Every Witch Demon but Mine (Maeren Series Book 1) by Mercedes Jade

Author:Mercedes Jade [Jade, Mercedes]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2018-11-15T06:00:00+00:00

If You Give Him a Taste

The demon liked to make her sweat.

He hadn't lied about the running part of the class, but he had failed to mention the distance and the intensity from this little workout.

It wasn't a fitness class for nobility, but military-level training for demon handlers.

The other girls in the class were from working clans. They had hard, lean muscles from physical work that made Elizabeth feel like a slob.

Running wild in the hills around their cottage wasn't the same as running really far, really fast, and with no end in sight.

She had been quickly left behind by the rest.

None of the other young witches had figured out that she was a noble. It had made for a warmer reception than she and Jill had experienced earlier.

A couple of the witches had seemed liked they might want to be friends, running the first couple minutes with her before promising to talk more at the finish.

Elizabeth couldn't really speak anyway, just heave air in and out between punishing steps, so she had nodded them on.

Her world narrowed from one breath to the next, her burning muscles threatening to seize if she stopped even for a moment. It was exhilarating even if tiring, pushing her body like she did her magic.

Daemon slammed into her like a freight train halfway through the trail.

One moment she was running and then her feet were off the ground. He picked up her smaller body, turning so he could absorb the impact from a thick oak tree against his back that stopped their momentum.

Leaves floated down around them as she smashed against his chest, cradled for a moment, and then he switched their positions to put her back against the trunk.

They were both panting from the run.

He yelled at her between breaths.

“What are you wearing?”

The question was as unexpected as his sudden arrival.

“Uh, running pants, uh, breeches,” she muttered at him, irritable as his grip didn’t give an inch to her questing wiggles to free herself.

He had her pinned to the tree, dangling a foot off the ground, and still, he towered over her.

She glanced up.

He wasn’t looking at her clothes.

His dark stare penetrated her startled gaze.

Fuck. No demon had ever gotten the better of her like this. She was pinned like weak prey, subject to his every whim.

Why did that make her hot?

She shivered as the adrenaline kicked her abused muscles. Running was no longer an option.

His pupils had dilated fully, making his eyes demon black, except for the thinnest rims of green irises. It was intimidating.

The only time she usually got this close to an angry demon was when she was slipping a stake between his ribs.

“I can feel my magic inside you,” he told her, the fingers of his free hand trailing over her racing carotid pulse.

Whoa, they’d gone from what she was wearing to what was underneath her clothes really fast.

His body was all pressed up against her front, but that tiny touch by her newly reinforced tattoo was what really drove her crazy.

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