Page 212 of Dark Souls

And no one was more dangerous than my mate at that moment.

Without warning, Luka threw a bone-crushing punch into Mitchell’s side and the delicious sound of a rib cracking filled the air. He did another. And another. He was taking his time, making sure every punch was accurately placed to do the most damage, but the sheer strength and ferocity that went behind each one was so impressive. When all his ribs were cracked, Luka climbed on top of the table and straddled his torso, adding pressure to his shattered rib cage. And then he let all his inner rage spill out of him with every vicious punch to his face. The speed and pure violence of his relentless attack left Mitchell’s face unrecognisable in seconds. Blood squirted in all directions from every impact, spraying across the floor, the walls and me. I simply watched, mesmerised and so fucking turned on by the scene.

Mitchell was unconscious. His face was practically caved in when Luka stopped and climbed off him. Luka’s bare chest was streaked with Mitchell’s blood and his hands were covered in it, too. His broad shoulders rose and fell with rapid breaths. As I scanned him from head to toe, licking my lips and squirming against the wall, he did the same to me, and when my eyes locked with his, all I saw was a blazing fire behind them. The intensity of them caused my heart to skip a beat.

I instantly felt desire rush through me, sending a flurry of butterflies fluttering in my lower stomach and a throbbing ache between my legs. I couldn’t help it. Seeing him like this, so feral as he got his revenge, was so arousing. A second later, Luka zoomed across the room, grabbed me by my thighs and hoisted me up against the wall, pinning me there with his body. His tongue possessed my mouth, sliding against mine with passion as I fumbled to pull down the grey joggers and release his steel dick. He hooked my thong to the side under my short skirt, and then he was inside me, causing my head to fly back against the wall as I cried out. He ravished my neck and collarbone with licks, bites and kisses as he fucked me hard against the wall.

“Fucking mine,” he growled as my hands clawed through his hair and tugged sharply while he grabbed at my ass and slammed his dick inside me, destroying me in the best way. I could feel the pressure building quickly, the need to erupt in pleasure, making my toes curl in my boots that were locked around his waist.

I knew I wasn’t going to last much longer as my body trembled, and my moans heightened with every thrust of his pierced cock scraping up and down my walls. My back arched, pressing my body into him as I cried out my intense orgasm, mixing with his animalistic grunts and swearing as his thighs shook and he came too. He hid his face in my neck as my arms locked around his head, fingers gripping his hair as he tried to catch his breath. I opened my eyes and looked directly at the video camera. An evil smile appeared on my face, knowing that our undeniable passion had just become our own little porno.

He slowly slid out of me and lowered me to the floor on my jelly-like legs. His fingers disappeared under my skirt, sliding through my pussy to feel his cum seeping out of me. He hummed appreciatively and then put my thong back in place.

“So fucking perfect.”

He slid his fingers into my mouth so I could taste us together, and I swirled my tongue against them. He groaned, his eyes heating once more. “Don’t fucking tempt me, love. He’ll be awake soon and it’s Heathen’s turn.”

I licked my lips after he’d removed his fingers and leaned back on the wall again, watching Luka walk back around the table and pick up a knife. He stood directly behind his head and slapped Mitchell’s mangled face a few times with the blade to rouse him.

“Wakey, wakey, Devil. The demon’s coming for you.”

Mitchell groaned and his swollen eyes attempted to open. Holding his jaw still with one hand, Luka carved a line along his forehead and all the way around the back of his skull. He lowered the knife when he was done and, with two hands, slowly peeled back the skin of Mitchell’s hairline, leaving the top of his skull exposed. The screams that came from Mitchell were vile, which only made me smile wider.

“Did you know,” Luka started shouting over Mitchell’s screams. “Hearts aren’t Heathen’s favourite organ. They’re his second favourite. But they are more convenient to remove and eat than brains.”

Mitchell’s body was thrashing like a fish out of water now, the restraints on his arms and legs and the spears through his shoulders keeping him trapped. Fascinated, I walked over to stand next to Luka as he delicately sliced a hole out of Mitchell’s skull.

“And, lucky for Mitchell, people can survive with half a brain.”

“Oh my god,” I breathed in awe as I studied the inside of Mitchell’s head up close. “I’ve never seen a real brain before. That’s amazing.”

“Tastes amazing too.”

Luka winked at me before he effortlessly shifted into Heathen. I stared into my demon mate’s onyx eyes as he narrowed them on me. He walked into me, forcing me backwards until my back hit the wall, his wings folded behind him and the knife clasped in one of his claws. I stared at him with a challenge in my eyes until he was right in front of me, pressing his forehead against mine.

“That was fucking hot to watch Luka fucking you, Snow. But I’m feeling left out.”

“You better impress me with your creativity then, demon. Then I might reward you, too.”

His lips twisted into a sinister smile, showing his terrifying razor set of teeth, and I moaned because, damn, he was so sexy.

“Anything for you, Snow.”

He turned around, staring down at Mitchell, who was panting, and begging for Heathen to kill him quickly.

“What a good egg Luka is, plating you so beautifully for my lunch. Bet you are rethinking your plan to starve me and Luka in that cave now, asshole, because I am fucking famished. But I’ll save your brains for dessert.”

Heathen lifted the knife and slowly started carving into Mitchell’s left side, towards his back and under his cracked ribs. I frowned, trying to guess what organ he was removing first. Heathen delved his claw into the hole he’d made and ran his forked tongue over his lips in concentration. He suddenly pulled out a fist-sized organ that looked a bit like a large kidney bean.

“The spleen.” Heathen smirked at me. “Never tried one before. I’ll give you my verdict.”

He shoved the whole thing in his mouth and chewed. I slammed my hand over my mouth, half in disbelief and half to hide my amusement.

“Mmm, not bad. A bit gamey. But kind of sweet too,” He spoke with his mouth full and then swallowed. “Leaves a bit of tang behind, though. I’d give it two stars.”

“Out of how many?” I shouted over Mitchell’s whimpers with a chuckle, unable to hide my amusement any longer.

“Five, of course. Is there such a thing as more than five stars?”

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