Page 249 of Rage

With that, the shadow demon pressed his cane into the creature’s eye socket. Purposefully slow, making a show of it.

The werewolf thrashed and screamed, but before he could wiggle from Daemon’s hold, dozens of shadowy tentacle-like tendrils shot from all directions of the room and strapped him to the ground.

The ringmaster’s unhinged smile could be seen beneath the shadow of his brim, stretching wider as the wolf’s screams grew louder.

With a tug of his wrist, he pulled the cane from one eye socket and moved to the other. A mix of disgust and fascinationrolled off the audience. Alistair finally pulled away. This time, the eyeball stayed speared to the cane’s tip.

Turning to face the audience, the shadow demon leaned against the ring divider and held the cane out to a random soul in the first row. It was as if he was offering a carnival snack on a stick rather than a werewolf’s eyeball.

“Eat it.”

The monster—some kind of ghoul—stiffened in his seat. “What?”

“This is Sinner’s Sideshow. You came here for the entertainment. No one promised you it was foryourentertainment. Now go on.” Alistair gave the cane a flick, making the eyeball’s cornea jiggle. “Eatit.”

My succubus urge to feed on his terror quickly squashed the human urge to pity the ghoul.

Unable to resist, I drank it in. Just a small taste. Goosebumps pricked my skin.By Discord’s dick, I was so damn ravenous it took every shred of willpower to keep from gorging myself on the ghoul’s terror as he obeyed Alistair’s command.

However, I previously got sick from feeding on too much fear. My emotion of choice was lust. Sure, it was a bit of a cliché for a sex demon, but with mates like mine, could I be blamed?

The ghoul swallowed the gooey mass and struggled to keep it down. Ghouls were known to eat flesh, but the humiliation of it all had him gagging.

Satisfied, Alistair turned away from the audience with his emerald glare trained on me while he continued to address the entire house. “You pathetic Upside wretches are lucky I allow you to look at her at all. I should pluck out every last one of your eyes.”

A shiver shot through me, and Alistair’s smile widened. His mark on my thigh grew infernally hot under his attention.

“But no…” Alistair went on. “Tonight, I’m feeling magnanimous.” The shadow demon approached me. He was so tall that the platform I stood on brought us to eye level. One of his shadow tentacles caressed over my face, sweet and gentle at first. Then, it slid to the back of my neck, gripping me possessively. “Perhaps we should demonstrate who you really belong to, Little Demon?”

Chapter Four

At the suggestion, my mouth went dry, and my pussy soaking wet.

All eyes were on me. Waiting for me to respond, to say yes. Alistair knew I was starving. That I needed to feed on my mates’ lust and that the best meals were always when we fucked with an audience. Still, he was asking for consent.

I nodded.

The tentacle wound around my throat and pulled me closer to Alistair. Even without the tether, I found myself leaning toward him. It was so easy to get sucked into his aura. “Use your words, Megaera. Tell us what you want.”

“I want my mates to own my body right here. Right now. I want everyone to see who I belong to.”

The ringmaster’s eyes lit up in that devilish way that set my soul on fire.

The wolf’s cries had died down and were extinguished completely when Daemon brought his foot down on its skull, crushing it with one swift stomp. The crunch of bone echoed through the big top, and when he turned, my jaw damn near dropped to my feet.

Since he shifted, his muscular body was completely naked, wearing nothing but the complicated mural of tattoos, which was now splattered with a shock of red—the werewolf’s blood.

His eyes glowed white hot as they slithered down my body, licking his lips when they landed on my bare breasts.

“My hound is always hungry right after a kill. I think he’s found his next meal.”

Daemon started for me with purpose in each stride, the look on his face causing pure lust to sweep through my veins like wildfire.

“I can scent your arousal dripping down your thigh. The little clown slut is so eager to be torn apart.”

“Fuck you,” I snapped, even though everything inside me screamed fuckme.

He chuckled at my faux defiance. “Maybe I should put your bratty little mouth to better use.” His hand trailed down the ripple of his abdominal muscles, dipping lower until he gripped his monstrous cock. It was erect now that it had my full attention.

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