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.”

I was guessing she was following the path of the

demon form. But it was nothing spectacular… Just horns and a tail.” I chuckled as I let myself revel in the feel of her fingers against my skin.

touching every part of me in a very slow, tortuous motion,

said her name in a

It’s just

caught hers. “Can I do the same thing,

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

and I was not able to stop it. “if

my head and locked eyes with her as I slowly retracted

more time as I tipped my head down and

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

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

she continued to guide my hand. I adjusted my position

but she didn’t steer away. Instead, she whimpered in between our kisses while my hand played with her breasts,

guided it lower until it reached her throbbing core. Patrea was so f*ucking wet that I wanted to begin ramming

arms tightened before she snapped her eyes open and scrambled on her ass. I thought she was

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

as my hand massaged

still massaging her clit, and just brushing

plunging

before it turned into a seductive moan as I began stroking in and out of her. Her wetness created that squeaking noise that accompanied my groans as I finger-f*ucked

from

withdraw mine. She inserted two fingers inside her and moaned wantonly before pulling it

and she dipped them directly

good to be true. I had tasted many, and I enjoyed it every

heaven, my own paradise. And sooner or later, I knew

of her as she buckled her hips in response to each of my thrusts, our groans and grunts filling her bedroom. Not

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

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

around my neck and nuzzled it with her nose. “Do you want to come too?” She asked, mumbling against

my hands held her tightly. I was

didn’t come

you were sleeping.” I chuckled as I

withdrew her head from my neck and looked at me. My hand flew to her flushed skin as my knuckles brushed her cheek before