Her red blood stained my skin, its metallic tang filling me with a primal lust that had me growling.
Her tiny body tightened at the sound, and the unmistakable scent of her arousal spiked the air. Unable to resist, I pushed my thumb into my mouth and sucked her blood clean.
The way her eyes popped, and her eyelashes fluttered had my cock thickening in my jeans.
It was funny how human she made me feel. At the same time, I never felt more monstrous than I did when I was around her.
Even as the Keeper’s brat, I’d never felt like I belonged in Bishop. My father had bedded the offering meant for the Elder One. I was the unfortunate product of my father’s fucked-up nature. Shame incarnate.
Half devil.
Half human.
Full monster.
But with Lore, I was so much more than both my parts. Whether I leaned toward the soul-consuming, demonic side of me or the unsociable backwoods mechanic, she wanted me. In her, I’d found my home.
I wanted to crawl my way inside her and never leave.
My hand moved to caress the back of her skull—sweet at first, then my fingers tangled in her hair and yanked her head back. A tiny squeak left her, which turned to a moan when my other hand undid her jeans before slipping down the front of them and into her panties.
A few strokes to her clit was all it took before her pussy began to drip with her arousal, drenching my fingers. She squirmed, hips searching for more friction.
I pushed a finger inside her, and her inner walls twitched and throbbed at my invasion.
Fuck me dead.
I could feel her heartbeat through her pussy.
My fingers worked her flesh harder, rubbing and thrusting until her muscles began to spasm. “Come on my fingers, baby,” I purred, my tongue painting a lick onto her throat.
It was funny how my defiant little human was such a good girl for me…so long as I was inside her. Her pussy bore down on my fingers. She grew oh-so hot, and her features scrunched up in the prettiest “O” face I’d ever seen.
A swollen moan left her lips, low and winding. A shudder raced through her. Then she pushed me away, looking flustered.
I chuckled, licking my fingers clean as she shakily did up her jeans. “We have to leave now. Go straight to the car. There are a few things I still have to grab.”
My gaze lingered on her ass as she walked away, keeping her in my sights until she disappeared down the staircase.
Getting Lore out of the Pine Barrens was priority number one.
Marking her in every conceivable way possible was priority number two.
I had meant what I’d said. If it came to it, I’d devour her soul in this godforsaken place just to keep it away from the soul-starved Jersey Devil and his fucked-up flock.
I almost felt sorry for her.
Now that my new stepsister belonged to me, she had no idea how fucked she really was.
Chapter Three
Lore
IfIwerethetype of girl who did what she was told, I would have gone straight to the truck, like Titus instructed.
He should have known I wasn’t that kind of girl.
When we’d decided we were going to get the hell out of here, we’d quickly packed the car. There was no reason for me to stay in the house. But when I walked past our parents’ bedroom, I heard her—my mother’s sobs still bleeding through the door.
