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.”

thick that they covered almost my whole

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

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

said her name in a

It’s

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

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

lips on it, but I won’t.” My voice came out needy, and

her as I slowly retracted the black

for me to hear. I didn’t waste any more time as I

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 and cupped her firm

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

I adjusted my position and lifted her off the mattress, placing her on my lap to straddle me before my lips

while my hand played with her breasts, massaging and flicking her nipples, one after the other, while my lips

until it reached her throbbing core. Patrea was so

she was moving away, but she just turned her body

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

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

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 on my forearm tightened.

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

p*ussy from morning until evening.” I groaned as I pushed my fingers

two

were raised, and she dipped them directly into my mouth and made me suck on them, tasting her

throat. She tasted too good to be true. I had tasted many, and I enjoyed it

me a taste of heaven, my own paradise. And sooner or

response to each of my thrusts, our groans and grunts filling her bedroom. Not long after, her knees began to tremble as her body shook hard and gave way

her hold on 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.

and instead contented myself with

before she coiled her arms around my neck and nuzzled it with her nose. “Do you want to come

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

didn’t come

f*ucked myself while you were sleeping.”