Page 74 of Prince of Demons
His father had called her Pure before her pheromones hit, and Kesh’d lost all sense—but he’d barely registered it at the time.
Had he truly known? Before he took her? That she wouldn’t die from his need?
Horror that had nothing to do with Mallorn’s attack turned his inners to ice.
“Pure?” Mallorn spat. “She’s Pure, and you still dangled her in front of all your men—in front of me—to, what? Rally the troops? Ensure my loyalty? All the while, you kept her here, locked in your bedroom… for yourself?! What was the fucking plan, your Highness? Make her fall for you, make her choose you, so you wouldn’t have to offer her to auction for the other lords?”
Mallorn’s rage was like a storm of gnats biting at the edges of his focus. But he barely registered the words, the accusations. All he was capable of was the sharp cold spreading through his blood with every heavy thud of his heart.
“Get out.” His voice came out shaky—unhinged. “Get out of my sight. I will deal with you later.”
His Second’s eyes widened, the rage turning molten, but Kesh had no capacity to care. He turned his gaze back to the woman in his arms, shifting his grip on her trembling body so he could turn her face toward him with a finger.
Her blue eyes were wide with alarm and her lips quivered.
A flash of every harsh thrust into her body lit up in his brain and shivered through his body. He’d been brutal with her. She’d begged for it, pleaded, but only because her ring had been activated.
He’d done to her what his father did to his mother.
The ice in his blood reached his heart.
He looked back toward the other two demons. Mallorn was gone, but Kirigan remained, still shielding the remnants of his penthouse from the wind with his magic.
“We need to move to the lower floors, get Georgia out of the open. Then discuss… what comes next.” Without waiting for confirmation, he marched toward the stairway leading to the lower floors. They passed the open void of the elevator shaft, now sans carrier, Georgia clinging to him instinctively. Instincts seeking him for protection, despite what he’d done to her. His gut felt hollow as he carried her down five floors, making sure the structure above them wasn’t compromised before he brought her into the empty space made up of steel and concrete.
He’d purposely kept the floors beneath his penthouse barren and unoccupied, making them easier to patrol and keep clear of hostile forces. It hadn’t been enough to keep Georgia safe.
“What happened?” He turned to his father, still clutching Georgia tight to his chest. “How did this happen? I left you in charge of her safety, and you let a goddess near her?”
“She must have accessed the bedroom from the balcony and somehow blocked her magic’s trace upon entering. I only noticed its lingering vibration once I entered the bedroom to investigate her screams.” Kirigan calmly unbuttoned his shirt and held it toward Georgia. “Did she say anything to you, before the attack, dear one?”
Georgia accepted the shirt with trembling fingers. Kesh put her down to help her into it, frowning when she flinched at the cold concrete under her feet.
“Y-yea. She said… Fate needed a push. That…” She frowned, hands stilling before she could pull the shirt over her shoulders.
Kesh grabbed it from her hands, buttoning it around her trembling body, before lifting her back into her arms and off the cold floor. “What else did she say, Georgia?”
“T-that I have magic, but it needs to be unlocked, like the queen’s was. And that…” Her blue eyes flashed up to his, large and uncertain. “That I needed to mate you or… or your father. She didn’t care which. I think that’s why she… She wanted either one of you to lose control and…”
“Claim you,” Kirigan finished her sentence when she trailed off, his brows knitting into a frown. “So she knew you were Pure. But why would she want us mated? Why would she want your magic unlocked when it would only be used to strengthen our side?”
“She didn’t say. She just…” Her bottom lip quivered at the memory of the violation. “I can’t believe I risked my life to save her, and she was just… just…”
Under normal circumstances, Kesh would have been all too happy to point out that that’s what happened when she let her stupid, soft heart overtake reason and self-preservation, but he couldn’t. Not now, not with his semen still crusted on her nether lips and the knowledge of what she’d been through, at his hands, fresh in his mind. He gripped her body tighter to still his hands from trembling and forced his mind to focus on something actionable. Something that didn’t make him feel like he might shatter into a thousand pieces if he thought about it for a single second longer.
“We need Kain here. And Selma—she’s far more versed in the treacherous ways of goddesses.”
Kirigan’s disturbing eyes rested on his face for a long moment. Kesh got the uncomfortable feeling his father saw every petty, possessive urge he was doing his hardest to pretend wasn’t there, but thankfully, he didn’t comment on whatever he found. Instead, he said, “I already called them. They’re on their way.”
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Georgia
Possibly the prospect of meeting the demon king and queen, whilst wearing nothing but an oversized button-down and with semen still coating her inner thighs, should have preoccupied Georgia’s immediate thoughts.
However, nothing really penetrated through the fog of sheer shock and physical exhaustion as she sat in Kesh’s arms like an overgrown toddler.
Her body still shuddered with the remnants of orgasm, and she still felt the echo of him in her aching pussy.
