Page 97 of Demonic Cage
“I know.” I nod. “Because then there’d be no one to open the gate for you.”
People only need me because they want to use me. The angels would want the exact same thing.
Darya’s eyes darken, and he nods slowly, his gaze softly running over my body.
So, I’m only useful to him to open that door, and as someone to fuck.
Frankly, I don’t give a shit anymore.
“Then take me with you,” I say, looking into his eyes again. “Give me your blood and take me with you to the ritual.”
Darya’s lips curl into a wicked smile, his sharp fangs tearing through his skin. But before offering his arm to me, he asks:
“Why do you need my blood, little champion?”
I gaze at the red fluid, and the memory of its taste makes my mouth water.
“Distraction,” I mutter, and Darya chuckles.
He extends his arm towards me, and as I press my lips against his skin, he pulls me closer to whisper in my ear.
“You have no idea how good I am at distractions, Kindra.”
Maybe I should stop here. Maybe tomorrow I’ll realize what a mistake I’ve made, but not now. Right now, I’m just enjoying how each drop of Darya’s blood eases the pain in my chest. Now, I’m just relishing moaning from the taste of his blood, how I become wet from the sensation.
Darya pulls his wrist away from me, and I growl nervously.
“You’ll get it hourly to avoid overdosing on it,” he says, quickly burying me under him and positioning himself between my legs.
I tingle as Darya looks down at me from above, his blood coursing through me with such warmth that every part of me desires him.
The demon gazes between my thighs, at the part of me that is pulsing with sweet pain. His nostrils flare.
“You know,” he whispers, “I can always feel how wet you get. How youwantme.”
His words only inflame me further.
“You can never hide it from me,” he growls, “but I’ve never… felt it like this before.”
Something in the back of my mind screams that I shouldn’t allow this, but I suppress it. I just want Darya, I just want…
As if hearing my thoughts he whispers, “Distraction.”Exactly.“I can give you that.”
The demon slides down slowly, his mouth stopping at my chest, sucking on the hard nipple through the fabric, making me moan softly.
Despite how much I ache, I won’t beg.
Darya laughs, his claws gently digging into my hips but not hurting.
“If you don’t moan louder, unfortunately, I can’t go lower.”
I look at him. Silver streaks in his eyes glow so brightly they almost blind me. He sucks my nipple again and gently bites, and I scream. The pain is so sweet I see stars, and the area between my legs swells so much I can’t take it anymore.
“Please!”
Darya laughs with satisfaction, slowly moving downward. He lifts my skirt, slicing with his claws down to my navel. He presses his nose against my underwear and takes a deep breath.
With one hand under the torn fabric, he reaches for my exposed breast and gently takes it in his hand.
