Page 97 of Satanic Shadow
Dane chuckles deeply as he dodges my slaps, capturing my wrist and yanking me on top of him. “Weak and powerless. Can you be any more of a disappointment?”
“You’re being mean now.”
“No. You’re just soft,” he replies, smirking as he snatches my other hand, the one I used to pleasure myself, and sucks my middle and ring finger into his mouth. “At least you taste good,” he mumbles around them.
I pull my fingers from his mouth with a pop. “I want to hurt you.”
“And I want to kiss you.”
I’m momentarily frozen by his words. Other than the tasks and usually taking them too far, we’ve not really been intimate or kissing outside of them. “Careful, Dane, I’m starting to think you have a crush on me.”
Eyes flickering with silver look between my mouth and my narrowing gaze. “The universe will cease to exist before I ever admit to that, human. Besides, this…” He pinches my cheek. “This probably isn’t your real face.”
I hit his hand away, pulling up my shorts and getting to my feet, aiming for the bathroom to lock myself in. “You can’t call me a human then say that in the same sentence.”
He rushes off the bed, wrapping the towel around himself and snatching my wrist. “I just did.”
“And what about you?” I yank free. “What is the real face of Dane Dalton? Or is that even your real name?”
He chuckles, perfect teeth flashing white. His canines have always been a little bit longer.
His naked chest is right there, and my eyes keep lowering from his face to gawk at the muscles and ink, and I accidentally drop my eyes to the perfectly sculpted V between his hips.
“I may be able to change my appearance and species, but my name I cannot.” He tilts his head. “And what makes you think this isn’t my real face?”
“Ugly personality, ugly manners, ugly handwriting.” I lift his notebook from the dresser, the one I can barely read given how illegible the words are. “I assume you make yourself look…” I gesture to his face with the small navy book, and he raises a brow. I groan and force myself to say it. “You make yourself appear handsome to hide the rest of your hideousness. You probably made sure you had a big dick in your human form because the real one is small and pointless. Smart move, shadow boy.”
I take a breath.
He licks his lips, and I wait. Wait for him to react, to throw abusive words my way, to choke me with a shadow.
“I’m not sorry,” I say before he can force an apology out of me. “Sometimes, the truth hurts.”
With that, Dane laughs. Not a deep chuckle or a snort. He bellows as if I’ve just told the best joke in the universe.
Yet again, he dodges an object I throw at him. His jotter flies across the room instead, landing on top of his discarded clothes.
I place a hand on my hip. “You done?”
“Not even close,” he says. “From all of that, I picked up that you find me attractive and think I’m well endowed.”
“Thinkbeing the key word. That doesn’t mean you are.”
He grips the towel in one hand, as if it’s about to fall, running the tip of his tongue along his bottom lip. My traitorous eyes follow the movement. “Would it scare you if I said I’m neither human nor creature?” He takes a step towards me, and I retreat to keep our distance. “What if I said I’m worse?”
Another step forward from him, and one back from me.
“Maybe…” Another step and my back hits the wall beside the bathroom door, trapping me between two immovable objects. “Maybe I’m a shadow?Theshadow to be exact.”
His hand comes up, and my breath hitches as he traces my jawline, pupils dilating as the green flickers to a dim silver, not quite as bright as it gets when he’s… excited.
He grits his teeth and slants his head to nudge my nose with his. “Would that suit my hideous soul?”
My throat works on a swallow, but a lump gets caught as the closeness of him infiltrates every sense, every shred of common sense.
The strap of my top slides down my shoulder, and Dane’s eyes follow it slowly, mesmerized by the piece of fabric against my heated skin. His gaze doesn’t falter as I reach up to fix it back into place.
A wildfire spreads all over my body as Dane captures my throat and presses me into the wall. “I asked you a question, mortal.”
