Beneath Her Darkness: The Alpha's Little Demon

BENEATH HER DARKNESS: The Alpha’s Little Demon Book 2

Chapter 14 – Worship You

LUCIUS.

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The moment Patrea appeared naked in front of me, all I could think about was the many ways I would f*uck her if I got my chance tonight. But what she revealed to me made the anger I felt for my deceased father reach its peak.

And I had no f*ucking idea how I was able to control myself and the fire within me. Maybe because I was more focused on making Patrea feel better than on my anger at this point.

I knew my father had been abusing females, and I bore witness to some of it. I never thought of the weight of all the abuse until it smacked me in the face. It made me ponder all the things I’d done in the past. They were nothing compared to what Lucien did to her or Lucija’s mother, but it still made me embarrassed for my own deed.

It made me question my purpose as a demon. I never saw anything wrong with what we were doing, maybe because it was the way we lived. We were so used to torturing dark souls, living and dead, that it became part of our daily lives until we began torturing and playing with souls who didn’t deserve to be tortured.

Patrea was clinging to my body as my hands trailed down her back, my fingers skimming against her scarred skin.

She asked me if I was repulsed by them. I wasn’t. And I believed her scar, just made her more beautiful in my eyes.

Her arms went around my neck as she pressed her naked body against mine and I couldn’t help but put my hands on her waist, brushing and squeezing it softly.

“I never saw a scar as beautiful as yours, Patrea.” And I meant that.

“You’re too nice, Lucius. But thank you.”

I closed my eyes and willed for real skin to show. She asked me what my demon looked like, and I wanted to show her a part of it tonight.

Soon, thick black veins were creeping down my arms and everywhere in my body, up to my face. I was like a walking human tattoo: my whole body was covered with black ink that looked like the veins in human skin, while my hands were pure black.

“Lucius…” She withdrew from hugging me as her eyes widened. “Is this your demon skin?”

I nodded. “Is it repulsive?” I used the same term she used earlier.

She shook her head before she raised her hand and asked. “Can I? They’re just like tattoos.”

“Until they became so thick that they covered almost my whole body.”

She trailed her fingers along my neck, and I was guessing she was following the path of the visible veins there. “I always wondered what your demon form looked

day I will show you my demon form. But it was nothing spectacular… Just horns and a tail.” I chuckled as I let

me in a very slow, tortuous motion, and it was making me grunt

I said her name in

It’s

my eyes caught hers. “Can I do the same thing, run my

watched as my hand went to the valley of her breasts, trailing the scar across the area to her

and I was not able to stop it.

I slowly retracted the black

a whisper, but enough for me to hear. I didn’t waste any more time as I tipped my head down and let my lips

her hands flew to my shoulders and gripped them while I kissed her skin. I wanted to do more, but I was hesitant because I didn’t want her to push me away. But I couldn’t stop my hand – it went on its own accord and

mine and placed it back to her breast, guiding my hand to squeeze and knead her breast so that

continued to guide my hand. I adjusted my position and lifted her off the mattress, placing her on my lap to straddle me before my lips captured

our kisses while my hand played with her breasts, massaging and flicking

she guided it lower until it reached her throbbing core. Patrea was so f*ucking wet that I wanted to begin ramming my fingers into her, but I remembered to pleasure her

and scrambled on her ass. I thought she was moving

not ready

in a low voice as my hand massaged

wet p*ussy. I was still massaging her clit, and just brushing my fingers on her wet folds when her fingers on my forearm

one?” I chuckled before plunging three fingers

a seductive moan as I began stroking in and out of her. Her wetness created that squeaking noise that accompanied

day I would eat this p*ussy from morning until evening.” I groaned as I pushed my fingers

two fingers inside her and moaned wantonly before pulling it off, and I

fingers that she withdrew from her leaking p*ussy were raised, and she dipped them directly into

good to be true. I had tasted many, and I enjoyed it every time, but no one made me feel

me a taste of heaven, my own

continued to push in and out of her as she buckled her hips in response to each of my thrusts, our groans and grunts

leaning back against my shoulder with her eyes closed and mouth parted, while I kept pushing my fingers in and out of her, hooking them in to hit her walls while my thumb rubbed her swollen clit. I just wanted her to ride her orgasm, but the intensity of my stroke made her body shudder one more time, and

to slap her p*ussy and instead contented myself with rubbing and massaging it until she stopped squirting and

slightly before she coiled her arms around my neck and nuzzled it with her nose. “Do you

my hands held her

didn’t come last

myself while you were sleeping.” I chuckled as

flushed skin as my