Page 29 of Hellish Witch (Playing with Demons #3)

Chapter 28

T he first scream pierced the thumping bass.

I whipped my arm down, taking in the madness. A dark being of smoke and rage tore through the room.

Killian clawed a demon’s face and spun into the next male, sinking his fangs into the human’s neck and tearing free.

A whirlwind of death, he brutalised demon after demon, black wings smoking with his violent need.

I whimpered, heat lashing at me all over again. I wanted to help fight, but it was all I could do to hold still on the floor amongst the blood spray and broken glass.

Killian’s silvered gaze swept over me, and then he snarled at the demon rushing him, somehow upping his ferocity.

He wasn’t going for clean kills.

Each demon he cut down was still alive, writhing in agony on the see-through floor. Like me.

He disembowelled the incubus who’d laid his hands on me, letting the screaming male hit the floor to suffer in a growing pool of his own blood and innards.

A demon rushed into the room, blood coating her hands like gloves. I vaguely recognised her as the woman behind the bar, black-and-pink hair framing her heart-shaped face. Neon-pink eyes glowed with rage.

“Shit. Killian? Well, I can see I was late to the party,” she chuckled, but a darkness lurked in her narrowed eyes as she surveyed the dying males on the floor before staring the enforcer down. “You’d better be here to help her too.”

Killian grunted, his eyes fixed on me with a sharp intensity, his nostrils flaring like a wild animal.

I whimpered again, “Kill.” I swallowed thickly, tasting the blood and desire in the air. “S-Something’s…wrong with me.”

He stomped through the bodies, deliberately crunching bones under his solid boots and making his victims scream as he came for me.

“Nothing’s wrong, sweetness. I’ve got you now.” His voice came out as a low, rough rasp, silver-streaked eyes wild even as his words aimed to soothe. His inked chest heaved with every laboured breath, and the look in his eyes promised a dark hunger.

Without acknowledging the bloodied bartender, he scooped me into his arms. I moaned at the feel of his cool skin against me, even smeared with blood that I knew should still be warm.

“Fuck. I can feel your need. Your heat.” His eyes blazed. “I’ve got you,” he repeated, but I could barely hear his gravelly voice over the club’s pounding music and my own hazed lust.

“Kill… I… I need you,” I murmured.

Tears gathered in my eyes. I was frustrated and horny and desperate. And Killian was cooling and soothing. He was the glass of ice water on a hot summer’s day, and I was fires-damned parched.

“Shit. I’ve never seen a heat this bad before. More idiots are coming,” the bartender warned, spinning to face the direction of the stairway. Her unique pink eyes glowed as they pinned me. “Are you safe with him?”

That a stranger would care for my safety would have shocked me if I could think straight. I was a demon-mage hybrid. Even other outcasts would throw me away. But all I could notice was how beautiful she was with her innocent pixie face and long flowing hair dipped in a pretty dusky pink, and wonder what her petal-soft skin would feel like slicked with sweat against mine.

“Yes,” I forced the word out, my claws digging into Killian’s arm.

She nodded and pinned Killian with a hard stare. “Get her out of here. I’ll deal with this.”

Killian’s voice was a guttural rasp. “Thanks, Aurora. I owe you one.”

I didn’t have time to wonder how they knew each other. Killian hugged me to his chest and leaped for the window. His wings wrapped me tight just before we hit the glass. It broke in a deafening shatter as we crashed through.

And then we were falling.

I sucked in a ragged gasp to scream, but his wings shot wide, and the air was trapped in my lungs as we were yanked upwards. He landed with a soft thud, setting me on my feet in what looked like another filthy alley just outside the nightclub. He pulled back enough to run his gaze over me fully, searching for injuries, but his hands never left my waist.

Lightning streaked through his stormy eyes. His wings were still pitch black, the feathers drenched in writhing shadows and painted with blood.

“Fires, Eve. Tell me you’re okay.” His voice was a pleading rasp, rough enough that I swore I felt it scrape my skin.

Was I?

That burning need had only slightly lessened with his body pressing in around me.

A group of strangers had tried to assault me.

Killian pulled me close, wrapping me in his arms and fitting my smaller body in the protection of his. I was shaking so hard against his solid frame, my fangs clattered together.

A hard length pressed against my middle, and I whined at the fierce need burning me up.

I was so far from okay, I couldn’t see a way back to it.

But that blaze in my middle wouldn’t let up, and it ate through my worries and fears until all I could do was feel . And hunger.

All for him.

“I need you,” I whimpered, head tipped back to meet his gaze as I pressed myself harder into him, rubbing myself against the thick length trapped beneath his trousers.

He leaned down until mere inches separated his lips from mine. “You have me, sweetness. You’ve always had me.”

Anticipation shivered through me, from the pointy ends of my horns right to my toes.

The bloody enforcer confused the hell out of me, but I didn’t have the brainpower to overthink his words right now. Not when more heat lashed my insides.

I rubbed my thighs together, trying to ease that ache between them.

He groaned, running his nose along my neck. “Your scent is fucking irresistible. You’re in heat, sweetness. Something must have triggered you when you came through the portal.”

His deep inhales tickled the sensitive skin, and I moaned, trying to burrow closer even though he already had me trapped against his front.

His hand stroked along my spine, aiming to soothe. But nothing would except all of him.

“Killian,” I hissed, my tone a demand.

A wolf whistle sliced through the moment. Killian jerked his head up, a threatening growl rumbling from his lips, peeled back to bare vicious fangs.

Terror slid down my spine before the heat burned through it.

A handful of roughened demons stalked through the alley towards us.

I knew I should be afraid, but the heat devoured any logic. I wanted Killian to tear them apart and then fuck me, covered in the evidence of his strength and dominance.

Primal lust hazed my thoughts.

I’d be side-eyeing myself if I could think straight.

Two identical male blood demons led the pack, with their telltale grey skin and red horns.

“That’s a lush treat you have there,” the one on the left said, forked tongue slobbering over his lower lip.

“Yes indeed. She smells positively ripe .” His twin snickered.

I wanted to gag. But as a horny idiot in heat, I also wanted him to think of me as a fertile female in her prime. A desirable mate.

Killian’s hand tightened on my hip, and his pitch-black wings flared on either side of me in an intimidating display.

“She’s mine.” He bristled with barely leashed violence but grinned manically wide. “Leave. Now.”

The “or else” was an unspoken threat that had danger spiking through the night. Tension suffocated the alleyway, thickening the cold air.

My core fluttered at the possessive edge in Killian’s voice, even as the sane part of me, buried way down, recognised that my pheromones were driving him almost as much as me right now.

“How’s one weak mutt going to stop us taking what we want?” the eerie twin on the left mused. “I’ll drain you dry, then your slut can drain my balls.”

His other half snorted as if to punctuate their mocking.

Killian laughed, his unhinged cackle ricocheting off the brick walls. “Well, my pretty princess does deserve more birthday gifts.”