Authors: Marie Mason
An Angel on A Demon's Shoulder (A BBW Paranormal Romance) (Demon Brothers' Trilogy Book 3) (7 page)
Luc began the ceremony, keeping it short and simple. When it came to the part to exchange rings, two golden bands appeared. Remington took hers and placed it on her finger next to the engagement ring Luc had also provided. Glancing at the dark demon, he winked at her. Maybe, she thought, he wasn’t such a bad guy after all.
She took the other, larger ring and slid it onto Remington’s finger. “With this ring, I thee wed.” She repeated the words and met his dark gaze, and again wondered at the twists and turns fate could take.
After the ceremony, Luc swooped everyone off to a reception at Rachel and Ravjeer’s new house. There, they were greeted by friends from all over. In minutes, it turned into one giant party with demons, angels, and other supernatural beings getting their groove on.
While Clementine was enjoying herself tremendously, she wanted to be alone with her new demon husband. After dancing with her new father-in-law, she found Remington on the edge of the makeshift dance floor watching her. She walked over to him slowly, a smile on his face. “Remington—”
That was as far as she got before he was lifting her into his arms and striding across the room to where his parents stood. “We’re leaving.”
His father saluted him with his glass of whiskey. “I’m surprised you lasted this long, son.”
“Ravjeer.” Rachel scolded her husband before looking at her son. “Do you have to leave so soon, darling?”
“Yes.” Clementine hid a grin at Remington’s clenched jaw answer. She relaxed in her new husband’s arms, allowing him control.
“But—”
“Let it be, dear.” Ravjeer pulled his wife away. “We’ll see you later, son.” He waved his hand and a portal opened. Remington wasted no time stepping through it.
The whoosh of the portal had Clementine’s stomach knotting. Or was it the excitement flowing through her veins. They were standing in the middle of Remington’s bedroom, his arms still wrapped tightly around her. “You can put me down now,” she said.
“Don’t wanna,” he grinned down at her and in that moment, she knew she was the luckiest angel in the universe. He lowered her to the floor, his head bending and took her mouth in his. It was all tongues and hunger. Rough, sweet, almost worshipping. “I need you so fucking bad, baby.”
“Me too,” she whispered against his lips. As they kissed, she slid her hands between their bodies, eager to see him. “You have on too many clothes.” Gone was the need for any pretense. He made her feel dark and decadent things. Sinful, loving things.
He broke the kiss and stepped away as her fingers fumbled with the buttons of his shirt. She protested at first but stopped as her eyes took him in. He was perfection. Her gaze slid over the powerful definition of his pectorals dusted with dark hair, down the hard ridges of his abdomen. Her gaze followed the dark line of hair as it arrowed below the waistband of the linen pants Luc had conjured for their wedding. The thin fabric strained trying to contain the thick heft of his cock.
She licked her lips. She wanted to taste him.
“Not yet, sweetheart.” She felt his hands on her arms and realized she’d been about to kneel before him.
“Why not?”
“Because I’ll lose all control and tonight is about you.”
She shook her head. “No, it’s about us, Remington. Together.”
“Your pleasure is my pleasure,” he murmured. He bent his head and touched his mouth to her throat. Her head fell backward, her hair a long tumble of darkness against the white of her dress. The front of her dress was fashioned as a corset, held together by silken ribbons. She felt his fingers start to unwind them.
“You are so beautiful, Clementine.” The coolness of the evening air hit her overheated skin as he pushed apart the two sides of her dress, her breasts bared to him. She groaned as his lips touched one puckered center, his tongue licking the thick bud.
“Remington.” She breathed his name as her hands came up to hold his head close. Again and again, he lathed her breasts, giving equal attention to both.
“Damn, we do have on too many clothes,” he growled against her nipple, making her shiver. In seconds, her dress lay on the floor, a puddle of silk at her feet.
“What the fuck?” Remington looked down at her, his eyes darkening.
Clementine allowed her eyes to flutter open. “What? What’s wrong?” If a man had said that to her before, her first thought would have been he was judging her body and its overabundant curves. But not in Remington’s arms.
“You don’t have on any panties. That’s what the fuck is wrong.”
“I, I.” Clementine didn’t’ know what to say. She’d realized her lack of underwear hours ago. It had felt risqué and totally inappropriate to be married without a pair of panties, but it was what it was.
“That bastard. When I see him again, I’m going to rip him from limb to limb.”
She laid a hand on Remington’s arm. “It’s okay. It’s not as if he saw me naked.”
“What!”
Clementine had to smile at his outrage. “It’s not as if he saw me naked, darling.”
“I suppose not. But the thought of you—”
“You’re just upset because you didn’t know and couldn’t fantasize about me standing there, saying my vows with nothing on beneath my dress.” She stood on her tiptoes and kissed his chin. That was a far as she could reach unless he bent his head. Applying pressure to the back of his neck, she eased his head down, kissing along his jaw and cheek before settling on his mouth. “Now kiss me, demon.”
Remington did that and more. His hand gripped her nape, and his palm cupped the curve of her buttock, lifting her into the grind of his hips. Soon, his pants were off, and they were in the middle of his huge bed. She lay before him, naked and vulnerable and so damn innocent looking he hesitated. His face was hard with lust, his jaw tight with control. It seemed as if he’d waited a lifetime for this moment. “It will hurt the first time. And you’ll be sore every time afterward.”
“I know.” She sighed deeply. “I’m prepared to sacrifice myself.”
“Imp.”
“Nope, one hundred percent pure angel.”
“Yes, yes, you are.”
He lowered his head, needing to taste her mouth one more time before he tasted her. His body shook with excitement, and he felt as if he were lying with a woman for the very first time. He kissed his way down her body, paying tribute to her big beautiful breasts. Skimming his lips across the soft curve of her stomach, again the thought of her big with his child invading his mind. And then he was exactly where he wanted to be.
“Spread your legs, baby.” He pulled back as she obeyed him, revealing her pink pussy to his hungry eyes. A dark tangle of curls she kept trimmed topped her mound. Even though he had yet to touch her there, her outer lips were glistening with moisture. Had she been this wet the entire time?
He ran a finger up her slit and brought it to his mouth. He watched her as he licked away the moisture. “Mmm, so good.” He eased down on the bed, his rough palms sliding beneath her thighs. He pushed her legs up and back, opening her to him.
“So. Damn. Beautiful,” he breathed softly.
Clementine gasped at the first touch of his mouth on her. His lips were warm and firm as grazed them across her flesh. Her aching, needy flesh. He shifted positions, his broad shoulders forcing her legs further apart. Next, she felt his thumbs as they opened her pussy lips, spreading them wide so he could taste her. She jumped, her hips flexing upward when his tongue licked along her slit.
“Easy, babe,” he murmured against her. His warm breath and the vibration of his voice ratcheted up her desire. Her need.
Again and again, he tasted her, his tongue stroking up and down her center, stopping only to torment and torture her clit at the end of each long lick. She caught the locks of his dark hair in her fingers when he pulled the skin at the top of her mound wide, exposing her clit completely. She knew what was coming next, but wasn’t prepared for it.
She screamed his name, “Remington!”
He sucked her clit into his mouth, working it as he had her nipples. Sucking, scraping it with his teeth, flickering it with his tongue until she was on the verge. On the verge of something wonderful. She whispered his name and his ministrations increased in intensity, sending her over the edge of completion.
Nothing, nothing had ever felt so good.
Remington ate at Clementine’s pussy, the nectar of her juices flowing down his throat, a sweetness he couldn’t resist. The scent of her need surrounded him. He continued to work her needy flesh, giving her everything that was inside him. The grip on his head tightened, and he knew she was close. Another minute, another sharp flick of his tongue and he was holding her as she tumbled over. He continued to lick and suck on her as she descended from her high. As he felt her relax, he moved, easing up her body.
He placed a kiss on her mouth, coaxing her to open to him, sharing her taste. “Was that good, sweetheart?”
“Mmm, so good,” she smiled sleepily against his lips.
“Good. But we’re not done yet.”
“We’re not?”
“Nope. You wouldn’t want to leave a demon wanting, would you angel?” He cupped her bottom and maneuvered her until his cock was laying against her pussy.
“I wouldn’t?” Her fingers threaded through his hair.
“No.” He slid his hands between their bodies and gripped his cock. Guiding it into her warm entrance, he pressed forward. Once seated, he flexed his legs, spreading her wider as he braced himself above her. With slow, deliberate movements of his hips, he took her, thrusting inside as deep as he could go until he met the barrier of her innocence.
“This may hurt,” he whispered against her lips.
“But it will hurt so good,” she whispered back.
Her back arched off the bed as he claimed her fully, driving forward until the tip of his cock felt as if it were touching her womb. She didn’t cry out, just gripped his shoulders and panted for a few moments as her body absorbed the shock of being possessed by a demon. A very well-endowed demon.
“Okay?” He looked down into her eyes and Clementine saw the concern and worry.
“Oh, yeah.” She flexed her hips to show him she was just fine. “More,” she demanded in case he had any thoughts of not continuing.
“Anything you desire.” His hips moved slowly at first, making each of them groan as he pulled back, almost sliding from her body before he thrust back inside. It wasn’t enough, though. Not now. They both needed it fast and hard. And he gave them what they wanted. Needed.
Again and again, he took her, his cock dominating her pussy, making it his. He growled when he felt his release rising inside him. “Come for me, Clementine.” He changed the angle of his thrusts, making sure he hit her clit with each downward stroke.
“Yes, yes,” she pleaded, arching her hips to his. In moments, the world was exploding around her, white lights bursting behind her eyelids. She felt his overtake him as well. His movements turned short and choppy as he fought to make his release last. She could have told him there was no holding it back. She cried out as she felt the warm gush of his seed coating her insides and she was flying off into the heavens once again, this time in the arms of her demon.
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Marie Mason has always known, somewhere deep in her soul, that being a writer was what she was born to be. Thanks to the new and exciting world of self-publishing, Marie was finally able to make her dream come true. Part two of the dream is to be a full-time writer, spending the wee hours of the morning creating new and exciting characters for her readers. That part might take a little longer. If you’d like to contact her with a comment or suggestion, her email is
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CHRISTMAS BEARS
Shy and curvy librarian Mercy Thompson was finally getting to celebrate the Christmas season in a very long time. Raised by an aunt who believed Christmas was just another commercialized holiday, she’d hadn’t been allowed a tree, a brightly wrapped present or even a frosted sugar cookie.
When she meets bear shifter, Dirk Stockwell, she immediately feels a pull toward him. She knows, however that she is not his mate. How? Because the big bear ignores her. Fate, however, is willing to lend a hand to the young woman in search of the Christmas spirit…
Dirk is a bear shifter who doesn’t believe in Christmas and a whole lot of other things. He especially doesn’t believe he’s worthy of a mate. Having failed to protect his parents and siblings, he withdrew from the world, readily accepting his fate to be a lone bear. And during the Christmas season—a Bah Humbug bear.
Fate and the magic of Christmas have to work overtime to bring this couple together.
CHRISTMAS BEARS
Curvy girl Hope Martin’s usual Christmas celebration consisted of a pizza with everything and an action-adventure movie. No silly rom-coms for her. She’d given up on love a long time ago. Deciding to celebrate with her best friend in Riverton, Colorado, was either going to be the best decision of her life… or her worst.
Trapped in her car on a snowy mountainside with a lump on her head and the ability to distinguish fact from fiction fading fast, Hope decides it must be the worst.
Until he shows up.
Bear shifter Marcus Abrams had always dreamed of having a mate, but he’d long ago accepted the fact that he was meant to be a lone bear. He’d settled into his less-than-exciting existence farming Christmas trees in the small town of Riverton, helping the shifter community as best he could—like trying to knock some sense into the other two bears in the area. Bears who were slowly driving their mates away with their grumpy, Ba Humbug attitudes. Not Marcus. If the fates favored him with a mate, he’d do everything in his power to prove he was the bear for her.
He didn’t know who more surprised when he lumbered down the snowy mountainside that fateful morning—him, his bear or his mate.
THE MCCALL BROTHERS’ TRILOGY
Who wouldn’t want to be…stranded with a wolf?
When the snow started to fall in Chicago, everyone in Sara Allen’s office building quickly hurried home. Everyone except Sara and her boss, Jarod McCall. Why? Because her boss was CEO of McCall Holdings and a dominant alpha who made his own rules.
Even if it meant being stranded until the city shoveled its way out from under a record snowfall. As the hours past, Sara became more than upset with Jarod. He’d stranded her in a building with little food, a heating system that powered down on the weekends…and with him! How could she keep her feelings to herself when he kept touching her…kissing her…loving her?
Jarod was a big man with big appetites, and he wanted his curvy assistant to satisfy them. Sara might think he was an inconsiderate jackass, but he knew exactly what he was doing…stranding her with the wolf.
THE MCCALL BROTHERS’ TRILOGY
Wolf shifter Hunter McCall didn’t have time to form relationships, and he certainly didn’t want any attachments that might distract him when he was on a mission.
His destiny changed thanks to the winter storm blowing through Chicago—and the curvy brunette that needed to be—Rescued by the Wolf.
Julie Monroe was content with her life. She’d recently been promoted, had friends to spend time with, a family she could count on and…well, that was about all she had. No family of her own, no man to hold her and tell her he loved her. At least she didn’t have three hundred cats. Yet.
Traveling to a friend’s wedding, she suddenly finds herself stranded on the side of the road in a snow-covered city.
That’s when fate decided to step in…
THE MCCALL BROTHERS’ TRILOGY
Logan McCall had always wanted to be a family man—in spite of—his playboy reputation. Find his mate, have a few pups and settle down into a long, loving relationship sounded good, real good to him.
During a storm that rocked Chicago for three days, Logan found fate had a wicked sense of humor when it sent nurse Katie Wilson tumbling into his life. She was here for a weekend of loving with a man alright, just not with Logan.
How can he convince a woman that his reputation as Chicago’s hottest bachelor is all smoke and mirrors and that what he truly longs for is a mate and a family he can love and cherish.
Driving along a snow covered highway in the middle of a blizzard, Katie swore off men. It was a man who had put her in this dangerous situation. Well, a man and her stubborn pride. She’d been unwilling to waste the romantic getaway that had already been paid for at a scheduled mountain cabin just outside the city. So she decided to enjoy the weekend all by herself—if you didn’t count the adult toys she had packed in her suitcase and the multiple pints of ice cream she planned to buy on her way out of the city.
The last thing she’d been expecting on her binge-eating, binge-crying weekend was being Saved by the Wolf.
THE HOLIDAY BALL
One night…three wolves…
Hayden’s first official duty as alpha of the Barringer Pack was hosting the Holiday Ball. A Christmas dance that allowed single supernaturals to find a true mate—or just hook-up. Hayden had avoided the events for years, not ready to take a mate. This year, he’d had no choice. That didn’t mean he wasn’t going to enjoy himself. And the curvy witch hiding in the shadows looked like just the delectable morsel for his hungry wolf.
Amber hated coming to the Holiday Balls. She left feeling sadder and lonelier than ever before. She’d accepted the fact that Santa wasn’t going to hand her a mate wrapped in a pretty red bow. If not for the edict from her grandmother, the coven’s matriarch, she wouldn’t be here tonight.