Total pages in book: 56
Estimated words: 54625 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 273(@200wpm)___ 219(@250wpm)___ 182(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 54625 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 273(@200wpm)___ 219(@250wpm)___ 182(@300wpm)
This creature was red-skinned, with long, sharp tusks, double sets of horns—one set short and small, the others long and curling—with horrific, bright red, glowing eyes.
He was slightly taller than Daemon, but much wider. And the sound that escaped him was less of a growl and more like distant screaming. Like a chorus of voices crying in pain.
His victims, maybe?
My gaze slid over to the carnage on the ground. I didn’t want to look, but I couldn’t seem to stop myself.
The young man’s eyes were still wide open with shock and fear. I prayed for his sake that all of the dismemberment had happened after he was already dead.
The screaming sound intensified as the demon stomped a foot on the ground, looking ready to charge Daemon like a bull.
But then, another sound joined the screaming.
This, though, was a deafening roar, something primal and terrifying.
When I found the source, my breath caught.
Because it was coming from Daemon. Only he wasn’t the same Daemon anymore.
The horns I’d felt protruding from his scalp had extended to their full glory. His fingers elongated, stretched down to lethally sharp talons.
It was absolutely insane, but I felt my sex clench at the sight of him.
I was still trying to wrap my head around that reaction when he charged forward, the movement so fast that he blurred.
One second, he was there.
The next, he was in front of the other demon, his arm whipping out, those talons of his tearing across the throat of the beast.
Daemon was still roaring.
But the only sound from the beast was a sick sort of gurgling as he choked on his own blood.
Daemon turned back, his eyes flecked red in his intense face.
I let the shadow fall away as he walked toward me. Each step sent another unexpected wave of need through me.
Then he was right in front of me, grabbing me, turning me. His talons bit into my clothes. They scraped my skin as he yanked down my pants and panties, and I felt the burn of cuts down my thighs.
But all I felt was another rush of need. I was impossibly wet, the ache in my core becoming unbearable.
Not that I needed to bear it for long.
Daemon’s hands were on my hips in seconds, yanking them out toward him.
I felt the hardness of him just a second before he slammed deep inside.
My cries filled the woods at the delicious, brutal intensity.
He was more beast than man right then, fucking me so hard that I needed to wrap my hands around the tree trunk to keep from being fucked into the hard bark over and over.
The sounds that escaped him were those same demonic growls, sounds that had my belly going liquid, that had my walls tightening around him as an orgasm tore through me.
But he didn’t slow.
He didn’t stop.
He fucked me through it, then fucked me harder, deeper, driving one orgasm, then another into two as my moans became screams in the quiet woods.
Only when my legs got too weak from the climaxes, from trying to hold myself up as he fucked me, did he finally surge deep and come with another roar, his whole body jolting hard.
My whole body was trembling after, and I was sure I would have fallen on all fours to the forest floor if Daemon’s hands hadn’t been gripping my hips.
Slowly, the talons that were nipping into my skin receded, leaving just his fingers there.
He reached to pull me back against him, his arm anchored around my chest and lower stomach.
“I could smell your desire when you were looking at my Change,” Daemon said, his warm breath on my ear. “You were so wet for me.”
“Yes,” I admitted. There was no use denying it. Without a second of foreplay, I’d been drenched for him when he’d surged into me.
“You’re gonna be dripping the whole time we’re down there then,” he told me, lips pressing into my neck. “I’ll probably be more beast than man down there.”
“I’ll try not to climb you like a tree,” I said, getting a laugh out of him as he reached down, pulling my pants and panties back into place.
“Can’t think of anything I want less than you holding back from fucking me,” he said, reaching for my hand. “We’re almost there. Can’t you feel the heat?”
Suddenly, I could. And as we walked along, it only got warmer and warmer. It was the most comfortable I’d felt since Daemon and I were naked and close, sharing his heat.
“You want to leave a layer or two out here?” he asked as I actually felt sweat bead up on my brow.
“When we get to the… oh,” I said as we rounded some thick hedges to find the Hellmouth.
I wasn’t sure what I was expecting, but a giant, gaping hole full of rubble wasn’t it.
“How… how do we get down?”