Trevon wiped the blood off of his chin with the back of his hand. I licked my finger and rubbed the deep red stain off of his neck. Why the hell was I doing this again?

  When he was ready, Maria opened the door, and we walked in. Eros leaned against the counter, eyes dark and arms crossed over his chest. “Feeling better?” Eros asked Trevon, annoyance dripping from each word.

  Trevon kept his chin tucked but nodded, trying to walk past Eros. But Eros, being the damn guy he was, placed a hand on Trevon’s chest and stopped him. “Is that blood on your chin?” His muscles were strained against his grey V-neck. Great, not only do I have one demon to take care of… but now I have Eros.

  I could feel the rage in Trevon, even caught a glimpse of a fang. He would lose total control in a moment, would try to rip Eros to pieces. Dig his claws right into his chest, let the blood gush out. Bit right into his neck with those fangs, stop his heart.

  I grabbed Trevon’s arm and pulled him away from Eros. “Stop it.” I scolded Eros, glaring right up into his dark eyes. “He’s sick. Let him go lie down.”

  Eros looked strained for a moment, like he wanted to protest but his eyes softened just a bit when they looked into mine. “I just want to make sure he’s alright,” he said tensely.

  “Eros, please,” I said.

  “Dani.” He dropped his hand from Trevon and clenched his jaw, any sign of softness drying up. “He shouldn’t be here.”

  “Why?” I asked, testing him. “Tell me why he shouldn’t be here.”

  “He’s… he smells like…” Eros growled lowly, nostrils flaring, and stormed to the couch where Zane was lounging still.

  I clenched my jaw and lead Trevon away. Once he was safely in the bathroom, I stood by the door and sighed. Maria was fetching clothes from her room for him, and Eros and Zane were talking to themselves again in the living room.

  “Did you feel that wrath on him?” Eros asked quietly. I tilted my head in their direction.

  Zane sighed. “If he’s hanging out with Javier still, he’s bound to be covered in wrath. It’ll be seeping from his veins soon, if he’s not careful.”

  “He had blood on him,” Eros said. “Coated on him. I could smell it.”

  Zane paused for a moment. “You think Javier is hurting him?”

  Eros blew a breath through his nose. “He smells more like Satan than Javier to me, but who knows.”

  Trevon opened the door, and I stepped away. Lucifer and Satan were supposed to just be monsters from Mom’s stories—but Eros and Zane were talking about them as if they were normal people leading normal lives in a normal world that they called Hell. Who would be next? Beelzebub, the green king of envy. Mammon, the prince of jewels and riches. Or—her favorite—Asmodeus, the sorcerer of temptation.

  Everything I had thought was a mere fairytale was becoming truth. And I didn’t know whether I wanted to ask for more or hide in the crook of someone’s shoulder and wish this away.

  Chapter 32

  My bedroom door opened, and I sat up on the bed. “Eros,” I whispered. I had been waiting for him.

  After Trevon’s interruption earlier, I knew he wouldn’t be able to stay away. Just like at Kasey’s he was here to make sure I knew that I was his—not Trevon’s.

  He stepped into the moonlight which was streaming through my bedroom window. His scent of cinnamon was forcefully strong but not strong enough to bewitch me like he had done so many times before.

  All I wanted to do was dig my fingers into his thick muscle, touch him like he had touched me so many times, and tell him that I knew his little secret.

  This was real. This was Eros.

  So damn frightening yet my only desire.

  I grabbed his wrists and pulled him onto the bed with me. “Come here,” I said, my hand rubbing up his bare abdomen and curling around the back of his neck. “I want you.”

  Human or demon, it didn’t matter to me. I would prove my want for him one way or another. Everything would be so much easier when he knew that I knew.

  When he had crawled between my legs and pressed his hardness against my core, I let him tease me. His breath warming my neck, his fingers running down my sides, his horns brushing against me. “Dani,” he whispered, grinding himself harder into me.

  “Yes?” I asked, breathing him in.

  He grasped my chin in one of his hands and pushed the other into my underwear, finger slowly running down my fold. “You’re so wet for me already.” He pressed a finger against my entrance, teasing me. “I bet you can’t wait for me to be inside of you.” He pushed his finger harder against me, and I did want him inside of me. “Your tight pussy clenching around my cock as I thrust in…” He pushed it inside of me, and my pussy wrapped around it. “… and out…” He pulled it out. “… and back into you…” Back in. “So fucking slowly until you can’t handle it.”

  I breathed in his ecstasy, reached between us, and grabbed his cock through his briefs. “You’re the one that can’t wait to be inside of me,” I said, fingers slowly trailing down his jaw. I rolled us over and grinded my hips against his hardness. “For weeks you’ve been thinking about it, haven’t you? About how good my hands would feel wrapped around your horns as I ride you. About your teeth leaving love-bites down the side of my neck so everyone can see that I’m yours. About you finally being inside of me after months of torturing yourself around me.”

  He gazed up at me with hazy black eyes and placed his hands on my hips, but I grabbed them, pinned them to the pillow next to his head, and intertwined my fingers with his. “No more torturing yourself, Eros. It’s my turn,” I said, pressing my lips to his.

  It was the perfect distraction.

  I left hot, needy kisses down his neck. “I want you to take me,” I whispered, tightening my fingers around his. “Any way that you want.” His ring dug into my palm, and I grinded my hips harder against his. “Anywhere that you want.” I slid the ring off his finger—without him noticing—and slid my hand out of his, hiding the ring under my pillow.

  When it was secure, I sat back up and smirked down at him, hips still moving back and forth. In the morning, the ring would be there. Evidence that Eros had spent night after night with me, and that I enjoyed every moment we spent together.

  He wrapped his hands around my waist. “Look at you,” he said, eyes hazy. “The things I want to do to you.” He shook his head, the corner of his lips curling into a smirk. “They’re sinister.”

  “Tell me,” I said. His hardness was pressing against my panties.

  He sat up and trailed his lips up the side of my neck. “I want to dig my fangs into every inch of your flesh.” His fingers dipped between my legs. “And fuck you until you’re trembling.” He wrapped a hand in my hair and pulled roughly on it. “I want to hear you scream and beg and whimper my name.”

  Chapter 33

  When I hid Eros’s ring under my pillow last night, I expected to wake up with a giddy feeling. I thought it’d feel like Christmas morning again, when I used to wait for Mom to finish her coffee before I dragged her to the Christmas tree to see what Santa and his flying reindeer brought me.

  But I didn’t feel anything giddy. I knew exactly what was under my pillow, and I was terrified.

  Even after asking Eros about demons, he didn’t want to tell me his secret; he continued to hide it from me. And, besides that, I had so many questions that I didn’t even know I wanted answered. How would Eros react? Would he still want us or was our relationship best as it was? If he still wanted us, would I be able to survive the depths of Hell if he asked me to go?

  One of my windows was pulled all the way open, letting a cold breeze blow in. I cocooned myself in my blankets, stood up next to my bed, and stared at the pillow. Maybe I should leave the ring under it and pretend that it was never even there. Things were going well, and I didn’t want to ruin them.

  I paced around the room, watching white puffs of air form in front of my face and gazing at the snow as it fell and melted on my windowsill. Though my room must’ve been freezing, I felt extremely hot, like my body was igniting from the inside out, heating every inch of my skin, setting my fingertips on fire.

  I wanted to stop thinking about that stupid ring, but I couldn’t. All I could think about was what would happen when Eros found out that I knew his sinful little secret. Would he finally stop holding back? Would he fuck me senseless as he promised? I pressed my legs together. Would I be able to handle all of him?

  There was only one way to find out.

  Before I could stop myself, I hurled my pillow to the other side of the room. I gazed down at the bed, and my heart nearly stopped. His ring rested perfectly against my grey bed sheets, glowing like his eyes.

  A few moments later that giddy feeling appeared.

  No more trying to fit the pieces of Eros’s puzzle together. No more doubts. No more waiting for him. This ring was the only evidence I needed.

  I grabbed the ring and held it in my hand. It vibrated in my palm, pulsating back and forth and back and forth. So much energy trapped within such a small piece of jewelry.

  The black metallic transformed into a garnet red right in front of my eyes, and when it did, I felt like the wearer of this ring had the strength to destroy the strongest, to tempt the purest, to bring the entire world to its knees.

  This ring wasn’t just powerful. It was power.

  Without sparing myself a moment to control the sudden impulses inside of me, I tugged a shirt over my head and headed straight to Eros’s apartment. Two months ago, the thought of a demon fucking me senseless would scare the hell out of me, but now I was craving it—more than I’d ever craved anything in my life.

  He didn’t answer on the first knock, so I knocked again—louder. I could just feel his hands on my body, his breath on my neck, him keeping all of his promises to me.

  “Javier, if you stole that fucking rin—” Eros said, yanking the door open. He was fastening a towel around his waist, beads of water dripping down his bare chest. When he saw me, he parted his lips—and I could just taste the cinnamon on them already. “Dani, what are you doing here?”

  I didn’t want to wait any longer. I stepped inside his apartment without an invitation and pressed my lips to his.

  “Dani… have you… seen… my ring?” he said pulling away only slightly to speak between kisses.

  Tingles ran up and down my arms. This was it. I pulled away and held out my hand between us. “Do you mean this?”

  He gazed down at the red ring sitting on my palm. “It must’ve fallen off during the movie,” he said.

  “That would explain why it was in my room, huh?”

  He tensed. “Right...”

  I pushed the ring back on his finger, watching it turn from red to black before Eros pulled his hand away. If he wouldn’t admit that he was a demon to me, then I was going to get it out of him and I was going to have fun doing it.

  My fingers danced along his abdomen, and I undid his towel and let it fall to the floor. Eros didn’t move, he just gave me his infamous smirk. When I pressed my lips to his and gripped his dick firmly in my hand, he growled lowly into my mouth, picked me up, and took me to his bedroom.

  Eros laid me on his bed. “Someone’s awfully frisky this morning.”

  “I want you,” I said running my hands through his hair.

  He placed soft, wet kisses down my neck, his stubble brushing against my soft spot. “I want you to do something for me first,” he said. He trailed his fingers down the center of my chest, then over one of my nipples through my thin shirt, making it hard. “I’ve been thinking about it for the past week.”

  “And what is that?” I asked. My head was feeling hazy already, and we hadn’t even started.

  “Touch yourself,” he said against my ear.

  I clenched. “Touch myself?”

  He sat up, darkness clouding his green eyes, and pressed his hardness into me. “Can you do that for me, Dani?”

  Heat rushed to my core. “I—uh…” I swallowed hard. This was not how I expected this to go. I wanted to be the one in control—even for just a few moments. “Are you going to watch?”

  His fingers trailed down the insides of my thighs. “Yes.”

  I gulped. This was what I wanted. This was how I would get him to turn. I took a deep, shaky breath and leaned against his headboard. He curled his fingers around my shorts and panties and slowly slid them down my legs, his gaze following.

  I pushed one hand between my legs. I couldn’t believe that I was actually going to do this for him and let him watch.

  His one simple request had made my pussy wet already. I closed my eyes, enjoying his scent as my fingers touched my clit.

  “Spread your legs,” he said. I gulped nervously and let my thighs rest against the bed. “Wider.”

  I pulled my legs farther apart and rubbed my fingers harder against my clit, a wave of pleasure rushing through me.

  “Look at me,” he said.

  When I opened my eyes, he was intently watching me and stroking himself. His hand moved slowly over every inch, and I held my breath. From the smooth swollen head to the girth of his hard cock, I couldn’t peel my gaze away from him. I furrowed my brows and moaned. God, I wanted him inside of me.

  He swore under his breath, eyes filling with darkness. It was working.

  I continued to rub my clit, fingers moving faster. I wanted his head between my legs, breath warming my core. Him thrusting me against the headboard, fangs digging into my shoulder. I squeezed my eyes shut. Fuck.

  He grabbed my chin. “I said to look at me, Dani.”

  A surge of pleasure rushed through me, nearly sending me over the edge. “Oh my God,” I said—not taking my eyes off of his. The corners of them were black now, and all I could imagine were those damn horns on his head. “I want you inside of me,” I said.

  Another rush of pleasure ran through me, and I clenched again—my pussy throbbing. “Please Eros.”

  He watched me, pupils dilated. “Keep begging like that, and I’ll give it to you.”

  My fingers grazed over my nipple through my shirt, and I arched my back and moaned. “Oh, God, Eros… please. I can’t handle this any longer.” I felt like I was in the clouds, my head was in such a fog.

  He stood, tugged me to the edge of the bed, wrapped his arms around my legs, and pressed himself against my entrance. I gripped onto the edge of the bed, fingers digging into his silk sheets.

  The scent of cinnamon hung so heavily in the air that I couldn’t think. He took his cock in his hand and rubbed it against my wetness. “Eyes on me, Dani.” I gazed up at his black eyes and didn’t look away when he began to push himself inside of me.

  My pussy clenched as he shoved himself all the way in. He rested his forearms by the sides of my head and groaned in my ear. “Fuck, you’re so tight,” he said, kissing just below my ear. One of his hands was holding my chin, the other was rubbing my clit in small torturous circles.

  I sunk into the sheets. I was in Heaven. Pure fucking Heaven.

  Eros stood back up, grabbed the hem of my shirt in a fist, and yanked it off my body—ripping it at its seams. His eyes were black without any trace of white. He was so terrifyingly dangerous, and yet it only turned me on more.

  I clenched myself around him in excitement, legs shaking, and we both knew that I was close to cumming for him already. He gazed down at my breasts, watching them bounce as he thrust into me. His breaths becoming increasingly quick and ragged. He squeezed his eyes shut, then reopened them. “Fuck.”

  My heart pounded in my chest. He was going to shift.

  He slowed his pace. “Dani, I—I can’t.” He swallowed hard, unable to keep eye contact with me. “I’m sorry.”

  “Don’t stop, Eros.”

  “I have to,” he said. But before he could pull out of me, I ran a hand through his hair, pricking my finger with the tip of his horn. He grabbed my wrist. “Dani, stop.”

  “Don’t stop,” I said again, this time more boldly. I ripped my hand out of his and grasped his hair again.

  He snatched both of my wrists and pinned them against the bed. “I said to stop. You don’t know what you’re doing.” The vein in his neck pulsed violently.

  “I know exactly what I’m doing,” I said. When his black eyes met mine, he loosened his grip, giving me a chance to pull my hand out of his. I grabbed his jaw. “Fuck me like you said you would last night.”

  “What’re you talking about?”

  I ran my thumb against his lips, noticing the fangs he tried to hide. “Your fangs devouring me. Hard, fast, and merciless, Eros.”

  He paused for a long moment, eyes darkening and lightening—like he was trying to hold himself back. He parted his lips slowly, watching me gaze at the fangs in his mouth. I clenched around him, wanting them on me.

  When he realized that I wasn’t going to run away screaming, he stood up and thrust himself hard into me. “That’s how you want it? You want me to be merciless with you?”

  “I want you to tear me apart.”

  He gently grazed his fingers up the column of my neck, then harshly wrapped his hand around my throat and squeezed, thrusting into me at the same time. My core tingled. “More,” I said, tugging on one of my nipples and moaning.

  “Dani, don’t,” he said again. “I will be rough with you and won’t be able to sto—”

  “Is that all you’ve got?”

  Suddenly, his jaw and cheekbones sharpened, his nails lengthened into claws, and his horns grew from his head, lengthening until a demon stared down at me.

  Pressure built inside of me, both pain and pleasure. It felt as if his cock was growing—longer and thicker—even more than it was before, stretching my insides beyond my limits. But he didn’t seem to care anymore. He continued to pump in and out of me, ruthlessly.

  Holy Hell. I grasped onto the bed sheets, the pain quickly turning to pleasure. He was right, this was almost too much.

 

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