Page 60 of Hunted By Her Demon Wolves

Her gaze shot to Cadmus, who was looking down at her like she was a lamb on the slaughter. “I know.”

It was clear they wanted her, but did she want them? That growing tingling in her lower belly and the moisture seeping between her thighs told her she did.

“We won’t push you if you’re not ready,” Damon said, holding up his palms in a gesture of surrender.

The look Cadmus gave Damon would’ve made a lesser wolf run off with his tail between his legs. “Gorgo is obsessed with virgins. You remember what he did to the volucri?”

“Volucri?” she asked.

Shadows darkened Cadmus’s eyes. “Bug demons.”

“Oh, like Bastet and Bug?” Her stomach churned at the thought of harming them. They were such sweet, innocent creatures.

He looked down at her over his nose. “Just like them.”

“I remember now,” Damon blurted. “He tortured the volucri and fed off their innocence, their pain.”

Phoenix clutched her roiling gut. Great Ancients! What happened to them after that?

“They’re still his prisoners.” Damon let out a strangled cry, his eyes wide with panic. “He feeds off them. So did we.”

Her hands flew to her throat as she turned pleading eyes to Cadmus. “We have to save them.”

Cadmus’s features turned to stone. “Let’s focus on my brothers first.”

“I remember him scrying you in his fires,” Damon said on a breath of air as he sat up straighter. Phoenix watched the wheels turning in his brain, as if his memories had all come to him at once. “Ever since he saw you fall into hell, he’s been obsessed with finding you, with drinking your virgin blood.”

Phoenix slapped a hand over her mouth, fighting back bile.

Damon wrapped a protective hand around her wrist. “We won’t let him get to you.”

Cadmus threw up his hands, bitter laughter erupting from his throat. “How will we stop him?”

Damon let out a warning growl, his demeanor changing as he spoke through gritted teeth. “Easy, Cadmus.”

“I won’t make promises I can’t keep, and neither should you.” Cadmus pointed an accusatory finger at his brother. “Don’t forget we weren’t able to keep ourselves from becoming his lechers.”

“I’ll do it. I’ll have sex with you,” she blurted, summoning a courage she didn’t feel.

Damon shook his head. “No—not if you’re not ready.”

“I-I’m ready.” She had to force the words out, her frazzled nerves threatening to tie her tongue in knots.

He gave her a pitying look. “You’ve always been a terrible liar.”

She turned up her chin, giving each of them a challenging glare. “Then make me ready.” Her courage faltered when Damon’s jaw dropped, and he looked at her as if she’d grown a second head. Didn’t he want her?

But then Cadmus knelt beside her, cupping her chin in a firm grip. “I accept your challenge, Phoenix.”

The way her name rolled off his tongue like warm butter made her heart do somersaults. When he let out a predatory growl, his nose flattening and fur sprouting along his face, she felt as if she would internally combust as her veins turned to molten lava.

She couldn’t break eye contact with him if she tried. Damon’s hesitation, and even his protests, faded into the background, and she was vaguely aware of him leaving the cavern. Was it to give them privacy? She didn’t have much time to think on it, because Cadmus’s golden eyes were so mesmerizing, so full of carnal desire, she could only think of making love to her strong beta who’d carried her across hell’s scorching desert to keep her safe.

Grasping her shoulders, he gently eased her back onto the furs, their gazes still locked, as he deftly unraveled her makeshift robe while nudging her thigh with his knee. She felt like a feast for the wolves, so bare and exposed beneath him, but she didn’t care when his masculine heat encompassed her. She clung to his muscular, tattooed shoulders, her nails digging into his skin, as his lips brushed across hers in a whisper-soft kiss.

“Open to me,” he commanded, nipping the side of her neck.

She wasn’t sure if he meant her mouth or her legs, so she opened both as his silky rod of steel pressed against her wet heat, teasing, probing, sliding across her slick sex until she thought she’d die from the exquisite torture.

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