A Dangerous Demon King (The Sentinel Demons Book 4) by J. S. Scott Read Free Book Online Page A

sharing emotions. We’re sharing thoughts. No matter what his reaction is, I don’t think I could ever be afraid of him.” She reached for Kristoff’s hand, as though they both needed the connection.
    Careful not to squeeze too hard, Kristoff clasped her small, delicate hand in his, feeling some of his anger slip away as she lit a part of his soul that had long been pitch dark. “You’re as beautiful as your voice,” he told her hoarsely, once again mesmerized by her gaze, and the determination he saw in her eyes.
    She lowered her head. “I’m dirty, scarred, and I’ve been used by the demons for almost two centuries. That’s not the mate for a king.”
    He missed seeing her eyes instantly, her hair cascading around her downturned face. “Don’t ever look down in my presence,” he demanded.
    Her head popped up immediately. “I’m sorry.”
    “Don’t be sorry, either,” he insisted. “Athena, can you clean her up and dress her appropriately? My powers are weak right now. Her state of disarray obviously disturbs her.”
    With a wave of her hand, the goddess cleaned Sophie up and changed her into a pair of jeans and a soft, fuzzy, red, short sleeved sweater.
    Kristoff’s radiant ran a hand through her newly-repaired, silky dark hair, over the lightweight sweater, and finally brushed her fingers across the soft denim. “I’ve never worn pants before. I noticed the other women dressed like this. Times have changed?”
    Athena snickered. “Honey, they’ve changed enormously. At least I had a TV to watch the changes. But you only have two hundred years to catch up with. I had eons. And you’ll get used to wearing jeans. It took me a while.”
    “What is TV?” Sophie asked curiously.
    Athena snatched the remote on Kristoff’s bedside table and pushed a button. Sophie jumped as sound suddenly erupted from the television mounted on the wall.
    As she handed Sophie the remote control, Athena proceeded to explained how to change the channels, and the difference between documentaries, reality TV, and fictional shows.
    Kristoff’s eyes never left his radiant , captivated by every little graceful motion she made, every word she said. The human realm was a strange new world for Sophie right now, but her curiosity would have her acclimating quickly.
    My mate. My radiant. Mine.
    His engorged cock throbbed with need, and the place where his mating mark should be burned like fire. He felt like he needed that mark more than he needed to breathe, and he was consumed with the desire to have his own on Sophie’s shoulder.
    “Zach and Drew need to take Kat and Talia home to rest,” Athena told Kristoff.
    “My radiant stays here with me,” he demanded, unwilling to let Sophie leave his sight for even a moment. It had taken him thousands of years to find her. Honestly, he’d given up on ever being granted a mate. He sure as hell wasn’t leaving anything to chance. He could already feel Sophie permeating his soul, her lightness chasing away the dark.
    Then, his doubts started to plague him, the constant knowledge that had been with him since he became the Sentinel king.
    I don’t fucking deserve a mate. She can’t be mine. Even though I crave her, I’m going to have to set her free.
    The thought of Sophie not becoming his mate made a growl rise low in his throat. The desire to claim her was so strong that rational thought was difficult. His every instinct was to keep her close to him, bind her to him as quickly as possible.
    But his humanity was speaking to him much more rationally, making him cautious and considering her feelings. It was his duty to make her happy, and she’d never be happy with him. Plus, she’d been a prisoner for two hundred years. All of her adult life. The last thing she needed was the burdens he carried heaped on her shoulders.
    Sophie was everything that was light, curious, and compassionate, everything he’d never deserve because of his past.
    “I’ll stay with you,” Sophie answered