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Letting contract be contract, Kesh stormed out of Jimmy’s office, out of Hell, his only thought that if Georgia was hurt, nothing would matter ever again.
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Kesh
It was obvious when he arrived at his apartment tower that his men were oblivious to any divine attack. They jerked to attention when he pulled up on his motorbike, threw it on the curb, and ran toward the entrance. Toward Georgia.
“Your Highness, what?—?”
“Call Mallorn,” Kesh snarled as he stormed past the guards. “Tell him to get here immediately.” Whatever that goddess had done to Georgia, she would pay. He needed his Second by his side to ensure she didn’t escape the city while he tended to the Breeder
He burst out of the elevator and into his front hall three minutes later, heart in his throat. “Georgia! Georgia!”
A muffled scream sounded from deeper in the apartment, followed by a heavy thud, and then nails clawing frantically at wood. He skidded around the corner—and found his father sitting on the floor in front of his bedroom, leaning heavily against the closed door. Another thud vibrated the wood against his back.
“What on Earth are you?—?”
“Kesh! Kesh, help me! Oh God, please, help me!”
His voice died when Georgia’s desperate cries made it through the closed door his father was physically barricading. “What are you doing? Get out of the way, she needs help!” He stepped forward, intent on the door, but his father’s magic gripped him, holding him in place.
“Wait—”
Absolute fury exploded in his brain. For the first time in his life, there was no fear at the thought of confronting his father, no concern about pushing him too far. All he registered was that the other demon was trying to stop him from coming to Georgia’s aid. A roar ripped from his throat, and black, dense power exploded out of his body.
Kirigan’s magic hold on him shattered like glass, the blast wave blowing through the door behind him and knocking him out of the way.
Georgia, who’d been behind the door, stumbled backwards and landed heavily on her ass with a cry. Her dress was torn to shreds, her hair wild, and her skin flushed pink.
“Shit!” Kesh leapt over his father and crouched by her side, carefully cradling her head as he eased her back upright. “Where does it hurt, little one?”
“Kesh—she resisted my magic. I tried to contain her with magic, but she shrugged off my bindings as if they were nothing. She’s Pure.”
“What?” He’d barely registered his father’s caution when Georgia dug her nails into his arms—and her scent hit him square in the nostrils.
Heat.
“Please… please, it hurts, I need you!”
Her voice was raspy and raw from screaming, but still perfectly modulated to hit every primitive, male part of his brain. Her eyes were hazy, her blunt nails drawing white lines on his skin as she clawed at him to get closer. And her smell…
He buried his nose in her neck and inhaled, all thoughts of a goddess and danger and war vanishing in the fog of lust roaring up from his pelvis and digging deep into his brain stem.
“Shh, I’m here. I’ll make it stop hurting now.” His voice was a coo.
Georgia mewled in response, unshed tears of relief shining in her beautiful blue eyes. “You’ll make it stop?”
“I will,” he promised, thumb stroking her cheek. He got to his feet and lifted her into his arms with ease, and carried her to the bed.
She got to her knees the second he put her down, cheek pressed to the mattress, ass up. “Please…!”
“Good girl.” Kesh pushed up her tattered silk skirt and cupped her smoldering pussy from behind. Her pulse drummed against his palm, heavy and fast, the rhythm transferring to his own, aching cock. She whined at his touch and pressed down to rub herself against his fingers. Thick, viscous liquid pooled in his palm, the scent of cunt and heat so heavy in the air his vision blurred.
“Kesh!” Her whine turned sharp, the demand clear as she pushed herself back on his hand, rhythmically rubbing against it.
“I know—I’ve got you, love.” Freeing his cock from the painful confines of his zip, he knelt up behind her and pushed her further forward, greedy eyes raking over the hot, pulsing flesh of her upturned pussy.
Her labia were thick and swollen, bright pink amidst dark, matted pubic hair, and eagerly revealing her tiny opening twitching with every rapid beat of her heart. And there, like a shimmering jewel, was the perpetrator of her desperate state; the vicious metal band around her clit cruelly twisted so tightly, the sensitive pearl had turned nearly purple and thrice its natural size.
