Total pages in book: 56
Estimated words: 54625 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 273(@200wpm)___ 219(@250wpm)___ 182(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 54625 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 273(@200wpm)___ 219(@250wpm)___ 182(@300wpm)
But with my head over his shoulder, there was really nowhere else to look.
There, lunging up at us from the ground, was Cerberus. The three-headed dog. And each one of those heads had a mouth full of razor-sharp, impossibly long teeth. And each of those jaws was snapping at us, hot saliva flying from their canines, burning anything it touched.
“Daemon!” I shrieked, clutching him tighter.
He said nothing, just hauled us up onto the next branch, then the next.
My belly was flip-flopping as Cerberus kept leaping, jumping impossibly high. High enough that I could feel the heat of his breath, could smell the strange, burning scent of his body.
There was a growing tension in Daemon’s body that had my nerves jangling together, worrying we were out of tree, that we weren’t going to get out of here. That by trying to do good for the humans, I would end up tortured for eternity by demons.
“This is the part where, if I could pray, I would,” Daemon said.
Then, before I could let the anxiety surge through me, he was leaping, propelling us through the air.
We landed hard on a narrow, crumbling ledge just below the hole that fed up through the Hellmouth.
“Can he follow us?” I asked as Daemon tried to reach toward the hole.
“I don’t think so,” he told me. “But we’re just gonna run like hell back to the car, just in case.”
With that, he jumped.
I could feel the tension in all of his muscles as he dragged not only his but my weight through the hole.
Sweat was soaking through his shirt, the scent of—something smoky and pleasant, like a campfire—making that desire ratchet back up as he ran through the tunnel toward the mouth of it.
The cold nipped at my skin when we finally broke through to the human plane.
But we didn’t dare stop.
Not even to fetch my jacket we’d discarded before heading down to the Underworld.
But I wasn’t complaining, not when I was sure the devil dog wasn’t chasing us anymore.
We’d done it.
We’d gone down into the Underworld. We’d stolen the poppies.
We were going to save my sister.
And, with her, maybe all of humankind.
But there was no time to revel in that victory.
Not as Daemon got us to the car, set me on my feet, tossed the shirt with the poppies into the backseat, then grabbed my remaining shirts and yanked them over my head.
“What are you doing?” I yelped as the cold nipped at my skin.
“Your pussy has been dripping for me since the Underworld,” he said. There was no denying that. His hands grabbed my pants and panties, then yanked them down and off, leaving me completely naked before him.
He turned, slid into the car seat, reached down to free his cock, and fisted it as he looked at me with those red-flecked eyes.
“Get in here and ride my cock, shadow girl.”
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Daemon
I never thought it would be possible to find a woman who knew about my true nature, let alone one who was even more turned on by it than she was by my more human-like form.
But there was Nox, standing there stark fucking naked, pussy dripping for me. With my horns and talons out and all.
She wasted no time climbing in the car.
I slammed the door, cocooning us inside as she moved to straddle me, the heat of her pussy making my cock twitch as she positioned herself over it.
She was in a teasing mood, letting the head press between her wet lips, passing over her swollen clit.
I was not in a patient mood.
My hands went to her hips, my talons slicing into her tender flesh, but the sensation only made her whimper and wiggle as I positioned her over me, then yanked her down, my cock sliding into her with one deep movement.
Her walls quivered around me, damn near coming just from the feel of me inside of her again.
But then she was moving, rocking, riding, her movements slow at first, then faster and more erratic as she got closer and closer.
Steam fogged the windows, and her moans filled my ears as she drove herself right to that edge, then free-fell over, her head nuzzling into my neck, her cries muffled by my skin.
“Fuck,” I roared, thrusting up and coming deep inside her.
She stayed against me for a moment, but when she sat back, her cheeks were pink, and a smile was tugging at her lips.
“We just stole from and escaped the Underworld.”
“Pretty badass of us, I won’t lie,” I agreed, loving how much life I saw in her face.
She turned to glance out the window as I sat there, drinking her in. Which was how I saw it the second the smile fell and terror filled her eyes.
“Daemon!” she shrieked, scooting off my lap and pressing her finger into the door lock.
I followed her gaze, seeing three lesser demons running toward us, all red eyes and gray, rock-like skin.