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.”

they became so thick that they covered

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

nothing spectacular… Just horns and a tail.” I chuckled as I let myself revel in the feel of her fingers against

every part of me in a very slow, tortuous motion, and it

name

It’s just

“Can I do

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

on it, but I won’t.” My voice came out needy, and I was not able to stop

slowly retracted the black veins from

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

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 suck in

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

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

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,

escaped my throat 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

was moving away, but she just turned her body around, still sitting

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

answered in a low voice as my hand massaged

open, and I felt myself drooling at the sight of her wet p*ussy. I was still massaging her

chuckled before plunging three fingers into

gasped for air 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 her

eat this p*ussy from morning until evening.”

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

and she dipped them

her 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

taste of heaven, my own paradise. And

and grunts filling her bedroom. Not long after, her

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

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

my neck and nuzzled it with her nose. “Do you want to come too?”

answered her as my hands held

come last night

while you were sleeping.” I