Page 22 of The Demon's Pet

“What happens next?” he asked indifferently.

“I kicked the alpha’s son in the crotch, so I’ll probably get stoned,” I said.

I thought he might have let out a snort of a laugh at that, but it was stifled so quickly I couldn’t be sure about it.

“Wish I could see that,” he said. “It’s sure to be interesting.”

His words bit into my heart. All alphas were evil, and despite their promises of protection, all of them seemed happy to hurt us.

He stood. “Well, it seems they won’t need my services, so I should probably catch up to my… friends.” The way he hesitated before “friends” made me think he didn’t like them very much.

Fair. They were probably dickbags like him.

“Bye,” I said sullenly.

He stood to leave, then paused, coming in front of my stocks again and kneeling in front of me. “I would save you, pet, but it’s against the rules. Your whole pack could be destroyed if I interfere in things.”

“I wouldn’t care,” I muttered, but it wasn’t true. There were some people I still liked there.

“This is why I said you were an idiot,” he murmured.

“What?” I glared at him with all of my power. “I’m not an idiot. I’d be an idiot to go with Bran!”

“You’re an idiot for not seeing so many things,” he said. “You’re an idiot for not… waking up.”

Then he did something unexpected. He leaned in… and kissed me.

His lips were so hot, so soft, and so experienced, his tongue darting out to tease mine open.

It seemed too odd to kiss here, unnoticed by the town, in the dark, in the stocks. But not being able to move, being so close to my upcoming nightmarish death, my body had never felt more alive than it did when he kissed me.

I let out a muffled moan as his tongue parted my lips and slid inside. His hand moved up to stroke my cheek lightly, pushing sticky strands of hair back, and he deepened the kiss, his tongue slipping deep inside as he held us together.

I wanted my hands free to hold him, to run them over his incredible body. I was instantly wet. I wanted things it was foreign to want.

Like this man, deep inside me. I wanted him to do to my body what he was doing with his tongue. Coax me open, please me, fill me… My thoughts raced, impossible to hold on to against the storm of his hold on my mouth.

I was melting, melting, heating…

And then he pulled back, and though I could barely breathe for my gasping, he seemed completely calm.

But in his burning brown gaze, there was something, as he raised a gorgeous thumb and slowly, thoughtfully, ran it along his lower lip, wiping off his mouth.

“Thanks, omega,” he said, getting a leering grin as he stood. “Didn’t want you to go completely to waste.”

Anger flared inside me, combining with the heat and frustration he’d caused in me to swirl into an inferno of hate.

I’d been treated badly almost my whole life, but I’d never been this angry.

I hated my family. I hated Bran. I hated this whole damn town.

But most of all, I hated this man who had come to take advantage of me even when I was about to die.

What kind of monster did such a thing?

Deep down, I hated how much I had fallen for all of it and how much I had desperately wished to keep going.

He let out a sigh. “Shame, though. Well, if they don’t manage to kill you, I’ll be back tomorrow.” He stood, and his wings unfurled, black against the already dark night.

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