Page 27 of Bedeviled

“Please, Memnon, stop saying these things.”

His touch pauses, then starts up again—neck, spine, ass. He strokes me like a cat.

“I cannot,” he admits. “I am not a good man, but for you, I am this, and I shall hope it’s enough.”

I don’t have the words to reciprocate what he’s saying, but unfortunately, I want to. The urge rises in me, so strong it’s hard to quell.

Memnon sits up then, rising to his feet, though he’s totally nude. He bends down then and lifts me.

“What are you doing?” I ask, wrapping my arms around his neck. I grimace when I feel wetness slipping out of me and between my thighs.

“Taking my wife to bed.”

I wake the next morning to chilly air and the heavy press of a body at my side. It comes back to me a moment later.

I’m married.

I don’t…feel any different.

Behind me, Memnon shifts, the arm slung around my waist tightening.

Except, there’s that. And there’s the soreness between my legs. And on my nipples. And my thighs. And my lips.

Memnon clearly wanted to impress upon my body that we are officially a thing. My traitorous stomach flutters at that, and my core heats, the hussy.

I lift my hand into the air to take a look at the ring on my finger, watching as the carnelian catches the morning light. It’s lovely.

I bite back a semi-hysterical laugh when I realize that I’m going to have to tell my parents about this.

Goddess save me from that conversation.

A thump comes from the other side of the room. I peer down the length of the bed. There, to the left of the door we cracked open last night, is Nero. His tail swishes then smacks against the floor, making that thumping noise again. Clearly he’s annoyed, probably that he didn’t have a cozy bed to sleep on. Never mind that he grew up in the actual wilderness and lived much of his life without said cozy bed.

He sees me looking and very deliberately gets up and prowls out of the small house, his tail flicking behind him.

Just as I lay my head back down, Memnon’s arm tightens around my midsection, and he pulls me against him.

“Good morning, wife.”

I chew on the inside of my cheek, trying to stop myself from smiling like the giddy little witch I am.

“Morning…my most evil overlord,” I say, trying to steer this conversation far, far from anything so cutesy that it would engage my gag reflex.

Memnon leans forward and nips the edge of my ear. I don’t miss his heavy hardness pressing against my backside.

“I need to get back to Henbane,” I breathe, annoyed that already I’m getting aroused by the feel of him against me.

“Do you have classes today?”

“Yes.” Henbane Coven has toyed with the idea of closing its doors due to the recent murders, but so far, it remains open.

“Tell me who your teachers are,” he whispers, “and I will convince them to cancel today.”

“Memnon.”

I feel his smile against my back. “Love it when you get that surly tone. Makes me want to fuck it out of you.”

Hell’s spells. I don’t know how much more of a pounding my pussy can take after last night. Even as I think it, my core begins to throb pleasantly. Pretty sure she’s up for more.