Page 112 of Demonic Cage
“As I said. Without preparation.”
I bite my lip and, gathering all my remaining dignity, look angrily into his eyes. Only now do I notice the purple circles under them, darker than usual.
“You’re hungry,” I state in surprise, and Darya’s face becomes expressionless.
I don’t know why I’m so stupid. Maybe it’s because I want to avoid continuing this… whatever has started, even though the area between my legs burns so much it almost hurts.
I tilt my head to the side and swallow hard.
“Here,” I say softly, and Darya’s eyes widen. “Eat.”
The demon’s mouth opens, his hand leaves my underwear. He tangles his fingers in my hair painfully, licking my neck with his tongue. Instinctively, I close my eyes, shivering from his smoky breath.
Without any preamble, he bites into me.
I moan in pain.
His teeth are sharp and piercing, but suddenly the discomfort… stops. Instead, excitement rushes through me, from my neck down to my core below my belly.
What is this feeling?
Now I moan from desire, and Darya’s hand moves back to my breast, pulling my hair more forcefully to the side.
He gently runs his thumb over my hardened nipple, contrasting sharply with the forceful way he drinks from my neck. When he stops drinking and instead kisses my neck, the fear completely leaves me. I place my hand on his bare chest. His muscles tense under my touch as I slowly move my hand down to his abs, tracing his perfect V-line.
He growls and his hands bite into my hip, lifting me onto the table. He pulls my tank top down, exposing one of my breasts, and sucks hard on my nipple. I moan, tangling my fingers in his silver hair, pulling him closer to the swollen area.
“Darya!” Lizander’s voice echoes through the tower, and I pant as I look towards the window. Darya chooses this moment to gently bite my breast, sending jolts of excitement down my spine, making me moan.
I look at the Demon King, who is smiling darkly and blowing on my breast.
“Yes, Lizander?” he says, licking my nipple, making my face flush with shame as I tremble.
“There was an attack on the northern part of Kéntra. All the herebias are dead.”
My mouth falls open, and reality slaps me in the face. The excitement in my body quietens, replaced by a new kind of fear. Could Lavian be among them? Why did they attack? Should I have spoken to them sooner?
“Interesting,” Darya says, and when I look at him, I freeze. He’s staring at me darkly.
I swallow hard, trying to keep a neutral expression. I didn’t say my thoughts out loud, and Darya can’t read them.
“They’ve never gotten this close before. We know why they’re coming, of course.”
He plants a soft kiss on skin which is tender and red from having the life sucked out of it, and I have to stifle another moan. Darya stands, slashes his wrist, and while I pull my tank top back on, he presses his wrist to my neck. My wound heals instantly, and the liberating effect of Darya’s blood washes over me for a moment.
I look at the Demon King, whose gray eyes no longer have dark circles underneath them.
“I’ll come for you this afternoon,” he says, leaning closer. “And perhaps I’ll finish what I started.”
Before I can react, he and Lizander fly out of the window.
I let out a breath, then kick the leg of the table hard.
“For fuck’s sake,” I hiss.
I almost… almost let Darya have his way.
And Lavian.
