with a bang, making me grunt. It’s dark in here, and small, and there isn’t much room for me, never mind a demon. He presses his body against mine, his hand tugging my chin up before he covers my lips with his.
He’s warm, really warm, like touching a candle or an open flame. His lips taste like burnt embers and blood...it’s addicting. Groaning, he grips me tighter, pressing harder against me until there is no space between us. He bites down on my lower lip and I open my mouth, the taste of my blood apparent as our tongues tangle in a deep, harsh kiss.
His hands are mean, painful, his lips soft, yet harsh. I want more.
My hand darts out and grips his shirt, twisting it in my fist as I pull him closer, then, using my strength, push him away. I start to walk us backwards, still kissing. He grunts into my mouth as he crashes into the shelves behind him.
If he thought I was just going to be a good girl and sit there and take it, he doesn’t know me very well.
His hands reach down and cup my ass, lifting me higher until our eyes are level. His gaze is so bright, it’s almost blinding as I toss my head back. Fires burn and twist in those depths. “You want to play games?” he snaps, as I laugh.
Then we’re gone. My stomach flips, and there is a feeling of movement, and then we appear outside. Blinking, I look around. I don’t even know where we are, it doesn’t look familiar. There is a castle behind Lucy, a big, towering structure. The moon is high, and mist creeps along the grass to where we stand at the edge of the property.
Spinning me, he slams me into a tree, but I snarl and shove him away. “Where are we?”
“Somewhere we can’t be found.” He smirks.
“Lucy!” I yell.
“Just a little place where they still worship me. Want to see?” he offers, and before I can respond, he moves us again. I’m not prepared and bile rises in my throat, but I swallow it back and look around.
We are in a clearing in the woods—the same woods, I can feel it. There is an altar made of stone with bowls of blood and bones surrounding it. The stone is etched with carvings depicting what looks like a great demon...Lucy.
Half burnt candles with wax dripping down them circle the large altar, and with a snap of Lucy’s fingers, they come to life, illuminating everything. “The people of this world still beg for me, worship me. I am their god...they fall to their knees before me. They ask for boons and assistance, but they dare not look in my eyes...yet you, brave little walker, do,” he murmurs behind me, his breath blowing over my hair. “Are you afraid?”
“No,” I reply, and it’s true. I’m not. He can try to kill me if he wants. He might even succeed, but I’m betting he won’t. I intrigue him, and like it or not we are linked somehow. Oh, he wants to kill me, that’s for sure, at least half of him...but he won’t because the other half wants me.
Like I want him.
Spinning, I smirk at him. “They worship you here?”
He nods, his eyes alight, and in the smoke behind him I see his demon emerging—big, twisting horns, fire eyes, and bulging body. A terrifying sight…also a hot one. “Then how about we change that? You think you are untouchable. Above it all. You laugh at their sacrifices, you bathe in their blood, and appear on altars of lost souls and bones...how about you worship me on it, demon? Let us see if you are worth all that...loyalty.” I smirk and then turn, leaping onto the altar. I sit and swing my legs back and forth as I watch him from the circle of flames.
He’s smoking, this is probably sacrilege and he doesn’t like to be tested. His body changes until he towers above me, those horns ablaze with an internal fire, his mouth twisted in a snarl, and eyes black like the pits of hell. Grinning, I spread my legs wider, letting the dress part to show a glimpse of my white skin under the moon.
He circles the altar behind the ring of fire, watching me as he stalks around it. Power fills the clearing. It’s dark and twisted and so fucking delicious. He calls it, and the night silences in fear. Eyes of the