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 was following

a tail.” I chuckled as I let myself

slow, tortuous motion, and it was

her name in a hoarse

It’s just

hers. “Can I

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

My voice came out needy, and I was not able to stop it. “if you don’ t

her as I slowly retracted the black veins

any more time as I tipped my head down and let

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 cupped her firm breast, making her

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

continued to guide my hand. I adjusted my position and lifted her off the

in between our kisses while my hand played with her breasts, massaging and flicking her nipples, one after the other, while my lips assaulted her warm, wet

was so f*ucking wet that I wanted to begin ramming my

on her ass. I thought she was moving away, but she just turned her body around, still sitting on my lap

not ready for the real

I answered in a low voice as my hand massaged

still massaging her clit, and just brushing my fingers on her wet folds when her fingers on my forearm

plunging three fingers into her p*ussy

in and out of her. Her wetness created that squeaking

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

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

from her leaking p*ussy were raised, and she dipped them directly

and I enjoyed it every time, but no one made

— she was giving me a taste of heaven,

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

me tightened. Her head was 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

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

before she coiled her arms around my neck and nuzzled it with her nose. “Do you want to come too?” She asked,

But I can wait.” I answered her as my hands held her tightly. I was getting used to having her around

come

f*ucked myself while you were sleeping.” I chuckled as

looked at me. My hand flew to her flushed skin as my knuckles