Page 80 of Hellish Witch

A demon rushed into the room, blood coating her hands like gloves. I vaguely recognised her as the woman behind the bar, black-and-pink hair framing her heart-shaped face. Neon-pink eyes glowed with rage.

“Shit.Killian?Well, I can see I was late to the party,” she chuckled, but a darkness lurked in her narrowed eyes as she surveyed the dying males on the floor before staring the enforcer down. “You’d better be here to help her too.”

Killian grunted, his eyes fixed on me with a sharp intensity, his nostrils flaring like a wild animal.

I whimpered again, “Kill.” I swallowed thickly, tasting the blood and desire in the air. “S-Something’s…wrong with me.”

He stomped through the bodies, deliberately crunching bones under his solid boots and making his victims scream as he came for me.

“Nothing’s wrong, sweetness. I’ve got you now.” His voice came out as a low, rough rasp, silver-streaked eyes wild even as his words aimed to soothe. His inked chest heaved with every laboured breath, and the look in his eyes promised a dark hunger.

Without acknowledging the bloodied bartender, he scooped me into his arms. I moaned at the feel of his cool skin against me, even smeared with blood that I knew should still be warm.

“Fuck. I can feel your need. Your heat.” His eyes blazed. “I’ve got you,” he repeated, but I could barely hear his gravelly voice over the club’s pounding music and my own hazed lust.

“Kill… I… I need you,” I murmured.

Tears gathered in my eyes. I was frustrated and horny and desperate. And Killian was cooling and soothing. He was the glass of ice water on a hot summer’s day, and I was fires-damned parched.

“Shit. I’ve never seen a heat this bad before. More idiots are coming,” the bartender warned, spinning to face the direction of the stairway. Her unique pink eyes glowed as they pinned me. “Are you safe with him?”

That a stranger would care for my safety would have shocked me if I could think straight. I was a demon-mage hybrid. Even other outcasts would throw me away. But all I could notice was how beautiful she was with her innocent pixie face and long flowing hair dipped in a pretty dusky pink, and wonder what her petal-soft skin would feel like slicked with sweat against mine.

“Yes,” I forced the word out, my claws digging into Killian’s arm.

She nodded and pinned Killian with a hard stare. “Get her out of here. I’ll deal with this.”

Killian’s voice was a guttural rasp. “Thanks, Aurora. I owe you one.”

I didn’t have time to wonder how they knew each other. Killian hugged me to his chest and leaped for the window. His wings wrapped me tight just before we hit the glass. It broke in a deafening shatter as we crashed through.

And then we were falling.

I sucked in a ragged gasp to scream, but his wings shot wide, and the air was trapped in my lungs as we were yanked upwards. He landed with a soft thud, setting me on my feet in what lookedlike another filthy alley just outside the nightclub. He pulled back enough to run his gaze over me fully, searching for injuries, but his hands never left my waist.

Lightning streaked through his stormy eyes. His wings were still pitch black, the feathers drenched in writhing shadows and painted with blood.

“Fires, Eve. Tell me you’re okay.” His voice was a pleading rasp, rough enough that I swore I felt it scrape my skin.

Was I?

That burning need had only slightly lessened with his body pressing in around me.

A group of strangers had tried to assault me.

Killian pulled me close, wrapping me in his arms and fitting my smaller body in the protection of his. I was shaking so hard against his solid frame, my fangs clattered together.

A hard length pressed against my middle, and I whined at the fierce need burning me up.

I was so far from okay, I couldn’t see a way back to it.

But that blaze in my middle wouldn’t let up, and it ate through my worries and fears until all I could do wasfeel. And hunger.

All for him.

“I need you,” I whimpered, head tipped back to meet his gaze as I pressed myself harder into him, rubbing myself against the thick length trapped beneath his trousers.

He leaned down until mere inches separated his lips from mine. “You have me, sweetness. You’ve always had me.”

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