Page 110 of Court of Evil

“So what will it be, angel? Going to claim what you want, or are you too scared?”

“Nothing scares me,” I snap.

“Then prove it,” he growls.

Blowing out a breath, I jerk up and kick him off, and he rolls away. He was right. If I wanted to, I could have gotten out of it. We tumble to the floor, me on top of him, and before he can speak and piss me off more, I crush my lips to his.

He groans into my mouth, sliding his hand up my back and gripping my hair. Our kiss turns brutal, and I taste blood. I pull back, seeing his lip’s split open again. “You’re bleeding.”

“I don’t fucking care, but if you don’t kiss me again, I’ll fucking lose it,” he snarls below me.

Grinning, I lean down and lick the blood from his chin and soothe the cut on his lip with my tongue. Shamus isn’t below me anymore, it’s the stalker, and I love it. I want the being they all fear. I want his power, strength, and obsession.

If we are doing this, I want my equal, not someone to control.

As if he hears my thoughts, he spins us so I’m below him, his teeth sinking into my lip until my blood fills my mouth, and then he crushes his lips to mine, our blood mingling with our tongues. Our hands slide over each other’s bodies as we tumble across the floor, fighting for dominance just like last time, only this time neither of us has any intention of stopping.

I end up above him again, and I break away, ripping off my bra, and he sits up, sliding his hands up my back and dragging me to his lap as his mouth brushes over my breasts before he sucks my nipple. My head falls back in pleasure, desire rolling through me hard and strong. My need for him roars through me like a flame, burning me alive, and only his touch can cool it.

My moans fill the air as he turns his head and sucks my nipple, rolling it between his teeth. My clit throbs as his hands slide up into my loose shorts and grip my ass cheeks, his fingers digging in until I know it will bruise. He lifts me up, effortlessly standing, and drops me onto the sofa, my head falling back into the cushions. Gripping the waistband of my shorts, he tugs them off and kneels between my thighs.

His mouth comes down on my cunt like he’s a starving man. Lifting my head, I watch as he grips my thighs, forces them wider, and drags his tongue down my folds and then back up. He flicks my clit until I’m moaning and riding his tongue, and then his fingers slip inside me, finding me dripping wet. His eyes meet mine as he seals his lips around my clit and sucks, making my back bow as ecstasy courses through me.

Gripping the sofa cushion, I ride his face. Seeing my commander, the leader of the hunters, on his knees for me is a heady type of power, and it has me moving faster. I chase a release I have denied myself for so long, one he wants to claim. His face glistens with my desire as he brutally twists his fingers, stretching me as he sucks my clit harder, and it’s enough to throw me into an orgasm.

I cry out as I grind into his face, riding the waves of pleasure as he kisses and licks me through it until I slump. He finally pulls back, sucking his fingers as he watches me lie on his sofa before he gets to his feet. His eyes are filled with flames of lust so strong, I’m surprised he’s not burning in them. His chest and face are flushed and glistening with my cum.

He’s so fucking beautiful. I want him.

Standing before me, he grips the waistband of his pants, pushes them down slowly, and steps out of them, his huge, hard cock springing free. Shamus might be human compared to the others in my bed, but he is not lacking. Licking my lips, I eye his large cock, desperate to feel it inside me, but I see something that makes me sit up.

Above his cock, tattooed in black lettering, are two words.

ANGEL’S PROPERTY

My eyes jerk up to his as he smirks, his hand circling his cock as he watches me. “I got that the day we met. I knew you would be mine. I’ve been very fucking patient, angel. I think I deserve a reward.”

Leaping at him, I crush my lips to his as he catches me, and we stumble into his bedroom, falling into his sheets, naked and fighting to get closer. He stills above me, his features highlighted by shadows.

“I want you raw, angel. I want to feel every inch of your perfect cunt. Say yes.” He groans as I feel his cock between my thighs. “Say yes or I might fucking die.”

“Yes,” I answer without hesitation.

It unleashes the monster he hides deep within, one that echoes my own, and his hands grip me tightly.

He throws me across the bed and comes down on my back, pulling my hips up and back as he impales me on his cock. My face presses to the bedding as I fist the sheets and push back to take him.

My body is forced to adjust to his size, the slight pain disappearing as he takes me. The edge turns into nothing but pleasure as I flip my hair back, and he grabs it, using it as an anchor to drag me on and off his cock. The shadows steal our pleasured moans as he snarls behind me, the slapping of our skin loud as we come together. My heart pounds so fast in my chest, I struggle to breathe, and when he reaches between us and pinches my clit, I shatter once more.

Lifting me up onto my knees, he forces himself through my milking cunt, snarling in my ear. “You’re so fucking beautiful when you come for me, angel. The way you surrender to pleasure . . .” His lips drag along my pounding pulse. “I want to see it every moment of every day. I want to be buried this deep inside you at all times so there is no space between us.”

Panting, I lean back into him until I recover, and then I fall forward, dragging myself off him. He snarls, reaching for me, and I roll him onto his back and straddle his thighs. I look back over my shoulder at his narrowing eyes and reach down, grip his wet cock, and press him to my entrance before I sit down on his length once more. His groan fills the air as he reaches for my hips and helps me ride his length. His eyes are focused between my legs, where he’s thrusting in and out of my cunt.

My head falls back as I anchor my hands on his thighs, digging my nails in as I ride him, wanting to feel him come.

All this time, he’s touched me and made me feel pleasure, but I’ve never felt his, so when he speeds up, I know he’s close.

Lifting off his cock, I turn quickly and hold his jerking length to my mouth. I open my lips and roll my eyes up to him as he squirts across my tongue. He snarls, lifting his hips as he rides out his release, and when he collapses back, I swallow his release as he watches me through heavy-lidded eyes.

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