Page 20 of Demon Loved
He’s so fucking lucky I don’t have pain magic, or he’d be on the floor.
“Well, I was listening for Katrina to kick you out so I could rush in to comfort her, but then things got interesting.”
I hear Katrina snort and giggle behind me, and part of my fury softens. That damn giggle does it every time.
“What the hell do you want?” I demand, keeping my voice gruff.
Akor bounces up on his toes and tilts his head until he looks like some kind of creep. “I want in on the fun.”
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Akor
I seemy cherry peeking around Raz’s extended wing. Her blue eyes are wide, and there’s a gorgeous, natural pink tint to her cheeks. She’s ripe and ready, and I can’t wait to eat her. The taste of her I got at the little human dance lingers in my mind, and I lick my lips in anticipation.
Raz tries to stop me from seeing our precious girl, his eyes glowing bright red, his wings stretched out so far, they brush the room-darkening drapes on the floor to ceiling window to our left. The claws on the tips of said wings extend towards me in an aggressive manner.
What does he have to be pissed about? He wasn’t the one getting left out of naughty playtime!
“Sharing is caring,” I remind him in a sing-song voice, wagging my finger.
He doesn’t take my warning seriously. Why don’t people ever take sung warnings to heart? They should.
Raz growls at me. He’s always had a short temper, even when he was our second-in-command instead of our leader. I used to think his barking was hot and would often piss him off and then start jerking off in front of him. For some reason, he never seemed to appreciate it.
Just like now.
“Get out,” he growls at me. I nearly sigh from boredom. He’s always predictable, straightforward in his aggression. He wants his own turn to play with our little mate by himself. But that’s not how this works. At least, that’s not how I’m going to let this work. Katrina belongs to all of us.
Raz lunges right for me, and it’s clear as starlight that he plans to shove me back into the other bedroom with Adam and slam the door, despite the fact that it won’t lock because he shredded the knob. He probably plans to shove something heavy in front of it too.
Silly demon.
I waggle a finger, and my pain magic strikes out like a whip. I break his big toe and watch with a smile as the big, strong demon man whimpers and grabs his foot.
While he hops around like an ugly, black flamingo, I make my way to the bed and see my Katrina’s breasts are already on display. I lick my lips. Gorgeous.
“Akor…” she breathes, her chest rising, the little points of her nipples moving up and drawing my eyes.
Raz’s hand smacks into my shoulder and shoves me sideways into a dresser that digs into my hip bone. “You interrupted us. This was my time.”
I don’t take my eyes off of Katrina. Her jaw has dropped, and my little darling looks terrified that we’re about to fight. But I can also see the tiny bit of excitement in her gaze over it. No, I’m not projecting because I want to smash Raz in the face.
Ok, fine. Maybe a little.
But blood is a turn-on, right? Women love to lick the blood of your enemies from your neck as you fuck them. Right?
I rip my arm back and take a swing, cracking Raz across the jaw. Pain sizzles down my arm, but it’s nothing compared to what my magic can make me feel. I ignore it easily. It’s like stepping on a nail, hardly noticeable.
“Make me bleed so Katrina can lick the blood,” I tell him, my dick getting hard at the thought of her tongue on me.
“Don’t do that!” Katrina immediately interjects.
She’s just playing coy. I know she’ll love the taste of blood once she gets used to it.
Raz narrows his eyes, and I dance around him, putting my hands up by my face like a boxer, my feet switching back and forth. “You want to fight over her?”
He bares his teeth at me, and I can see the pulse in his jaw quicken. Oh, he wants to fight.
