Reborn As The Daemon’s Wife - Chapter 130

Long chapter incoming

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“You can’t do that.” He bit out through gritted teeth.

She feigned ignorance and asked, “why?”

He looked at her like she was an idiot and answered her nonetheless. “You don’t have a soul of your own. If I take that half back, you will die.”

“Okay.” She was only asking deliberately earlier but now she was truly curious. “Does this mean that if one of us were to die, the other would automatically die as well?”

He ignored his hurt from her words. Was she trying to imply that she was bothered by the fact that she had half of his soul? Would she rather be dead than have it? She wanted answers, so he gave her just that. “You wouldn’t die if I died. Your life is your own. Otherwise, you would have turned into the female version of me.”

She sighed in relief. That meant that his soul wouldn’t control hers in any way. She would know it if he was compelling her and the last time he tried that had failed so he probably wouldn’t.

“I see.” She sighed, tired of trying this game. To be fair, she was reluctant to continue hurting him.

“I’ll go now.” She turned to leave. She had meant that she was going to the kitchen to continue cooking but he misunderstood her statement and grabbed her from behind by her waist. She felt him nuzzle against her neck.

“Can’t you stay? You may not love him.” He pleaded.

She didn’t immediately understand him. “What are you talking about?”

His arms tightened around her. “We love each other. We can forget all about this so-called mate and be together. Can you at least give me a chance, flower?”

She finally understood what he was talking about and didn’t know what to say. Who would have thought that he would believe her nonsense?

She placed her hand on his.

“Actually, I was kidding.” She reassured him.

“Really?” He looked like he was about to fly off in joy and it shot right through her heart. She felt awful for having done that to him.

She turned and hugged him, kissing the uncertainty off his face. “Actually, I think you are my mate. If you aren’t, then I hope to never meet whoever my mate is.”

Her words reassured him. He spun her around and took her hand. “Do you think I can have a taste of whatever you’re cooking?”

“Before it’s ready? Not a chance.” She winked at him.

“Then I’ll have a taste of you instead. I bet you taste yummier anyway.” He pulled her to his side and kissed her, earning a playful smack on his arm for being so unrestrained.

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After dinner, Dairon sat on the couch in the library. He didn’t have any interest in reading at the moment but since he knew that she would definitely drop by for a book before bed, he sipped on a glass of wine as he waited for her so they would keep each other company.

Sure enough, she arrived a few minutes later and wasn’t surprised to see him. Like every other night, she picked a book and found a place to sit. Only this time, she didn’t sit in her favorite couch. He was already occupying it, so she looked around for a place to sit and in the end opted for his lap.

He was amused. “Is that your way of trying to claim your seat?”

She rested the back of her head against his chest. “Would you believe if I said that it has nothing to do with the seat?”

“Actually I would.” He smiled, enjoying how close she was. He parted his legs so she slid in between them. When she looked up at him in askance, he wrapped his arms around him. “I thought you’d be more comfortable this way.”

She was, so she didn’t complain. She opened the book she had randomly chosen, which happened to be a romance-themed novel. She blushed as soon as she read the first paragraph. Who the hell writes an erotic scene as the prologue of a book?

He saw the profile of her flushed face and couldn’t help shaking his head. “Haven’t you ever read an erotic novel before?” He asked against her ear.

She wanted to shrink into an ant! Was he reading over her head?

Of course she had read erotic novels before. She had been curious about what happened between husbands and wives and… she wanted to die. She hadn’t ever imagined reading them with an audience!

“Why don’t you continue reading?” He prompted, making her face even redder. “I’m already done with the first page.”

She wanted to beat the crap out of him in embarrassment. “It’s rude to try to read what someone else is reading!” She snarled at him.

He chuckled and held the sides of the book to help her flip the page. “Who am I to blame when you are the one who thought it comfortable to sit here? What else am I supposed to do?”

“Drink your wine or something.” She complained but didn’t make any move to leave.

“The wine is tasteless in comparison to you.” He remarked. “Besides, you often have sister time with Dahlia and you spend most of that time reading together. Why am I not allowed to read with you?” He asked in complaint about her unfairness.

She whipped her head around to glare at him. “Dahlia is a girl and my sister at that. But you…”

“Your lover.” He interrupted.

“Don’t force logic.” She rolled her eyes at him.

“It’s rude to talk while reading with someone else.” He used her own words against her and she rolled her eyes before turning to continue reading. She would simply ignore him.

It was easier thought than done. How could she pretend he wasn’t there when his arms were around her and seemed to lull her? She had never been this comfortable in a long while, and it would have been the most peaceful moment if she didn’t keep thinking about how he would think of her after knowing the kind of novels she read.

The scene got more erotic with each sentence and she couldn’t ignore it anymore. She didn’t wait for Dairon to be done reading the page before flipping to read the name on the cover, which she had overlooked when she picked it up.

The Demon in Her Bed.

That made sense, she thought. Although she had not heard much about them, demons were known to be unrestrained, especially sexually. Thinking of the make protagonist as a demon, it finally made sense that he was so insatiable that the female protagonist almost couldn’t catch up. Her mouth fell open when she remembered that there was a demon behind her. Had he read it too? What was she hoping for? Of course he must have read it. His comment confirmed it.

“I’m certain I’m a much better demon in your bed than he is for her.” He remarked, earning a smack on his wrist.

“Can you not say dirty things all the time?”

“What’s so dirty about that?” He chuckled but didn’t want her to die in shyness so he flipped to the next page.

“Actually, I’d prefer it if you gave a live narration to this kind of book.” He grinned naughtily.

She frowned but he didn’t let her off yet. He looked over her shoulder at the page and read aloud. “Heat pooled in my core as he held my nipple in his mouth and gently sucked on it. I grabbed his head and…”

“Dairon!” She once again hit him with little force.

“Are you shy to read it together? Then we can act it out.” He suggested and she rolled her eyes. Before he could continue reading, she closed the book and returned it to the shelf, vowing not to pick it up again. At least not in his presence. The most dangerous thing was neither the book nor him reading it. It was the fact that his hard-on was pressed against her back and was poking her through their clothes as he read it, and her mind kept replacing the characters of the book with her and Dairon. She would never be able to live it down if he found out how wet she was, so she didn’t go back to sit between his legs. She took the seat next to his and changed the topic as fast as she could.

“Did you wipe Narilia’s memory of you as a demon?”

He nodded, which made her even more curious.

“Does that mean your demigod form is a disguise?” She asked as she leaned closer to him.

He thought about it but shook his head. “I wouldn’t say that.”

He wanted to pull her back to her previous position but she threw him another question. “What do you look like as a demon?”

He raised his eyebrows when he realized that was what she had wanted to ask from the start. “Do you want to see it?”

She nodded slowly and looked at him hopefully.

He stood up to give her a full view with a slight laugh at her uncertainty.

“Try not to bolt away.”

She nodded fast as if afraid that he would change his mind. She reflexively closed her eyes and peeked between her fingers in case the transformation rendered him naked. When she opened them, he was not naked, but he looked miles different from his usual self.

His black, silky hair was longer than she imagined and his face slightly more chiseled. His pupils looked like they had actual fire in them and when her eyes landed on his lips, she uncontrollably licked hers. No wonder demons could so easily entice other beings!

His robe no longer covered his body, merely handing around the lower half to make way for a pair of large wings with pitch-black feathers. They were different from other demons’ feathers which was probably because he was only half demon, and although his were black, she could tell that they were similar in shape to Alaya’s.

She covered her mouth with both of her hands.

He saw her reaction and smirked, which made her heart race faster than it did when he did that as a demigod.

“Are you scared?” He asked, his gentleness gone.

She took notice of his fangs when he spoke. So it was true that demons had actual fangs. She wanted to study them closer and quickly stopped him when he wanted to revert back to his demigod form.

He paused and looked at her curiously.

She blushed at her own overreaction and tried not to look as flustered as she was, even though her heart was going at several miles per minute.

She cleared her throat. “Am I crazy to think that you look more handsome as a demon?”

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Which is your favorite version?

Demon Dairon or Demigod Dairon?