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

beautiful…” She trailed her fingers along my neck, and I was guessing she was following the path of the visible veins there.

and a

slow, tortuous motion, and it was making me grunt and

name in a hoarse

sorry. It’s

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

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

out needy, and

slowly retracted the black veins from my body, leaving me with clear skin once

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

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 breast, making her suck

squeeze and knead her breast so that it made me snap my head up to look

parted as she continued to guide my hand. I adjusted my position and lifted her off the mattress, placing her on my lap to straddle me before my

Instead, she whimpered in between our kisses while my hand played with her breasts, massaging and flicking

throbbing core. Patrea was so f*ucking wet that I wanted

clutch on my arms tightened before she snapped 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 my

not ready

in a low voice as my hand massaged her wet core while my

of her wet p*ussy. I was still massaging her clit, and just brushing my fingers

chuckled before plunging three fingers into her

out

I would eat this p*ussy from morning until evening.” I groaned as I pushed

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

raised, and she dipped them directly into my

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

— she was giving me a taste of heaven, my own paradise.

hips in response to each of my thrusts, our groans and grunts filling her bedroom. Not long after, her knees

as 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

myself with rubbing and massaging it until she stopped squirting and her breathing

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

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

come last night

while you were sleeping.” I chuckled