BENEATH HER DARKNESS: The Alpha's Little Demon by Cassandra M

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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. O

“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.”

so thick that they covered almost

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

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

slow, tortuous motion,

her name in a hoarse

sorry. It’s just

smiled at her before my eyes caught hers. “Can I

as my hand went to the valley of her breasts, trailing the

lips on it, but I won’t.” My voice came out needy, and I was not able to stop it. “if you don’ t want me

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

didn’t waste any more time as I tipped my head down and let my lips

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

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

and her mouth parted as she continued to guide my hand. I adjusted my position and lifted her off

and hard, prodding her stomach, but she 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 other,

when her hand took mine again, but this time, 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 eyes open and scrambled on her ass. I thought she was moving away, but she just turned her body around, still sitting on my lap and resting her back on

touching me? I’m not ready for the real thing

my hand massaged her wet core

her clit, and just brushing my fingers

chuckled before plunging three fingers into her

out of her. Her wetness created that squeaking noise that accompanied my

Patrea. One day I would eat this p*ussy from

p*ussy, and it made me withdraw mine. She inserted two fingers inside her and moaned wantonly

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

fingers too hard before a hiss escaped my throat. She tasted too good to be true. I had tasted many, and I enjoyed it every time, but no one made me feel as euphoric as I was feeling at the moment with just a little taste

heaven, my own paradise. And sooner

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

my fingers in and out of her, hooking them in to hit her walls while my thumb rubbed her swollen clit. I

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

her arms around my neck and nuzzled it with her nose. “Do you

But I can wait.” I answered her as my hands held her tightly. I was

didn’t come

were