Chapter 96: Like Rubbing Butter in a Cat’s Mouth**

"I want to know what it’s like," Blair breathlessly continued, her voice trembling.

Daemus raised a brow, silently wondering just how far out of her shell she was willing to go.

To his surprise, Blair pushed herself up from the mattress. She swung a leg over his hips, straddling his waist, and slowly lowered herself down right on top of his erection.

She kept her gaze glued firmly to his chest, too nervous to meet his eyes. Because she wouldn’t look up, she completely missed the wide-eyed, stunned look of shock washing over Daemus’s face. This was not what he had been expecting her to do.

Even through the fabric of his sweatpants and her thin cotton panties, she could feel the rigid, burning heat of his erection pressing firmly against her crotch.

I read this in a book once, Blair thought wildly, her pulse hammering against her eardrums. She honestly never thought she would ever have the actual guts to try it in real life.

She tentatively rested her small hands flat against his tense, muscular abs. Finally gathering her courage, she looked up into his silver eyes.

"Is it okay if I do this?" she quietly asked.

For Daemus, it was probably not okay. Having her straddle him while she smelled this good was the equivalent of dangling fresh meat over the nose of a starving wolf. But he ground his teeth together, forcing his tense muscles to relax. I am in control, he fiercely reminded himself.

Daemus held her gaze. "I am yours," he told her, his voice a low, rough rumble. "For you to use however you want."

Blair’s face reddened even more, burning a brilliant shade of crimson. She looked down at herself, seated squarely on top of him, and instantly froze. Her mind began running a mile a minute, overthinking how she was actually supposed to do this.

Slowly, hesitantly, Blair started moving.

She rolled her hips forward, grinding down against him. The hard length of his erection brushed perfectly against her clit through the layers of their clothes.

"Fuck," Daemus swore quietly, his jaw clenching tight.

The friction sent a jolt of pure electricity straight up Blair’s spine. Soon, the awkward hesitation vanished. She got into a steady rhythm, rocking her hips and moving faster against him. Soft, breathless moans began to slip past her lips with every downward press.

Daemus stayed perfectly still beneath her. He kept his hands flat against the mattress, his knuckles turning white as he gripped the bedsheets. He didn’t dare touch her, he didn’t trust himself not to accidentally hurt her.

Blair got completely lost in the bliss. She tipped her head back, her breathing growing ragged as she chased the rapidly building, euphoric high pooling in her lower belly. It felt so damn good.

She rocked her hips hard, pushing herself right to the edge.

"Daemus!" Blair moaned his name breathlessly as she teetered right on the cusp of her climax.

Hearing her cry his name broke him. All restraint and control went straight out the window.

Daemus lunged forward. His large hands gripped her ass fiercely. His claws digging deep into her soft flesh. Warm blood immediately trickled from where his claws pierced her skin, but Blair was so overwhelmed by the sheer, blinding rush of pleasure crashing over her that she hardly even registered the pain. It just felt too good.

He moved her hips for her, forcing her to grind faster and harder against him until she shattered, crying out as the orgasm wrecked her body.

But the second she came, Daemus flipped them over, pinning her flat against the bed.

Blair’s eyes blew wide open. Her chest was heaving with every ragged breath as she stared up at him. The gentle, teasing prince she knew was gone. The silver in his eyes had darkened, reflecting a haze of feral lust.

Daemus lowered his head, pressing his face deep into the crook of her neck. He inhaled her scent, a deep, rumbling growl vibrating against her collarbone.

"Mine," Daemus whispered fiercely against her skin.

He dragged his warm tongue right between her collar and her neck in a slow, wet lick and then, he sank his teeth into her flesh.

Blair screamed, clenching her eyes tightly shut. She pushed her hands frantically against his broad shoulders as a sharp, agonizing pain radiated from her neck, traveling like a shockwave through her entire body.

Daemus ignored her struggling hands. He grabbed the hem of her shirt and ripped it clean off her body, his claws leaving a stinging scratch across her bare chest. Her cotton underwear was torn away next in short order, tossed carelessly to the floor.

He had never, ever scared her the way he was scaring her right now.

"Daemus!" she cried out, her voice trembling.

He didn’t respond to his name. His hands busied themselves with her bare breasts, roughly groping the soft flesh before he lowered his head to suck hard on her skin. Blair couldn’t hold back her breathy moans, the lingering sensitivity of her climax fighting a losing battle against her rising terror. She could only whimper his name over and over; she just couldn’t bring herself to actually tell him to stop.

But things escalated from there.

Daemus quickly undressed himself, shedding his sweatpants. He hovered naked over her. His eyes were hazed over, lost to the rut.

Blair’s legs trembled violently as he forced her thighs apart. His claws dug in, leaving slight, dark bruises blooming across her pale skin. She looked down, her breath hitching in pure terror. The sheer size of his cock was intimidating.

"Daemus, please stop," Blair whimpered, her voice cracking as he pressed forward, rubbing the thick tip against her entrance.

Blair pressed her hands hard against his chest, trying to push him away.

A growl escaped Daemus’s lips. He used one hand to grab both of her wrists, pinning her arms above her head against the pillows.

"Daemus," Blair called out to him again, her voice a desperate, pleading sob.

Still, there was no response.

A single, hot tear slipped from the corner of her eye and rolled down her pale cheek just as he thrust his hips forward, roughly entering her tight entrance.

The pain of the forceful entry was blinding.

But right as he pushed inside, Daemus paused. His gaze flickered, landing on her face. He saw the tear sliding down her cheek.

The dark haze shattered instantly.

Absolute horror washed over Daemus’s face. The reality of what he was doing crashed into him.

"I... I’m so sorry," Daemus apologized, his voice shaking.

He pulled out of her as gently as he possibly could, releasing her wrists and throwing himself off her body and onto the floor. He didn’t even stop to grab his clothes.

Daemus sprinted across the bedroom. Mid-stride, his form blurred. He shifted into a massive, dark blue wolf and launched himself headfirst straight through the closed window.

The glass shattered into a million pieces, the sharp sound ringing out into the cold mountain night as the Wolf Prince disappeared into the dark.