Page 11 of A Daemon’s Alliance (Daemons & Lumens)

Michaela

I really was trying to behave, but when Morax followed a not-so-human-looking guy to the back of the warehouse and another not-so-human-looking guy followed them , things changed.

Morax wasn’t helpless; he was probably the least helpless being here.

But when I saw that second guy following and caught the glint of a weapon sticking out of the back of his pants, something feral woke inside me. I couldn’t let him go alone.

Penny was still dancing and oblivious to the tension building inside me, but she was also on drugs, so I forgave her.

I slipped off the dance floor, saying I had to pee, and darted away before she could follow me.

Morax and the two strangers must’ve gone outside, because the hallway I turned down was empty and dark.

The glow sticks wrapped around my wrists and neck were like a damn beacon, so I quickly ripped them off and stuffed them into a trash bin.

My outfit didn’t have many places to hide a weapon, but I never left the house unprepared.

The slim blade hidden in my bra would have to do.

The sound of harsh voices grew louder as I crept down the hall and came to an exit.

The glass window next to the door was cracked and covered in dust, so I couldn’t see much.

I peeked between the broken pieces of glass and sucked in a breath.

Morax had several cuts on his arms and one across his chest. He stood casually, as if the two creatures in front of him, crouched and ready to attack, were no threat at all.

“Come now, Grem,” Morax mused. “Have you stooped so low as to refuse a one-on-one fight? And you’re working with a fucking lumen?”

“Fuck you, royal trash!” the one who followed Morax screeched, and a burst of light shot out from his hands.

Morax deflected it easily and my heart raced as I gaped openly at the power he wielded. His horns grew, and his black feathered wings opened slowly, their long shadow reaching the two men. His claws extended, and the glint of his fangs made a shudder run through my body.

“Try that again, and I will cut your fucking hands off and feed them to you,” Morax snarled.

The power emanating from my daemon made my knees weak. How the other two were still standing, I had no idea.

“Ouriel.” The other daemon growled his name. At least, I assumed he was a daemon. He had similar feathered wings, although his were a deep shade of green, and horns too. He wasn’t quite as impressive as Morax, though. “We are here to talk. No need to start flashing lights about.”

The one called Ouriel scoffed, crossing his arms. He did not have wings, but his skin was glowing a light blue, and I could feel power radiating off of him, even from my hiding place.

Morax smirked at the daemon. “Yes, let’s be civil about this, Gremory. What exactly are you doing for my father with these humans?”

The one called Gremory chuckled, his eyes twinkling. “Oh, silly prince. You don’t know? I don’t work for your father.”

This news seemed to startle my daemon. His eyes narrowed as he stared at Gremory.

“Belial?” Morax whispered the name, a low growl building in his chest.

“Belial is the true king. He will unite our people and those who are loyal will be rewarded.” Ouriel professed the words proudly like some lovesick idiot.

Gremory rolled his eyes. Before I could register the movement, he threw a dagger and it sunk deep into the lumen’s chest. Ouriel’s eyes widened with shock, and then he was gone.

His body burst into thousands of tiny sparks that instantly shot into the sky, and it was like the lumen was never there at all.

The blade dropped to the ground, the only evidence of the entire exchange.

“Gods, he was annoying. Ouriel was sucking your asshole brother’s cock before Belial sent him here to kill you.” Gremory smirked and sauntered over to the fallen blade.

In the next instant, Morax launched another knife.

Gremory barely got his arm up in time to block the blade from reaching his heart.

The daemon snarled and ripped the knife out of his forearm, throwing it back in Morax’s direction.

My daemon side-stepped easily and ran at him.

Both daemons dropped to the ground as they fought, snarling, scratching, and biting.

I wanted to help, wanted to do something, but all I could do was watch as these creatures of myths and legends fought like beasts.

Gremory was a dirty fighter. Right away, I could tell Morax was stronger, but the slippery daemon kept evading him.

He taunted Morax, talking about his family and all the secret plans they had.

My daemon snarled and glared at him, his blade slashing out over and over.

Gremory rolled away and picked up the blade he had dropped earlier, and a strangled sound escaped me as he prepared to throw it.

My cry was enough to startle the daemon and his head snapped in my direction.

I froze, and seconds later Morax had a dagger piercing through the other daemon’s chest. Gremory roared in pain and shoved Morax away.

His wings flapped, blowing up dust, and he launched into the sky.

Morax dropped to his knees, and I bolted through the door and ran to him.

As soon as I reached him, his arm snapped out and his hand wrapped around my throat.

I gasped, my eyes wide as I stood rigid and unsure.

Morax glared at me with glowing, golden eyes.

His clawed fingers pressed into my neck and restricted my airflow.

My breaths hitched as he squeezed. He snarled and stood before me, so impossibly large.

I should have been afraid, but I wasn’t.

Slowly, I pressed my hands to his chest. His shirt was torn to shreds, and I slipped my fingers beneath it and ran my hands up his chiseled abs.

Morax growled, but this one was softer and less scary, so I continued with my soft touches.

Black spots were popping up in my vision from lack of oxygen as my fingers reached his face.

I cupped his cheek and tried to whisper his name.

The heat radiating from his skin dimmed, and his hold on my throat lessened enough for me to suck in a few shallow breaths. Morax bowed his head.

“I thought they were going to find you. I knew you were there from the moment you crept down that hallway, little lumen.” He whispered the words, his voice shaking with anger. “I was desperate to keep their attention away from you. Away from your scent.”

My eyes widened. “I’m sorry. I saw the second one follow you and I just couldn’t let you go alone.”

Morax smirked. “My fierce princess, coming to my rescue.” His hand loosened around my throat, and he stroked my pulse. “You are in so much trouble.”

I nodded. “I know.”

He stooped down suddenly, and his hands gripped my thighs and pulled me up until my legs wrapped around his waist. He walked us toward the woods, away from the warehouse filled with people grinding to the music.

Morax shoved me against a tree roughly and dropped his mouth to my neck.

I moaned as he licked and sucked his way up to my ear.

“Grem escaped. My blade didn’t pierce his heart,” Morax murmured against my skin. “He will run back to his human masters and tell them I am here.”

I moaned again as he grinded against my body. My mesh dress slipped up over my thighs, and the thin silk of my little booty shorts was barely a barrier. The rough fabric of his jeans brushed against my center over and over until I was practically panting for him to fuck me.

Morax paused his steady assault, and I whimpered, missing the friction.

“However. When you cried out and distracted him, I saw into his mind enough to know where he was going. He will heal first, and then go to The Obscuritas Kings. But I will find him before then.”

His words sunk into my sex-addled brain.

“Do you have to go now, then?”

Morax chuckled, and the sound was positively filthy. “No, princess. Not just yet. But my need to hunt must be satiated.” He stepped back and circled around me like a predator.

I felt his gaze on me, stalking me. “Hunt? What do you need to hunt, like a deer?”

Morax smirked, his golden eyes glowing in the darkness. “Yes, like a deer. A pretty little doe with mismatched eyes.”

My breathing stalled as I finally understood what he was saying. “You want to hunt me?”

He stepped close once more, and his claws curled beneath my chin, turning my face up to his. “More than anything.”

I licked my lips, and Morax zeroed in on the small movement.

He tilted his head to the side, eying me like a rare steak he intended to devour. “I’ll give you a head start. And I won’t even use my wings.”

My thighs clenched, and his nostrils flared, scenting my arousal.

I crossed my arms, needing to do something with my hands. “What happens if you don’t catch me?”

He grinned like a cocky asshole, but fuck, he was gorgeous when he smiled like that. “If I don’t catch you, choose your prize.”

Immediately, I knew what I wanted and smiled. “You come with me to another warehouse party. Only this one is a paint party.”

“Done,” Morax responded instantly, still sporting that devastating smile. His horns appeared, and his claws traced delicate circles across my chest.

My breaths grew more shallow as he teased me. His fangs descended, and I bit my bottom lip. “What do you get if you catch me?”

He leaned in, his mouth centimeters away from my own. “When I catch you, I’m going to devour you.”

I gasped, and he chuckled. The sound was terrifying and heated my entire body with need.

“Run, little doe. Now.”

I didn’t need to be told twice. I turned and fled into the forest. Thank fucking goodness I wore sneakers. They weren’t exactly the kind to traipse through a forest in, but they were better than heels. In horror movies, the girls were always in heels.