Chapter Seven
Titus
Thislittlehumanthoughtshe could play with me and not get burned?
She was in for a very rude awakening.
I didn’t care if her mother was two feet away. She was too absorbed in her phone anyway, picking out what she was going to buy on her shopping trip into one of the bigger towns today. Something told me she was usually like this—more interested in silly human possessions than her own daughter. It pissed me off how Gloria barely seemed to notice Lorelei’s existence. Meanwhile, I could barely think about anything else.
My father picked at his pancakes, eating just enough to not be suspicious. As a full-blooded devil, he didn’t need to eat. He didn’t seem to be paying much attention to me or Lore either. He was too busy leering at his new wife. Probably thinking about the Ritual, and how pleased his precious deity would be for finding an offering just in time.
The evil bastard didn’t deserve to breathe the same air as Lorelei, let alone breathe at all. But I had to stay on mission. My little lamb was still here, and way too fucking brazen for her own good. She didn’t think I was anything to be afraid of.
She’d think twice after I was done with her.
I shifted, careful not to summon anything beyond my claws. It felt good raking their razored tips over her flesh, hard enough to leave welts. I could see the goosebumps spreading over her skin, and I felt her tense beneath my hand. She was so cute, calculating what was happening while having to feign attention for her mother, who was now talking about some stupid handbag she’d seen online.
I slid a clawed finger beneath Lore’s panties, painting a long stroke through her folds. I barely grazed her clit—applying just enough pressure to have her canting her hips into my palm in search of more friction.
I sunk a digit inside her, careful not to nick her with my claw. She trembled around me, but took me so sweetly, pushing herself down onto my hand as her sopping-wet walls eagerly grasped me.
I could already taste the fresh, lady-like scent of her arousal—warm and sweet—lacing the air.
She was so wet that she had my fingers drenched in a matter of seconds. Were all human women this…lubricated? I’d only been with devil women. They’d been enjoyable enough—so long as they weren’t shifted. I wasn’t so much a fan of the goat legs and all the fur of a full-blooded, fully shifted devil.
But Lorelei’s pussy was tight, hungry and so wet I knew riding her would be fucking heaven on my dick. I sent her a casual, side-long glance and bit back a shit-eating grin.
She was so red in the face from my ministrations. Refusing to look at me, she kept her gaze fixed on her barely touched breakfast. She must have been using all of her control to keep herself quiet and still.
I withdrew from her, resting my elbow on my table and bringing the fingers that had been inside her a second ago to my mouth with a nonchalant flick of my wrist.
When she finally looked at me, I popped my soaking digit into my mouth to lick up her cream. The shit I’d do for a picture of her shocked reaction.
Her arousal was so potent now. My father’s nostrils flexed, and his gaze tipped up. With that, I lurched to my feet and stormed outside without looking back.
That piece of shit didn’t deserve to scent her. I’d wring the air carrying her sweetness from his lungs with my bare hands one day. Someday. Soon.
Striding across the street to my garage, I opened the roller door up and barely stepped a foot inside when I heard little footsteps charging after me.
“What in the fuck was that?”
I turned to look, waving the same finger at her that had been inside her moments ago. I’d shifted my hand back, my nails now as normal as hers. Her eyes narrowed as she inspected them, the gears grinding as she tried to figure out what had just happened.
“You were just finger-fucked under the table by your stepbrother with our parents a few feet away, sis.”
Her brows pulled together in a furious scowl. “No—I mean, yes. But no! You had claws. I felt them. Big ones!”
I snickered, ignoring the accusation, but not denying it either. “You taste like candy. Anyone ever told you that? Oops. I almost forgot, you’re a virgin. Guess I get the first bite. Lucky me.”
Her lashes fluttered, and her cheeks blazed so hot I felt the heat of them. “How did you know?”
I shrugged and rolled up my sleeves, pretending like I was about to get to work. As if I could focus with her around, taking up my air like she did. How could such a small, fragile-looking human be so…invasive?
She was proving to be not so small and fragile, after all.
“Your bravery is going to get you killed,” I warned in a low whisper, wearily eyeing the street to make sure no other devils were within earshot.
The crease between her eyebrows deepened. “What do you mean?”
