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 almost

was guessing she was following the

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

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

her name in a

sorry. It’s just

I do the same

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

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

as I slowly retracted the black veins from my body, leaving me with

almost a whisper, but enough for me to hear. I didn’t waste any more time as I tipped my head down and let

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 in her breath.

it back to her breast, guiding my hand to squeeze and knead her breast so

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

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, while my lips assaulted her warm,

she guided it lower until it reached her throbbing core. Patrea was so f*ucking wet that I wanted to begin ramming

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

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

hand massaged her wet core while my

open, and I felt myself 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.

demanding one?” I chuckled before plunging three fingers into

as I began stroking in and out of her. Her wetness created that

too wet, Patrea. One day I would eat this p*ussy from morning

withdraw mine. She inserted two fingers inside her and

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

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

of heaven, my own paradise. And sooner or later, I knew would

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

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 shudder one more time, and thin jets of clear liquid sprayed out

contented myself with rubbing and massaging it until she stopped squirting

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

as my hands held her tightly.

didn’t come

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