Page 19 of Hellish Witch

His tail shot under my neck and wrapped around my throat. My lips parted as he tightened his hold and curved me up to face him, half-supporting, half-choking.

Something big loomed on the horizon, rushing towards me.

Our eyes locked, fresh blood on sharp steel.

“Pay me, sweetness,” he snarled against my clit.

And smashed me apart.

I screamed just for him.

Waves of pleasure rolled through my core, spreading outwards and drenching every broken piece of me in bright ecstasy.

My hips bucked, and I was vaguely aware of the demon throwing his weight on top of me, pinning me as he continued to feast. Lips, tongue, and teeth worshipped between my thighs until I couldn’t take any more.

A feeble mewling sound was spilling from my lips. My claws scraped at broad shoulders.

The vicious demon finally relented, slowing his attack. He placed a delicate kiss on my inner thigh, gaze holding mine.

My chest heaved, whole body twitching on the bed, aftershocks electrifying every inch of me. Power fizzled through my veins, like I was drunk on the energy of pleasure, even in a dream.

“So fucking delicious,” Killian purred, licking his swollen, glossy lips. His warm breath peppered my sensitive core, and I shuddered beneath him. “Consider our deal…satisfied.”

The sound of something shattering outside tugged at my attention.

He cocked his head aside even as his eyes held me prisoner. A wicked smirk, just as sharp as the peek of his fangs, was the last thing I saw before the world faded completely.

Chapter 7

Ibolted upright.

Heavy covers pooled at my waist. My breath laboured in and out of my lungs in a harsh rhythm like I’d run from a pack of rabid hellhounds.

The familiar sight of my bedroom greeted me, but the sexy demon of my dreams wasn’t hiding amongst my overflowing laundry pile.

Disappointment squeezed my chest. I was all alone in my bed, oddly energised like I’d been shot up with more than just the adrenaline of a rude awakening.

The sun peeked through the windows with the early rays of dawn, trying to pierce the towering darkness of the Bloodwood. My cabin rested beside the forest, much to Rex’s dismay. Being close to nature had always soothed me, though, despite the dangers it held.

The sound of breaking clay yanked me fully from sleep’s groggy hold. I shoved my blanket off and lurched out of bed, stuffing on my fuzzy slippers and hurrying towards the source of the noise.

Adrenaline dumped into my veins, leaving me jittery yet hyper-focused as I rushed out of my bedroom, into the short hallway.

I lived alone.

Anyone here this early in the morning, smashing the place up, was an intruder.

Or a monster.

My claws ached with the threat of oncoming violence as I swept into the kitchen, homing in on the noise.

I screeched to a halt just inside.

My mouth dried up, all moisture heading south.

Killian stood in my kitchen, topless, cuddling a vicious hellcat to his broad chest.

The lean beast reminded me of a black leopard I’d seen in a human realm zoo once, complete with black fur and almost invisible darker rosettes. She was about the same size but sleeker, with intelligence burning in familiar blood-red eyes. A darker crimson tufted her triangular ears and tail tip, the tail fluff hiding a deadly stinger loaded with venom.

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