Page 51 of The Demigod

This creature was red-skinned, with long, sharp tusks, double sets of horns—one set short and small, the others long and curling—with horrific, bright red, glowing eyes.

He was slightly taller than Daemon, but much wider. And the sound that escaped him was less of a growl and more like distant screaming. Like a chorus of voices crying in pain.

His victims, maybe?

My gaze slid over to the carnage on the ground. I didn’t want to look, but I couldn’t seem to stop myself.

The young man’s eyes were still wide open with shock and fear. I prayed for his sake that all of the dismemberment had happened after he was already dead.

The screaming sound intensified as the demon stomped a foot on the ground, looking ready to charge Daemon like a bull.

But then, another sound joined the screaming.

This, though, was a deafening roar, something primal and terrifying.

When I found the source, my breath caught.

Because it was coming from Daemon. Only he wasn’t the same Daemon anymore.

The horns I’d felt protruding from his scalp had extended to their full glory. His fingers elongated, stretched down to lethally sharp talons.

It was absolutely insane, but I felt my sex clench at the sight of him.

I was still trying to wrap my head around that reaction when he charged forward, the movement so fast that he blurred.

One second, he was there.

The next, he was in front of the other demon, his arm whipping out, those talons of his tearing across the throat of the beast.

Daemon was still roaring.

But the only sound from the beast was a sick sort of gurgling as he choked on his own blood.

Daemon turned back, his eyes flecked red in his intense face.

I let the shadow fall away as he walked toward me. Each step sent another unexpected wave of need through me.

Then he was right in front of me, grabbing me, turning me. His talons bit into my clothes. They scraped my skin as he yanked down my pants and panties, and I felt the burn of cuts down my thighs.

But all I felt was another rush of need. I was impossibly wet, the ache in my core becoming unbearable.

Not that I needed to bear it for long.

Daemon’s hands were on my hips in seconds, yanking them out toward him.

I felt the hardness of him just a second before he slammed deep inside.

My cries filled the woods at the delicious, brutal intensity.

He was more beast than man right then, fucking me so hard that I needed to wrap my hands around the tree trunk to keep from being fucked into the hard bark over and over.

The sounds that escaped him were those same demonic growls, sounds that had my belly going liquid, that had my walls tightening around him as an orgasm tore through me.

But he didn’t slow.

He didn’t stop.

He fucked me through it, then fucked me harder, deeper, driving one orgasm, then another into two as my moans became screams in the quiet woods.

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