Page 4 of Demon's Prey
“Maybe you found the wrong Lamaze studio um—Mr. Kurse?”
The creature named Kurse bellowed. The walls shook like an earthquake was about to erupt.
Faith sighed. The universe had certainly answered her affirmations—but in a way, she could have never imagined.
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KURSE
When Kurse saw his fated mate, he felt like he would pass out. Instead, the bricks felt like feathers as he smashed through the wall, and her presence simply glowed. She stood like a beacon before him.
The screeches and cries were like music to his ears as humans reacted to his presence. The person at the entrance of the strange-looking castle had screamed and retreated from him. Finding her was like finding a piece of charcoal in a river of lava.
He chuckled to himself as he pointed at her, “You are my fated mate,” he repeated.
The human woman continued to back away. Kurse lowered his hand and stepped forward.
“Why don’t you understand?” He asked loudly.
Humans around him fled between his legs. He paid them no mind.
“I don’t know what that means,” she replied. Her voice was quivering, and this saddened Kurse. He took another step in her direction.
“Please stop walking toward me,” the woman asked nervously.
Kurse did as she asked and curled his lip downward, “You sent me the symbol.”
Her face crinkled into a frown, “Again, I don’t understand you, Mr. Kurse.”
As Kurse felt sadness rising in his body, an unfamiliar sensation, he felt something thick and warm penetrate his body.
“Hmm,” he said as he turned to his magnificently chiseled thigh. Five small men stood behind him with weapons in their hands, shocked by the sight of him.
The metallic object was still hot and burning as he plucked it from his scales. He lifted it to his face, smelled it, then gave it a long lick. The humans remaining in the room shrieked.
Kurse placed the object on his thumb, then flicked it with the opposite hand. It fired into the air and hit one of the men in the shoulder. He cried out while Kurse snickered.
The rest of the men responded by pointing their weapons and sending a fury of fire his way. Like plastic balls bouncing off a wall, they ricocheted off of his scales. Kurse heard his mate yelp as one passed by her head, nearly killing her.
“You fuckers,” Kurse growled as he stepped toward the men. He lifted a claw and swiped them away in a single strike. Behind him, his mate cried out his name.
“Stop it, Kurse! Please don’t hurt anyone else!”
Kurse made his way toward her, ignoring her cries for him to stop. The only way to protect her was to take her away. One of those fire weapons could have taken her away instantly.
“What the fuck are you doing?” His mate cried out as he took her by the waist and flung her onto his back. She smelled warm and fresh.
“I can’t have you getting hurt,” Kurse said. “You’re coming with me, fated mate.”
“Stop calling me that!” His mate pounded on his back. She felt like a fly hovering around a beehive.
Kurse held onto her with one claw as he flew through the glass of the fifty-story window. He blocked the glass from her face to keep from scraping her skin. A human’s skin was far more delicate than a demon’s scales.
He smashed into the ground, impacting the concrete with permanent imprints. He heard the humans around him cry out in horror.
“Your humans like to complain, don’t they,” Kurse said as he moved through the street.
“It’s not every day that they watch a fat fucking monster kidnap someone!” His mate continued slamming against his back.
