“After death,” I said. “The first demon hunter to nearly catch me. He sent his hounds after me. One was quite the jumper.”
Damon’s fingers rubbed and squeezed my ass gently as we sat there. I could see his mind working behind his eyes, see the questions he begged to ask me.
“The necklace… what’s the story there?” he asked.
“You’re so nosy,” I teased.
“I want to know why I had to search so hard for the damned thing.”
I glanced down at where I knew the necklace lay in his pants on the floor. “A damned thing it is,” I agreed. “The only man I ever loved gave me that. My father killed him when he found out. He wasn’t good enough for Father’s standards.”
Damon’s jaw clenched, his hand squeezing my thigh, but he didn’t push the subject. “The family that lived here,” he began. “You didn’t take the children.”
“Children are innocent,” I replied. “Now, their parents… Their father was fun before I took his heart. The mother… she begged so nicely for her children to be spared. Even when I assured her they would be, she continued to sob. Sobbing can be such a bore. At least the father played along.”
Damon reached out to my pouting lips and gave my chin a flick. “Only a demon would call a mother’s last pleas for her children’s lives a ‘bore,’” he said.
I shifted in his lap and licked his ear again. “A bargain, hunter,” I said. “I believe you owe me your own story. Are your scars from previous hunts?”
He sighed a deep sigh that I knew all too well, his eyes avoiding mine. “Those three scars are from gunshots,” he said. “Exit wounds.”
“Someone tried to kill me with those a few years ago.” I said. “Scared little idiot. Ran right into my mirror when I chased him.” I traced a finger down Damon’s chest, over a few of the other scars on his abs.
“What about these?” I asked.
“Ah… my brothers,” he admitted, and I perked up in his lap.
“Someone you care about harmed you?” I asked.
“We were kids,” he said. “We didn’t know any better.”
A lie, I knew. Though, I wasn’t sure I was getting the whole of his story right then. Perhaps because he didn’t trust me, or he simply didn’t find it necessary to tell me. I leaned into him and gave his cheek a lingering kiss.
“Break my mirror, and no one is ever harming you again,” I swore.
A low chuckle came from him. “You think I need you to protect me, demon?”
“I think you’d like someone to protect you for once,” I replied.
His eyes flickered to mine for a brief moment before he moved closer. Our noses grazed, and I held his shoulders a little tighter.
“Sounds like you’re trying to work some sort of actual bargain,” he said.
“Or maybe I know you’re reluctant to slice my throat after tonight,” I said.
“Someone thinks very highly of her cunt,” he taunted.
My lips twitched as our faces drew even closer. “I feel the way you respond to me,” I whispered. “I know you’ve never responded to anyone this way. I know the only way you’ll ever be satisfied is with the threat of the chase and adrenaline pouring through your veins. You were made for a demon, hunter… And my pussy is the one your cock chose.”
His lips swallowed mine into a kiss fueled by the hate that I was right. He grasped me beneath my ass and squeezed harshly as he took to his feet. I could feel his greed in the way he moved his tongue, the way he grabbed me, the way his cock hardened just from our bodies flush.
One knee on the floor, followed by the other. My back hit the broken circle as he laid me down, and with one swift move of my fingers, every candle in the room and on the floor lit. Light from the red stick candles illuminated our bodies. My nails dragged down his back, marking and drawing blood from beneath his skin. He sucked in a sharp breath, his teeth clamping down on my nipple as he grabbed my thigh and pulled it high around his ribs.
Every lick and bite caused my back to arch off the floor. We were scrambling for each other, feral for the touch of the other. Wild and sadistic and hungry for every kiss and bite and draw of blood. He rocked against me as we made out, his dick hardening quickly. I was soaking from the need in his kiss and grasp. No other man had ever taken to pleasuring me like this—confident in his movements, assertive in his lips… He was a conquest worth being aroused for, and with sunrise approaching, I took the time to savor him.
I rolled us over and pushed his chest into the floor, digging my nails into his chest as I sank onto his erected length. “Your cock was made to fuck me, hunter,” I said as his skin welted beneath my fingers. “Your tongue was meant for my cunt…” I bent over him, his fingers digging into my generous ass, and I kissed him slowly. My clit dragged over his pelvis as I moved, sparking that delicious warmth in the pit of my stomach. His eyes glazed over with every slow movement, chest arching off the floor when he cursed.
“I am the demon your body craves, the goddess of your nightmares, the chase your mind desires. I am the darkest want of your little black heart. No other can compare to this, to what I can do to you…”
