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.”

and I was guessing she was following the path of the visible veins there. “I always wondered what your demon

But it was nothing spectacular… Just horns and a tail.” I chuckled as I let myself revel in the feel of

slow, tortuous

name in a

sorry. It’s just

hers. “Can I do the same thing, run my fingers on your

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

won’t.” My voice came out needy, and I was not

head and locked eyes with her as I slowly retracted the black veins from my body, leaving me with clear

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 brush on

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

placed it back to her breast, guiding my hand to squeeze and knead her breast so that it made me snap my head up to look at her at the same time her arousal seeped

closed and her mouth parted as she continued to guide my hand. I adjusted my position and lifted her off the mattress, placing her on

didn’t steer away. Instead, she whimpered in between our kisses while my hand played with her breasts, massaging and flicking her nipples, one after the

but this time, she guided it lower until it reached her throbbing core. Patrea was so

before she snapped her eyes open and scrambled on her ass. I thought she was moving away, but she just turned her body around,

I’m not ready for the real thing yet…” She asked and

answered in a low voice as my hand massaged her wet core while my lips trailed kisses on

her legs wide open, and I felt myself drooling at the sight of her wet p*ussy. I was still massaging her clit, and just brushing my fingers on her wet folds when her fingers

a demanding one?” I chuckled before plunging three fingers

stroking in and out of her. Her wetness created that squeaking noise that

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

me withdraw mine. She inserted two fingers inside her and moaned wantonly before pulling it off, and I

leaking p*ussy were raised, and she dipped them directly into my mouth and made me suck on them,

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

right — she was giving me a taste of heaven, my own paradise. And sooner or later, I

of my thrusts, our groans and grunts filling her bedroom. Not long after, her

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 thin jets of clear liquid

resisted the urge to slap her p*ussy and instead contented myself with rubbing and massaging it until

before she coiled her arms around my neck and nuzzled it

her as my hands held her

didn’t come last night

myself while you were sleeping.” I chuckled as I

My hand flew to her flushed skin as my knuckles brushed her cheek before they pushed her stray