Her Soul to Take (Souls Trilogy #1)(37)

I clenched my teeth, a petulant whimper squeaking out. I was damned, just as he’d said.

“Do you want to set up your camera first?” he said. “This would make for great clickbait, wouldn’t it? Fucked By A Demon In A Cemetery?” He chuckled to himself. “I’d watch that.”

“You’re an asshole,” I whispered.

“You are what you eat.”

“Fucking hell,” I gasped, my hands clinging for the headstone behind me as if that would somehow keep me grounded. I hadn’t felt this unbearably, irrationally horny since I’d taken Ecstasy at my eighteenth birthday party. I lowered my voice, as if the dead themselves could hear me and clutch their pearls at what I was going to do. “Fuck me. Please.”

He shook his head and brought his face down closer, motioning to his ear. “Can’t hear you. A little louder please. Fuck you where?”

“Goddamn it, Leon —”

“I just ripped a living thing to shreds, doll. I’m in a very sadistic mood and will gladly let you stand there and stumble through humiliating yourself all night. Or, you can just say what you really want, and I’ll bend you over this headstone, eat your little cunt until you drip down your thighs, and fuck you until you forget your own name. What’ll it be?”

I gulped. I’d never been very religious, but it only felt right to cross myself before I dared to say, “Bend me over and...and fuck me...fuck my cunt...please —”





He grasped at my sweater and tore it, sending the buttons flying into the grass. He gripped my waist, claws digging into my skin as my mouth opened for him and his forked tongue caressed over mine. His taste was the sweetest poison, tingling in my mouth as I groaned into him with abandon. My noise only encouraged him, the feral growl he gave in response deepening as he wrapped a clawed hand around my throat and squeezed — squeezed until I whimpered and it came out as little more than a pitiful squeak.

He grinned at me, all wicked teeth and a wolf’s hunger. “Aw, sweet little mortal. So fucking breakable.” He squeezed tighter, gripping the sides of my throat until my head swam and euphoria washed over me, and his claws dug into my skin with the sweetest sting. It was the kind of pain that gave me goosebumps, that had me shivering for more. He nipped at my pouting lower lip, chuckling as he hovered close and whispered into my mouth, “Say please if you want to breathe.”

“Please...please —”

He released my throat, only to lift me and sit my butt on the headstone. He pushed my legs apart with his hips, the stone cold through my skirt. He breathed against the hollow between my collar bones, and trailed his tongue along them until he reached my neck and bit. His fingers tangled in my hair so he could pull my head back and bite me again, lingering where my veins pulsed so dangerously close to the surface. He was going to leave marks all over me.

I’d given into my lust for a demon — I wanted his body so badly it terrified me. My hands clawed up his back, digging in eagerly between his shoulder blades as he snarled in enthusiasm. He released my hair and dropped to his knees, his hands moving to possessively grip my hips.

Those bright golden eyes staring up at me from between my legs made my breath stop. He bit at the thin fabric of my leggings, catching it in his teeth and leaving a small tear. When he looked up at me again, there was a wildness in his eyes, a hunger that made adrenaline pump through me as if my body was trying to tell me to run.

“All this clothing in my fucking way,” he growled, and he ripped a hole in the leggings with his claws, leaving my thigh almost entirely bare. Then he did the same to the other side and kept going — ripping, tearing at them as if their presence was a personal insult. I clung to the headstone to hold myself up, my legs beginning to shake. When nothing was left of my leggings but torn rags, he lowered his head and ran his forked tongue up my thigh until my entire body quivered.

“So sensitive,” he murmured. He lingered at the highest point on my thigh, nipping my skin. “The way you shiver, fuck, I love to see you shake.” His hands traced up the outside of my thighs, under my skirt, where he found the lacey edges of my panties through what little remained of my leggings.

Those panties were his next victim. He ripped the fabric and tossed them aside, but not before he pressed them to his nose and inhaled deeply. His pupils swelled, and he looked at me like he was starving. His black claws pricked into my sensitive skin, leaving behind beads of blood. He licked up each little red droplet, and grinned as my mouth gaped open in shock.

“You think I won’t consume every last bit of you?” he said, his voice so deep and dark that it seemed to slither up my spine and wrap around the back of my skull. “I’ll fucking eat you alive, Raelynn.” His claws dug in, and this time I couldn’t hold back a cry of pain. He held me there, his eyes alight as he watched a thin trickle of blood well from my skin and streak down my thigh — only to be caught by his tongue.

“I won’t be satisfied with merely your blood, Raelynn.” I was shaking on my perch as his mouth came nearer. His eyes lingered between my legs, bright and inhumanely golden. “Your blood, piss, sweat, cum – I want it all. Mine. Abandon your inhibitions now. You won’t have a use for them anymore.”

His tongue snaked out, its forked sides flicking the air. I’d seen a split tongue as a body modification, but his was strikingly long. It was monstrous. It filled me with such mixed feels of excitement and fear that when I first tried to open my mouth, all I managed to get out was a gasp.