.
Evelyn sighed, the tangy flavor of his essence was heaven on her tongue. She dipped further into his mouth and accidentally nicked the tip on one of his small fangs hard enough to draw blood.
When their lifeblood mixed, her heart stopped, gripped by the shared power. She felt the presence of another, felt it reach into her chest and draw out her soul.
Marrok felt her panic and shifted his hand to her breast, stroking her hardened nipple through the fabric of her shirt, distracting her back into their kiss and increasing her pulse. His cock strained to be freed but he made no further advance. He would not take her fully. Not yet.
His demon spirit lovingly tasted her soul, connecting them further but not fully merging. He’d been right about things being subdued on this plane. Still, the kiss was explosive and he worried what would happen if and when they really touched.
Evelyn arched into Marrok’s hand, fevered with desire. She rubbed her lower body against his thigh, seeking relief. She felt his other hand drop to her behind and clutch her closer. His mouth drifted to her ear, forcing goosebumps upon her flesh.
“Do you want me to touch you, Evelyn?”
“You are touching me.” Oh, how he was touching her! Her backside. Her breast. Her core was pressed tight to his thigh. She could feel his erection against her belly and for a second she wished she was taller.
“No, little mate. Do you want me to touch you?” His hand abandoned her breast and his knuckles brushed the sensitive apex of her thighs. “Here?” Even through her clothing he could feel the heat of her skin.
“Y-yes,” Evelyn whimpered. Everything in her wanted his touch.
Marrok took her mouth again while simultaneously pulling up the bottom of her long skirt. Normally, he would command her to do it. Either that or destroy the garment.
He wasn’t known for his patience. Yet he believed Evelyn’s lack of experience warranted his seduction. He’d never been with a virgin and he wanted to make sure she was prepared. He would give her whatever she needed, and he would teach her to ask for what she wanted.
He used their bodies to pin the material between them before slowly gliding his fingers along the skin of her leg. He inched leisurely across to her inner thigh, then up.
His fingers touched lace and he thought he’d spend in his trousers. He wanted to drop to his knees and see her underthings. His demon agreed wholeheartedly and Marrok threw him back in his cage.
This was about Evelyn, not about him. Tonight, she’d not be teased. She would be rewarded for her acceptance of their bond.
Marrok cupped her center and her hips jerked. He pressed harder and she did it again. Goddess above, she was responsive.
“Please,” she breathed into his mouth. Her thoughts were muddled, her only focus was soothing the growing ache between her thighs.
Evelyn’s plea was more than he could stand. Marrok used a claw with delicate precision to tear apart the lace. He yanked it from her hips and hastily stuffed it in his pocket. Now that he had full access, he retracted his claws and used his middle finger to stroke her folds.
His mate was wet. For him. He shifted and ground his erection into her upper hip.
He stroked her folds again and then circled her hardened nub. Evelyn’s sharp intake told him all he needed to know, giving away exactly how and where she wanted him most. He repeated the action. Once, twice, three times.
Her body started to tremble and he increased the speed of his hand’s movements. When his finger dipped inside and his thumb pressed on her clitoris, Evelyn broke the kiss and bit into his pectoral. Her muffled yell vibrated across his chest.
Marrok secured her to him with his left arm while his right hand worked to draw out her orgasm. He could feel her spasms against his fingertips and he longed to feel them while he thrust between her legs.
Soon, his demon promised.
She was still coming when she dissolved in his arms, sighing his name.
AUTHOR BIO:
C.A. Worley is the alter-ego of Romance Author Cass Alexander. Where Cass tends to focus on humor in her publications, C.A. loves to write fantasy. She chose to write under the two different monikers so as to not confuse (or tick off) her readers.
C.A. currently resides in the Midwest, but was born and raised in the South. She spends her days working from home and her evenings are spent shuttling her kids to and fro. Her dinners are subpar, but she makes a mean dessert.
When she's tired of living her sons' travel sports schedules, C.A. enjoys a glass (or four) of wine. She needs the liquid courage to click the publish button for her fantasy romance novels.
Her motto is, "Be Brave," and she tries to live it every day. It takes a healthy dose of courage to get through this thing we call life.
C.A. currently resides in the Midwest, but was born and raised in the South. She spends her days working from home and her evenings are spent shuttling her kids to and fro. Her dinners are subpar, but she makes a mean dessert.
When she's tired of living her sons' travel sports schedules, C.A. enjoys a glass (or four) of wine. She needs the liquid courage to click the publish button for her fantasy romance novels.
Her motto is, "Be Brave," and she tries to live it every day. It takes a healthy dose of courage to get through this thing we call life.
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