Page 30 of Hellish Witch (Playing with Demons #3)

Chapter 29

K illian grinned at me over his wing arch. “Run, sweetness. I’ll catch up with your new presents in just a sec.”

My mouth parted at his arrogance, but I couldn’t help the moan that slipped free at how fires-damned attractive it was.

Moonlight bathed the demon, highlighting the sharp tips of his textured bone-white horns and the wild grin slashing through his handsome features. His black wings flared in challenge, bleeding smoke to blend into the night, claws flexed readily at his sides.

He was chaos incarnate.

A fallen angel of lore.

Despite his command, I was rooted to the spot.

Besides, there was no way it was still my twenty-second birthday. The day was endless.

The twin thugs bared red fangs, and one of them called out, “Over here, lads! We’ve found tonight’s fun.”

The pair charged as one. My heart seized as more blood demons appeared around the nightclub’s corner, filling the alleyway with snarls and pounding footsteps as they all descended on the lone incubus.

“Fuck,” I gasped, anxiety slithering in.

I wanted to throw myself at the horde and hump them all to death.

You know, to save Killian.

Heat punished me, pulsing in waves of fire from the inside out. I bit my lip on another whimper, fighting with every insane urge that cropped up.

And then there was no more time for thinking.

The demons were on Killian in a clash of fists on flesh and splattering blood.

Dark laughter rang through the night. Killian spun and slashed, claws finding arteries. He became a storm of violence and blood. His wing smacked into a demon’s face, breaking his victim’s nose, while he kicked out another attacker’s kneecap with a nauseating crunch.

He took the group of demons apart. Piece by piece.

If I’d thought I’d seen Killian’s violent side before, it had nothing on this night.

Within seconds, eight demons were nothing but broken bones and ruptured flesh. Fresh meat on filthy cobblestones.

One twin struggled on his back, trying to rise even though his arm had snapped the wrong angle and blood poured from a nasty gut wound.

The healer in me wanted to rush over, but the heat craved to watch my chosen mate defend me. Needed to see him prove his vicious prowess as worthy before he took his prize.

And I was desperate to be the spoils of his war.

He stalked over, looking down at the demon struggling at his feet. “You’re going to bleed out. Slowly. Painfully. And while you die, I want you to remember that it wasn’t because you insulted me. It was because you laid eyes on her .”

He reached down, scooping his claws into the demon’s eye sockets as the other male screamed and screamed. Killian cackled in response.

And. Popped. Both. Eyeballs. Out.

He yanked the connecting tissues free with a snap.

“You sick fuck!” The demon squealed, scrabbling at Killian’s arms, blood pouring from the gaping holes beneath his brows. “This is why mutts are executed at birth!”

Killian crushed the demon’s eyes in his palms. “Great, now you made me ruin her gift,” he snarled, dropping the wet lumps back on the screeching demon’s chest. He leaned down and wiped his palms on the man’s shirt.

“Gods, Kill,” I croaked.

At this point, I didn’t know whether to clap or throw up.

He turned to me, silvered gaze clashing with mine.

“I told you to run, sweetness.” His low voice was as feral as I’d ever heard it.

I swallowed thickly, but it was like my body wasn’t my own, heat racing through my bloodstream and burning away logic.

I turned and fled, my boots slapping the cobbles as I charged out of the alley.

Manic laughter followed me.

And then he was right behind me. Hands clamped around my waist. He leaped, wings snapping wide and pumping hard. I choked on a scream as the ground fell away.

“You’re not very good at fleeing, sweetness,” his husky voice whispered in my ear. “Someone might think you wanted to be caught.”

I shuddered, eyes closing as he ran his nose along my throat, scenting me with a low groan.

He turned me in his arms, and something cold hit my thighs, making me sit. I blinked wide eyes open.

Killian grinned down at me, wings pumping leisurely at his back, the night sky peeking behind him.

He balanced me precariously on a balcony railing.

“Killian,” I gasped, gripping the chilled metal I perched on. I couldn’t tell if it was ice or I was fire.

His boots touched down between the vertical slats of the rail, and large hands framed my hips on the metal bar.

His eyes focused on my lips, but his pupils dilated like he’d been smoking haze for hours. “Yes, sweetness?”

His wings beat the air in lazy strokes, black feathers seeping darkness that rose into the night. Even though his soothing touch tamed some of the blazing heat, fire simmered low in my body, demanding and insistent.

“Is this safe?” I squeaked, trying to encourage the logical, concerned side of me over the needy hussy who just wanted to spread her thighs and let Killian devour the ache between them.

The incubus pulled a stick of haze from his back pocket, placed it between his lips, and clicked his fingers with enough ferocity for his claws to spark. The tip caught, and a bright-red cherry burned the night as hot as the blood rushing through my veins.

“You’re never safe from me, sweetness,” he murmured, words becoming smoke that drifted from his darkening lips. “And yet I can’t seem to stay away.”

A feral snarl sounded from the ground far below, slicing through the moment before a voice boomed out, “Oi! I can smell that needy succubus you’ve got up there!”

My eyes shot wide, heart pounding. It only pumped the molten desire faster through my bloodstream. Even with the reckless need scrambling my thoughts, I didn’t want anyone else to touch me.

I wanted Killian.

“Bring her down, or I’m coming up for a turn,” the male sneered. “And you’ll just have to scrape together what’s left.”

Killian took another deep drag and smirked. “Wait here, sweetness.”

A dark cloud accompanied his words, the distinct floral scent washing over me and obscuring my vision.

He let go.

Killian stared up at me as he plummeted towards the concrete several stories below, haze stick blazing as he took another pull, not bothering to use his wings.

“Kill!” I screamed, gripping the railing tight as I balanced on the edge.

The psycho was in free fall and still smoking without a care in the realms.

I could just make out the vicious smirk on his lips, damn smoke between them. He finally twisted, flaring nightmare wings and landing on top of the demon stupid enough to anger the ruthless enforcer.

He was a blur of violence.

The sounds of flesh smacking flesh rang out. Killian smashed his knuckles into the pure-bred incubus’s face repeatedly. His victim groaned, trying to rake his claws across Killian’s arms, but the enforcer just laughed, catching the smaller male’s hands.

The crack of breaking bones shattered the night.

Killian grabbed the male’s bleached horns and, with a violent wrench, snapped each of the four off the male’s skull and proceeded to stab them into the demon’s stomach.

If I wasn’t high on whatever was happening to me, his ferocity might have unnerved me. As it was, the brutal way he protected only made me want him more.

The psychotic demon grabbed something metallic from the other male’s jacket. He held the hip flask over the groaning demon, liquid splashing over his victim.

Within minutes, he was flying back towards me, arrowing straight for the balcony he’d left me on. That damn stick of haze still darkened his lips despite its fiery tip.

Blood splattered his face, dripping down his chest until the predatory birds across his skin bathed in crimson rain.

Silver eyes gleamed with hunger.

It matched my own.

“Killian,” I moaned. “Please—”

His hand shot out and gripped my throat, cutting me off mid-plea. His tail curled around the smoke stick in his mouth, pulling it free as he blew out a lungful of shadow.

His tail flicked the smoking drug over his wing. It tumbled, hitting the groaning demon below. Flames burst to life, under-lighting Killian in an ominous, fiery glow.

“Shh, sweetness. I know exactly what you need,” he whispered, hazed lips barely moving.

And then they were slamming down on mine.

I moaned as he kissed me like a beast starved, all teeth and tongue and hunger.

Blood bloomed through the kiss as my fangs nicked his forked tip. The caramel flavour of him drugged me, mixing with the heady, smoky feel of his desire pouring into me until he was everything.

He wrenched back, and his hold on my throat while he hovered mid-air was the only thing stopping me from plummeting to the concrete below, already littered with the flaming body of his last victim.

“I’m going to take you like the ruthless bastard I am, sweetness, and you’re going to scream for me like the good girl you are. Say yes.” His accent thickened, roughened by the need hounding us both.

Heat blazed through me at his words.

“Yes.” The word slipped free on a moan.

With a snarl, he tore open his fly, freeing his heavy cock. The feathered texture of his throbbing length glistened with pre-cum under the moonlight. I already knew exactly how deliciously his slick would tingle on contact.

But I craved to know how he would finally feel inside me.

The glorious bastard was hung like an incubus.

A giggle escaped me at the dumb thought, but the giddy high was replaced with the burn of lust and dark need.

Killian bared his fangs with a manic grin. “Laugh while you can, Princess. You’re about to scream until your voice gives out.”

I sucked in a breath as he clawed open my trousers, ripping right through the leather and my panties beneath. Sharp tips threatened my pussy enough to make my inner walls tremble. His tail lashed under my knee and yanked my legs wide.

He thrust in deep. All the way to the fucking hilt.

And I screamed.

Molten heat doused me in liquid pleasure. He throbbed inside me for a single blissful second, stretching me to my limit. I teetered on the edge. Feathered scales rubbed my inner walls as he vibrated inside me with each harsh wing-beat keeping him aloft.

He growled, like he was beyond anything as mundane as words. But his body was more than happy to speak for him.

The head of his tail slapped my clit, and I detonated.

High-pitched screams flooded the night as I writhed on his thick length, core squeezing the hard invasion, strangling the textured steel. Every nerve in me lit up. His grin was cruel as he watched me break for him while he held all the control, keeping perfectly still apart from his enormous shadowed wings stroking the night.

Time stuttered as I fought to breathe.

Bliss wound through me before the heat chased it, leaving me hungry and needy all over again as I panted on the metal railing, trying not to fall to my death as I clawed at his muscular shoulders.

And then the incubus went to war.

The demon pulled back and slammed back in. Deep. Hard.

Vicious.

He unleashed all that pent-up fury, pounding into me over and over. His hand squeezed my throat, pinning me on the edge of the railing.

Every harsh thrust knocked a moan from my lips. Until every breath was a scream from the ecstasy. From the heat pulsing through my core. The slick friction and vicious stretch.

“Take. My. Fucking. Cock. Sweetness,” he snarled, each word punctuated by a hard thrust that had my head lolling back onto his fingers.

The stars above witnessed our lust. My inner walls clamped harder around him. The rough friction of his feathered shaft was smoothed by the tingling slickness of the pleasure he seeped just for me.

“Kill,” I moaned, claws scraping down to his forearms, blood slicking my palms. “Please.”

He squeezed my neck tighter, stealing my air and forcing my head back to face him. To meet the silver lightning streaking through stormy eyes.

“I’m going to stretch out this pretty pussy, sweetness. Even though I shouldn’t. I’m about to fuck you until you milk my knots so damn sweetly.”

I mewled, the thought of taking his mating knots and power-laced cum driving me insane with desire.

“Such a greedy girl,” he purred, eyes crazed with vicious need as he pounded me into submission. “Have you ever been knotted before?”

“W-What?” The question caught me off guard, and I frowned before another thrust wiped the expression. The next was hard enough to almost knock me off my perch.

“I’ll take that as a no, then.” He smirked, slowing his pace to a teasing glide through my slickness, making a lewd wet noise from the amount of cum I already dripped. “Good. I want to be the only one who makes you feel this fucking good when I break you, over and over. You’re in a mating heat, sweetness. Your body craves my cum. I’m going to fill up this needy pussy of mine until it overflows. You’ll draw so much power from me, and in return, I’ll fucking breed you.”

He laughed, a cruel sound, as a manic glint lit his silver eyes.

I had a single moment of alarm before heady warmth burned through that too. The thought of Killian trying to get me pregnant was hot enough to scorch my middle.

He gripped my thighs, claws pinching, and yanked me off the balcony.

Straight onto his thick length.

Something impossibly wide smacked my stretched lips, and my eyes shot wide.

He grinned and pushed me down harder onto his length. I had a frantic second to stare between us at the larger, scale-like feather patterns around his cock’s base, swollen and pulsing as they bore down on me.

His knots .

They popped past my tight entrance.

My claws raked his chest as I thrashed against him with a scream, battling to accept the harsh stretch. Pleasure and pain fought for dominance for a heart-stuttering moment.

“Fuck!” He snarled, bloody chest heaving, eyes wild. His tail bumped my clit with a wet slap.

It shoved me right over the edge.

I screamed, body writhing as Killian shattered me.

“Yes, sweetness, that’s it.” He growled. “Break for me.”

He upped his pace, pounding so hard my fluttering core ached in the best way. He bounced me on his cock as much as his swollen knots allowed. The incubus fucked me with a wicked fury I’d never felt before, wings working hard at his back to stop us both from plummeting to our deaths. His pointed tip punished my cervix, and I felt his ridges flare, rubbing harder inside me even as his thick knots trapped me on his base, sealing him inside me.

“I’ve never craved anything as much as you, sweetness. Does that scare you?” His voice had dropped to a guttural rasp. “Because it should.”

I convulsed on his length, writhing and moaning and coming undone.

He snarled with his release, knots pulsing violently, tremors wracking his entire body hard enough to shake us both. He flooded me with a wet heat.

A brutal tingling swept my inner walls, forcing power and bliss through me. It mixed with the heat hunting through my blood and burst into flame.

I gasped as wave after wave of pleasure ignited through me.

Heat and bliss merged as I burned on an altar of Killian’s making.

Roaring sound rushed in my ears. Killian growled again, his knots throbbing. More wet heat filled me to my limit.

Blackness edged my vision until reality narrowed to gleaming silver eyes.

And then darkness eclipsed it all.