Page 100 of Demonic Cage
“Yes, Kindra?” he asks, and I rise on tiptoe, kissing him.
A smirk plays on Darya’s lips, his eyes narrowing.
“Give me more of your blood!” I plead.
Darya snarls, scoops me up, and with a flap of his wings, we’re back in the crowd. I laugh.
“So, are you taking me dancing, after all?”
He presses his thumb to my lips, his claw scratching my skin. Again, I take a sip from his wrist.
He leans down, kisses me, biting into me. I want to share my blood with him. It hurts as he pulls my hair back and tilts my head, but I don’t move. My desire is stronger than the pain.
“Don’t give me a chance to lose control,” he hisses. “You wouldn’t survive.”
Then what did he mean about not having finished with me yet today?
“Let’s make another deal,” I say, tilting my head back even further. “You can do anything to me, if I can torture your mermaid.”
Darya’s eyes widen, his mouth curling into a wide predatory grin. Madness sparks in his gray eyes, and he holds me tighter, releasing his fangs. He hisses and bites near my collarbone. I cry out in pain, but still pull myself closer.
He yanks his teeth from my shoulder and attacks my lips with his own. The earthy taste mixes with my blood. His tongue penetrates my mouth, and his hand grips my arm so tightly it almost breaks my bones. He pulls away, slashes his wrist, and presses it to my lips.
The blood drives me wild. My brain is hot, too hot, as I bite into his mouth, causing another wound. I stumble into a pillar but don’t give up. I scratch his bare collarbone with my nails, drinking his blood from there too. He yelps but tilts his head back as my lips meet his chest. A demon crashes into us, but he’s just one of a thousand others screaming beside us while killing his companion. We almost end each other as well.
I jump onto Darya’s hips, squeezing all the blood-scented air between us. I immediately feel him hard between my legs, desire exploding within me.
He reaches for the knot of my dress, which ends up on the ground. I slide his sleeveless coat off his shoulders, his bloody lips trailing down my neck. His hand has snuck under my skirt, reaching my belly. He touches my bare breast.
I moan, throwing my head back. Darya presses me against the wall, his bare torso against mine. His fingers circle around my nipple, gently caressing the sensitive area. I push my tongue deeper into his throat and sigh words into his mouth.
“Don’t stop,” I plead, and he tightens his grip on my breast, causing me to hiss. With his other hand, he grabs my ass. His hardness brushes against me sweetly, our bodies moving in familiar waves. I want more – I can’t wait any longer, and apparently neither can he. Though in human form, he looks back at me with the hunger of a demon, and I realize for the first timethat I might not survive him. But I also don’t care. I can’t think of anything else but his lips on mine, his hands on my breasts. When he looked up at me between my legs…
I push my clothes up revealing my thongs, and push my lap into his. Freeing his clothes from his grip, I reach for his pants button, but he squeezes my breast so tightly that I stop. I moan, almost scream in this sweet pain, but then he takes my legs off his back, and putting his hand around my neck, throws me against the wall. The air is squeezed out of my lungs. I try to grasp at his hand, but the iron claws don’t move. Continuing to hold my throat, he lifts me off the ground, my back touching the mud wall, and presses his body against mine.
“You’re perfect,” he whispers, his lips playing with my ear while I choke. The music still captivates me, its rhythm beating in time to my pulse. On the touch of Darya, small circuits shock my face.
“I’d like to kill you,” he hisses. “While you’re mine, I’d break your fragile bones. You’d scream, but it would be too late. Don’t be fooled by my human form, Lotte.” His voice is already a growl. “If I feel like it, I can suck the life out of anyone.”
I choke bewilderedly under his hand. What the…?
“But I won’t lose you. You’ll realize how much you need me. How much you need only me. Because I need only you.”
He tightens my throat more, and I start to struggle. What happened? What did I do to provoke him?
“You’ll be mine someday,” he says, roughly pressing his mouth against mine. “But it has to happen on its own. Not because of my blood.”
Before I can faint from the lack of air, he lets go. I fall to the ground and reach for my neck, but I can only cough. Panic clears the picture. Fear crawls up my spine. I tremble. I have to get out of here. I push the Kraldem away and start to run.
But I can only take one step before he grabs me from behind.
“No!” I scream, kicking. But it doesn’t hurt him.
“Ssssh,” he coaxes, tears streaming from my eyes. He presses his bloody wrist to my lips.
“Drink, Lotte.”
I clamp my mouth shut and shake my head, but he presses the blood into me. After all, this is what I wanted, right? For some reason, one I can’t remember anymore, I wanted a distraction.
