Last Minion Standing

Chapter Eight

I came to lying on Drake’s bed. Naked still and spread eagle, but unbound—what a shame. Raising my head I looked at my mostly healed body.

“You were out for about twelve hours.”

I turned towards Drake’s voice and found him standing beside the bed, and even better, completely naked.

“The poison should be out of your system by now and in another twelve to sixteen hours, the rest of your injuries should be gone.”

Thank Satan for super healing demon blood. I felt like a million bucks considering what had happened and I wanted to celebrate being alive. What I couldn’t understand was why Drake didn’t join me on the bed. I could see he wanted me, his cock projected hard enough to do chin ups on.

I rolled onto my side and smiled at him. “Thanks for killing Dretnor. I guess that makes you the winner. So why don’t you come here and show me what a good minion you are?”

He just smiled at me. “Depends. You going to tell me what I want to hear?” I rolled my eyes. “Are we back to that? Isn’t it enough I like fucking you?” Faster than my half human eyes could follow, I found myself on my stomach with his deliciously bare body plastered over mine, his throbbing cock pulsing against the crease of my cleft. I wiggled my bottom against him and he groaned.

“Dammit, baby, you are driving me insane. You are not leaving this bed ‘til you tell me you love me and beg me to mark you.”

“Do your best,” I said breathlessly. He didn’t need to know I intended to cave. I loved him, pure and simple. When I thought he might be dead, I’d suffered more pain than all of my physical injuries put together. But knowing I loved him and secretly wanted him to mark me as his didn’t mean I wouldn’t really enjoy his attempts to convince me. I’d make sure he worked at it extra hard.

His arm snaked around my waist and he hoisted my bottom up. When I tried to raise myself on my arms, a heavy hand shoved me down, burying my face into the pillow.

Ooh, kinky. His knees nudged my legs apart and his swollen head rubbed against my already moist lips.

“Are you going to say it?”

“No,” I said with a hidden smile.

I yelped at the hard smack he lay on my plump ass cheek, and then I moaned as he followed up with a cock thrust into my tight channel. I’d barely had a chance to clench him when he pulled out and asked again. “Do you love me?”

“Can’t we just be friends?” Slap and pump. “Fuck friends?” Again he smacked my ass then impaled me. Damn was I having fun. Panting by now, I shook my head when he asked again and bit back my cry as he slapped my already stinging buttocks, but I was ready for the other half of his persuasion and when he plunged his shaft back in, I tightened my muscles around him.

He grunted as he dug his fingers into my cheeks. “Tell me you love me.”

“Not yet,” I replied with a hidden grin. This went on for a while. He spanked me and thrust into me, over and over until my ass burned hotly and my pussy even more so.

When he threw pinching my clit in to the mix, I knew I’d lost the game.

I whispered it. “I love you.”

He went still inside of my sexually aching body. “What did you say?”

“I love you, dammit. You and your dragon and your pig headed, chauvinistic attitude.”

He leaned over and his lips grazed the skin on the back on my neck sending shivers throughout my body.

“I love you, too, my feisty darling.”

I would have replied, but he thrust back into me and this time he wasn’t fucking around. He pumped me hard and fast, his thick rod finding and striking my g-spot while his hand rubbed at my sensitive clit.

I arched back into him, pushing back against him to drive him in deeper. The coiling pleasure built inside me, feverishly so.

His tempo increased, his cock driving piston fast into my gripping channel, a low keen emerged as I coasted on the edge of bliss. I felt his lips caress the tender skin of the back of my nape and when he bit down, I screamed. My orgasm hit me hard as he sunk his teeth into me, marking me. And although he didn’t speak aloud, I heard him clearly when he said, “Mine.”

A feeling I reciprocated wholeheartedly even as I almost lost consciousness from the pleasure. He must have come, I didn’t know or care, my body too boneless and sated to pay attention. He collapsed on the bed beside me and drew me into the circle of his arms, kissing my temple gently. I burrowed deeper into the warmth of his arms. Sickening, I know, but dammit, it felt so nice, I couldn’t muster up my usual dislike of such an intimate moment.

“So now what?” I finally asked when my breathing calmed down enough to speak and be understood.

“Now we make love ‘til neither of us can walk.”

I giggled. “I was going to do that anyway. I mean this whole mate thing. Seeing as you’ve marked me, what happens now?”

“I do my best to make you the happiest, most sexually satisfied woman in the world.”

“I like that,” I murmured. “And as my minion, I also expect coffee, one sugar and two creams, just so you know.

He chuckled, his chest rumbling under my cushioned cheek and I smiled.

“I wonder what stupid name ended up winning,” I said, thanking Satan my contract with the reality show couldn’t force me to keep the name the audience chose. Imagine being stuck with the name Soul Slut. Especially since, I was a one-man woman now. And if Drake even thought about not being a one woman man he’d be opening himself up to a whole truckload of pain.

“I’ve got a name for you,” he announced suddenly.

“Let’s hear it.” Although I had to admit, now that he’d bitten me, the title of mate kind of struck my fancy.

He tugged me on top of him and I looked down at his handsomely rugged face. His eyes glowed in a way I’d come to recognize he only did around me, and his lips curved into the dimpled smile I loved so much. “I think your super hero name should be Wife.

And as your partner, my title will be Husband. What do you say?” My throat did not close up when I whispered “That sounds perfect.” And it wasn’t tears which made my eyes water. Okay, I’m lying. What can I say? Love does strange things even to a tough ass half demon like me. Sure, he’d bitten me and all, made me his mate, but marriage, we were talking about public commitment, and a chance to go shopping for the wickedest wedding dress ever. Ohh, and let’s not forget the shoes.