It makes me feel jealous, in a way. She’s so much softer with Judd and Elvor, and I find myself wanting a piece of that for myself. I guess I did set the pace for how we speak toward each other. But I can’t help wanting just a slice of sweetness from the demon who has her legs wrapped around my waist.
She blinks at me, her eyes still preciously pink. Her words don’t match how vulnerable she looks when she speaks again.
“I need it to hurt,” she pleads.
With no other options, I bite down earnestly on her exposed shoulder. My teeth sink into her exquisite, soft flesh until the tang of her blood fills my mouth.
She screams, her nails digging into my shoulders as she milks my cock and reaches her orgasm. The noises she makes are obscenely delicious. When I look down at the mark I left on her, I buck into her like a man with no other ambition than fucking.
“Hell, you’re so fucking perfect. I’m never letting you go now,” I murmur against her skin.
I take what I want from her as her pussy greedily takes every ounce of cum that I give her. She takes it beautifully and pants in my arms for a few moments before I set her down. The reality of where we are and what we just did sinking back in.
I push her hair away from her face, and she looks up at me, her eyes no longer the pretty pink I saw before. They’re a dark blue, far darker than her standard color.
“What’s wrong?” I ask, and she blinks, looking away again.
“Take me back to Hell,” she says.
“No post-coital cuddles?” I joke, and she glares at me. It wasn’t a joke. I’d keep her here as long as she’d let me. I don’t know what’s going on in her head. I’m not even sure she knows. But I know pushing for answers is only going to take me three steps back. I thought she wanted me to give in. I finally do, and now she’s giving me the cold shoulder.What the fuck?
“No, I have business to handle in Hell. A siren’s soul would go to sorting, wouldn’t it?” she asks.
“It would,” I respond. As much as I like completely bloodlust-driven Mara, I can’t help but find myself missing the playful, borderline delusional Mara.
“Great, then let’s go. Can someone else clean this up?” she questions, looking around at the dead angel corpses on the floor.
“It will be handled,” I promise her. I make a note to send a bottom-tier demon to set this place on fire and stage a cover-up. While we might make a mess in the mortal realm, we do our best to not completely expose ourselves.
It’s best to be somewhat discreet. Let the mortals fear the unknown or speculate. Fully exposing yourself can lead to more issues, issues that Lucifer hates dealing with.
Great, Lucifer.I just fucked his daughter while she was covered in blood and held a knife to my throat.
She’s acting like this is never going to happen again.Why does that make me feel even worse?I’m fully ready to stand up to Lucifer and let him know of my intentions, but she doesn’t seem like she wants me to? I feel like I’m being completely mind fucked right now.
This whole time, watching her with Judd and Elvor has made me feel like shit. I just wanted a small taste of her. Get her out of my system and move on. But now that I’ve had her mouth on mine, her blood on my tongue, there’s no escaping that Mara has her claws so deep in my flesh that I’m never going to escape.
I don’t care that she’s part-siren, and that’s why I’m drawn to her. But when I think back to everything that happened tonight, it’s clear that she does.
I play it cool when I speak next. “Elvor and Judd won’t care that you’re a siren,” I tell her.
Wrong fucking thing to say.
She grabs her discarded magical blade and holds it against my throat. I feel like I can’t breathe.Would she actually do it? Kill me without a care in the world?
“You won’t remember what I am. Do you understand?” she asks, staring deeply into my eyes.
“I understand,” I say, although I’m not quite sure what it is that I understand.
“You’re going to forget everything that happened after we killed the angels. Now take me to Hell.” I nod my head, and Mara looks away.
I blink a few times, trying to clear the fog from my mind when I notice Mara removing a knife from my throat.
“What the fuck? We’re supposed to be on the same team,” I shout. She tucks the knife against her hip and shrugs. I use my fingernail to chip off a piece of caked-on blood from my throat. I don’t remember letting an angel get that close. In fact… I look around the room in confusion before blinking back over at Mara.
“Are we going to Hell or what?” She looks sheepish and almost sad. I furrow my brows at the way she is talking to me. I brought her here to blow off steam. I don’t know why she was so pissed, but I saw an opportunity and took it. It’s almost like the angels baited us here to fight, even though they didn’t stand a chance. She did a great fucking job taking them out, so why is she giving me shit?
“Why are you being such a fucking brat? I thought killing a few angels would make you feel better. I’m never trying to be nice again,” I grumble, fed up with her attitude.
