Page 116 of Bred
“Mighty words for a feeble demon.” My gaze snapped to the first, who stepped on the elevator. “I wouldn’t if I were you. You will end up regretting following orders.”
The second demon charged me while the doors to the lift slid closed. Big mistake. In two steps, I snapped the second lessor demon’s neck with a roar of rage, ripping his head from his puny body. The shocked expression on his face didn’t change as his head plopped wetly on the floor before it rolled across to the floor, coming to a stop near the fireplace. With a nudge of my foot, his head was engulfed in flames. I hoped, in some small way, he felt the agony of burning for eternity.
His body shriveled, popping and crackling like pork crackling before disintegrating. The only remnants of his body were a small pile of ash that would eventually be swept up.
With a derisive snort, I exited the apartment, taking the stairs down to the street. Roslin’s fate was slipping through my fingers. Her disappearing now would spell certain doom for both of us. In such a short time, she’d entwined her soul with mine, binding us together. She was mine. Dominic would pay. Slamming open the exit, the glass door shattered with the sheer force I used to leave the building. I skidded to a halt as a blacked out sedan sped off toward the warehouse district and the port.
My heart lodged in my throat.
My gut twisted.
I had to get there before Dominic was gone forever, taking my little creature. Knowing the rat bastard as well as I did, he’d sail off to his island hideaway then return to his corner of the demon realm where I’d be unceremoniously banished from, because I couldn’t follow the rules. If that happened, Roslin would be lost forever. A slave to Dominic for all eternity.
I couldn’t allow that to come to pass.
I hurried to a waiting car sitting in front of the building and yanked the driver out of the way. Any man who worked for Dominic was the enemy, and I didn’t have time to ask permission. I jumped into the driver's seat and shut the door. Thankfully, the vehicle was running. I put the car into gear and stomped on the accelerator, peeling out as I sped away from the curb. Horns honked and tires squealed. Humans screamed at me, but I didn’t care. I had to hurry. Faster. I increased my speed, using alleyways and side streets to get to the docks quicker.
Memories flooded my mind as I weaved in and out of traffic like a demon possessed. The sounds Roslin made when she climaxed in my arms. The way she laughed at things I said. The haughty look on her face when she dealt with the lesser demons. The way her voice settled on that authoritative tone of hers, sending a shiver of delight down my spine. Eagerness and desperation warred within me.
I couldn’t lose her.
She was mine.
Roslin had always been mine.
The car fishtailed as I turned the corner, entering the warehouse district a little too fast. Tall brick buildings loomed over the small delivery lanes. Chain-link fences and gates bisected the area, corralling drivers onto certain paths, directing them toward the water. In the distance, the foghorns of tug boats announced their arrival and departure for the cargo ships lining the port. Since the sun had been setting when I left the penthouse, darkness settled over the area. Only the spotlights on the port cranes and those illuminating the receiving docks brightened the small areas. The rest of the warehouses were thrown into darkness. No matter. I could see within the pitch black. The nothing. The void. I was born within the subterranean. I crawled among the brimstone and sulfur.
I was not scared.
Evil never faltered.
Turning off the headlights of the vehicle, I crept toward Dominic’s building. Two cars were outside. One I recognized as Dominic’s, the other as that of the demon who took my Roslin. My palms itched to teach him a lesson. Tension radiated from my chest and into my shoulders. This would be the last time Dominic saw the night, or the day. I promised myself I would paint his world in blood, and I meant every oath I made.
I parked within the shadows, so as not to alert any of them of my arrival. The Bocánaigh pushed forward. I sank into the sensation of rending skin and bone, allowing the violent fury to consume me as he pushed through. He was vicious. Exacting. He was the deepest, darkest, most dangerous part of my soul. Letting him free meant certain death for anyone who dared to step into his path. I reveled in him. Worshipped him at the demonic altar of my mind. Together, we were more than deadly.
We were damnation.
We were hellfire and brimstone.
The fiery pits of hell.
We were the evil that hunted in the night.
We were the creature that lurked in the shadows.
My steps were measured as I came upon the building, knowing full well Dominic wouldn’t keep himself exposed. There at the door were two men, both of whom had semi-automatic weapons. Non-lethal to demonic beings such as myself, yet painful, nonetheless. The creeping sensation of being watched slithered across the back of my neck. I glanced over my shoulder. My gaze lifted. There at the tops of the catty-corner buildings, snipers. Very clever, Dominic. The minute I stepped from the shadows, they would engage. I had to use the shade to my advantage. Wrapping the surrounding darkness around me, I used its tendrilled wispy ends as whips, snatching at the weapons of those who were closest to me. Their startled expressions and shaken visages allowed me to penetrate the area, taking them out with silent efficiency.
Power and the scent of fresh kill suffused my body. The wild dopamine high licked at my brain, causing a cascade of pleasure and triumph to flow through me. It was the thrill of death. The smell of fresh blood as it pooled around the bodies of the dead. The need to fuck and rut to maintain my dominance over this domain. My dick was hard, sticking straight up against my belly and leaking precum. It was all for Roslin.
Every ounce.
The hair on the back of my neck rose a second time, moments before a bullet whizzed by my ear and crashed into the brick close to where I stood, throwing clay dust into the air. Turning, I reached out with the shades, curling each frond around the neck of the man—Demon—who’d dared to shoot his rifle at me. Adrenaline coursed through my veins. I got off on the kill, and this situation was no different. At the crack of his neck, a groan of pleasure slipped from my lips.
Between fucking and killing, I didn’t know which was better.
With a gracefulness, I didn’t know I could exude; I slipped the door open and eased into the warehouse, hopeful I’d surprise all who waited. The cat walk extended around the top of the building. From where I stood, I could see three guards, including the asshole who touched my Roslin. The smell of fresh blood and salty tears assailed me, hitting me square in the chest. Stacks of palleted boxes and a sundry of other parcels surrounded the area, blocking my view of her. All the lights were out, except for one, in the middle of the building. That was where I needed to be, but I had to be smart. I couldn’t alert anyone to my position.
Not now.
