Page 107 of Demonic Cage
I look at his healed wrist.
“How could I burn you during the ritual?”
Darya looks up at me slowly.
“I didn’t think you could.”
“What do you mean?”
“You’ve seen the synnefo, the black fog that many of us can create,” he says, his head sliding lower on my chest. His blood isn’t in me, but warmth still floods through my thighs, and the area between my legs starts to throb. Darya glances there for a moment, then back into my eyes. “It rots the flesh off the bones of the herebias. Demons are immune to it. The light of the herebias, however, burns demons. Not all herebia can do it, but those who can are capable of killing us.”
My heart pounds in my throat. I can burn demons! As if reading my thoughts, the Kraldem speaks:
“Yours was different from theirs. Your skin ignited. You could burn even them.”
“How can I summon it again?”
“The angel within you responded.”
The power of the angel within me responded. First. Not my demonic side, but my angelic side. Although… how good a sign is this? I still can’t decide what to think about Lavian and his kind. And it’s fucking hard to think straight when Darya’s head is slowly sliding down, and instead of pushing him away, I just whimper.
Darya stops at my underwear, inhales deeply, and I get so wet that I just want to attack.
“What the hell are you doing?” I growl at him. “I only wanted you because of your blood. I’m not in the mood now…”
Darya looks at me, and I fall silent upon seeing his black eyes. The black eyes that appear when his demonic side is stronger or when he loses control.
The area between my legs starts throbbing again, and Darya smiles.
“As I said,” he whispers, planting a kiss on my center, making my treacherous body shudder, “I could get used to this taste.”
“Enough… leave me alone!” I whisper with the last of my willpower, and Darya immediately lets go and stands up.
He’s shirtless, and I gaze at his chiseled muscles – the thin tattoos, with the snake winding up one side and the slender tree on the other. I’d love to run my tongue along his sculpted abs.
But I won’t.
“Be ready in a few hours,” he says, stretching. “If you really want to defeat me someday, it will take more than such pathetic attempts. We’ll train in the afternoon.”
His wings emerge from his back, and I swear, watching his back muscles transform, I’ve never seen anything so magnificent in my life.
Then he leaps off the ledge, leaving me behind.
I bury my face in my hands.
Okay, okay, okay.
I go to the bathroom, sit on the marble tub, and take out the three celestial orbs Lavian gave me.
I didn’t ask for Darya’s blood just to get high, though it felt damn good not to think about the consequences for one fucking night. With Darya’s blood in me, I can meet Lavian and confront him.
I stare at the celestial orbs. And I keep staring at them.
I don’t want to take them.
I don’t want to meet Lavian and believe more of his lies.
I slip the orbs back into my pocket, exhaling deeply.
