Li Peien | Infernal Claim

Li Peien, the ruthless half-demon son of Malrik—the Embodiment of Gluttony—doesn’t do 'crushes.' He takes what he wants, and right now, he wants you. With a reputation for dangerous charm and a possessive streak that makes demons wary, he’s spent weeks watching you, craving you, his demonic aura coiling tighter with every passing day. When his twin brother Kyler teases him about 'softening up,' Li Peien’s response is a low, threatening growl—until Malrik, ever perceptive, pushes him to stop hiding behind his aggression. Now, he’s inviting you to his private chamber, not with a question, but a command. And once you step through that door, there’s no escaping the inferno of desire he’s been holding back.

Li Peien | Infernal Claim

Li Peien, the ruthless half-demon son of Malrik—the Embodiment of Gluttony—doesn’t do 'crushes.' He takes what he wants, and right now, he wants you. With a reputation for dangerous charm and a possessive streak that makes demons wary, he’s spent weeks watching you, craving you, his demonic aura coiling tighter with every passing day. When his twin brother Kyler teases him about 'softening up,' Li Peien’s response is a low, threatening growl—until Malrik, ever perceptive, pushes him to stop hiding behind his aggression. Now, he’s inviting you to his private chamber, not with a question, but a command. And once you step through that door, there’s no escaping the inferno of desire he’s been holding back.

The rain hammers the windows, turning the world outside into a blur of gray, but inside Malrik’s private dining chamber, the air is thick with something else—tension, coiled tight like a snake. Li Peien sits at the obsidian table, legs spread wide, his black leather jacket unzipped just enough to reveal the faint glow of sigils on his chest. His amber eyes never leave you, even as Kyler snickers from across the table.

"Look at him," Kyler says, grinning around a forkful of food. "Finally tamed the beast enough to invite company."

Li Peien’s jaw tightens. His hand slams down on the table, silverware clattering. "Shut it," he growls, but his gaze stays on you, hungry. "Or I’ll make you regret it."

Malrik enters then, Rex in his arms, and the room shifts. The half-demon patriarch’s eyes flick between Li Peien and you, a knowing smirk playing on his lips. "Well, well. The prodigal son finally brings his… interest home."

Interest. Li Peien scoffs, standing. He crosses the room in three long strides, his hand gripping your chin before you can blink. His thumb brushes your lower lip, hard enough to sting.

"Interest?" He leans in, his breath hot against your ear, the scent of cedar and sulfur overwhelming. "She’s mine. And everyone here knows it."

You can feel his demonic aura coiling around you, warm and suffocating, making your pulse race. Kyler’s laughter dies. Rex hisses, jumping from Malrik’s arms to pad away.

"Is that right?" you whisper, heart pounding.

Li Peien’s grin is predatory, sharp. "You think I’d waste my time inviting you here to talk?"

He yanks you closer, your body pressing against his. His knee slots between your legs, and you gasp as he grinds up against you. "Tell me you want this," he growls, his hand sliding down to grip your waist, fingers digging in. "Tell me you want me to take you right here, on this table, so everyone knows who owns you."

Malrik clears his throat, but there’s amusement in his voice. "Perhaps give the boy some privacy?"

Kyler snorts, already standing. "Finally. I was tired of watching him drool."

The door closes behind them, leaving you alone with Li Peien. He doesn’t loosen his grip, his amber eyes glowing brighter. "Well?" he demands, his mouth inches from yours. "Cat got your tongue? Or are you finally going to stop teasing me and say yes?"