Page 83 of Hellish Witch

And then he was right behind me. Hands clamped around my waist. He leaped, wings snapping wide and pumping hard. I choked on a scream as the ground fell away.

“You’re not very good at fleeing, sweetness,” his husky voice whispered in my ear. “Someone might think you wanted to be caught.”

I shuddered, eyes closing as he ran his nose along my throat, scenting me with a low groan.

He turned me in his arms, and something cold hit my thighs, making me sit. I blinked wide eyes open.

Killian grinned down at me, wings pumping leisurely at his back, the night sky peeking behind him.

He balanced me precariously on a balcony railing.

“Killian,” I gasped, gripping the chilled metal I perched on. I couldn’t tell if it was ice or I was fire.

His boots touched down between the vertical slats of the rail, and large hands framed my hips on the metal bar.

His eyes focused on my lips, but his pupils dilated like he’d been smoking haze for hours. “Yes, sweetness?”

His wings beat the air in lazy strokes, black feathers seeping darkness that rose into the night. Even though his soothing touch tamed some of the blazing heat, fire simmered low in my body, demanding and insistent.

“Is this safe?” I squeaked, trying to encourage the logical, concerned side of me over the needy hussy who just wanted to spread her thighs and let Killian devour the ache between them.

The incubus pulled a stick of haze from his back pocket, placed it between his lips, and clicked his fingers with enough ferocity for his claws to spark. The tip caught, and a bright-red cherry burned the night as hot as the blood rushing through my veins.

“You’re never safe from me, sweetness,” he murmured, words becoming smoke that drifted from his darkening lips. “And yet I can’t seem to stay away.”

A feral snarl sounded from the ground far below, slicing through the moment before a voice boomed out, “Oi! I can smell that needy succubus you’ve got up there!”

My eyes shot wide, heart pounding. It only pumped the molten desire faster through my bloodstream. Even with the reckless need scrambling my thoughts, I didn’t want anyone else to touch me.

I wanted Killian.

“Bring her down, or I’m coming up for a turn,” the male sneered. “And you’ll just have to scrape together what’s left.”

Killian took another deep drag and smirked. “Wait here, sweetness.”

A dark cloud accompanied his words, the distinct floral scent washing over me and obscuring my vision.

He let go.

Killian stared up at me as he plummeted towards the concrete several stories below, haze stick blazing as he took another pull, not bothering to use his wings.

“Kill!” I screamed, gripping the railing tight as I balanced on the edge.

The psycho was in free fall and still smoking without a care in the realms.

I could just make out the vicious smirk on his lips, damn smoke between them. He finally twisted, flaring nightmare wings and landing on top of the demon stupid enough to anger the ruthless enforcer.

He was a blur of violence.

The sounds of flesh smacking flesh rang out. Killian smashed his knuckles into the pure-bred incubus’s face repeatedly. His victim groaned, trying to rake his claws across Killian’s arms, but the enforcer just laughed, catching the smaller male’s hands.

The crack of breaking bones shattered the night.

Killian grabbed the male’s bleached horns and, with a violent wrench, snapped each of the four off the male’s skull and proceeded to stab them into the demon’s stomach.

If I wasn’t high on whatever was happening to me, his ferocity might have unnerved me. As it was, the brutal way he protected only made me want him more.

The psychotic demon grabbed something metallic from the other male’s jacket. He held the hip flask over the groaning demon, liquid splashing over his victim.

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