to say, I knew that when he roared down in my face,
“You defend him! Is there more to this that I don’t yet know… did he touch you?” he asked in a dangerous tone before looking down at my body as if he would find the evidence there for himself in way of bruised fingerprints on my skin.
And I had to say, the pain of hearing this was as though he had taken a whip to my skin, lashing it over and over with every accusation thrown at me. All this time I had spent pining over him, desperate to get back to him!
And for what, to get accused of cheating on him!
Fuck me, but I was furious!
But then I also knew that with looking at him and seeing how close to the edge he was, that now was not the time to lose my shit as I wanted to. No, that would come later! But for now, I had to calm the beast, not taunt it or feed into his delusions. So instead, I decided on a new tactic that I hadn’t yet used before, guilt and truth. So, I reached up with my hand and palmed his cheek, as best I could with him still holding me by the neck. Then, when I gained his attention it took his deathly glare away from the King. But at the very least his hold on me eased, doing so even more when I said softly,
“Hey, now listen to me, demon, I would never let another man touch me, you know this, for there is no one… fucking no one, Lucius, no one but you, honey… no one.” I whispered making him now start to fight with himself. I knew this when he closed his eyes again as if trying to absorb my words and keep them in a place that would stick. He needed to feed on them. He needed to hold on to them and get his demon to focus on them instead of the death of the King who’s blood he wanted to coat his hands crimson. And well, he wasn’t the only one who had a building need and desire that needed sating. Only mine was one of a very different kind.
Because, oh Gods, just the sight of that bit of skin and a need of the likes I had never known shot through me. As in it literally hit me like a bolt of power that had me…
Fucking desperate!
To the point that my fingers were trying to curl into the sections of his armour plating and because it was connected to him, he could feel it. I knew this as he looked down at where my hand was practically clawing at him to get to more skin.
“Khuba?” He suddenly let go of my neck and I would have laughed at the sound of his demon sounding so unsure, but I looked up at him and started crawling my fingers up his chest, careful of his chest plate. Then when I reached a part that I could grab I tugged him closer to me and said, with a naughty bite of my bottom lip,
“I need you, demon.”
“Amelia?” He questioned this time on a growl. Which was when I told him more firmly,
“I need you to fuck me, Lucius… Right. Fucking. Now!” I warned on my own growl, and his eyes then focused on the way I looked down the length of him and licked my lips slowly before sucking in my bottom lip and letting it go again. And when he saw that… yep…
My demon was getting hard… or should I say,
Harder.
At this he growled low and this time there wasn’t an ounce of anger, but instead it was all from an aroused beast. This was confirmed when he suddenly lifted me up by banding an arm around my waist, after shuddering through the movement of his demonic plating. Doing so once again so he was free to do this without hurting me. Then, with me plastered to his chest and with the whole room having witnessed us practically eye fucking each other, it didn’t come as a shock as to what would happen next.
Meaning that it was quite a turnaround of events when he walked up to the raised platform and snarled at the King,
“I need privacy!”
“Seriously…?” I heard the King mutter under his breath in disbelief when Lucius looked down at me and confirmed in a demonic voice,