Page 7 of Hellish Witch (Playing with Demons #3)

Chapter 6

“ T ell me, sweetness, what do you think about when you’re all alone in bed at night?” a familiar voice purred with an indulgent lilt.

I blinked sleepily, looking around for the source. The room sat empty apart from a king-size bed and painted furniture, messily laden with clay pots of various beauty products. A single candle flickered on the dresser, battling the shadows. Smoke drifted through the air, darkening the space and bringing the rich floral scent of haze.

The air had a dreamlike quality, softening reality like I’d smoked the drug for hours even though I’d never touched the stuff.

Music pulsed from somewhere beyond the bedroom.

I must still be at the house party. Judging by the confusion swimming through my mind, I really had drunk too much brew.

This was the room where I’d stumbled upon Zahara and Killian, but something about it looked different. I just couldn’t figure out what.

As if my thoughts summoned the wicked incubus, Killian’s voice came again. “Is it fluffy kittens and rainbows?” The edge of mocking in his voice skated over my skin, sinfully caressing me like the tease of claws. “Or…do you find something darker to play with?”

I turned again, this time finding him sprawled in the ornate chair at the end of the bed, just like before I’d collapsed, a smirk toying with his lips.

I could have sworn it was empty a second ago. Doubt crept in on silent paws, clawing at my sense of reality.

Killian’s chest was still bare, exposing slate-purple skin and inky tattoos to my hungry gaze. Muscular pecs were unmarred by the cuts that should have been there. Defined abs carved a trim waist, leading my attention down the dips and valleys until I hit leather trousers, wrapping his lower body to hide the rest of him from view.

Enormous snowy wings spread from his back, the feathered tips spanning wide enough to block the king-size bed I knew was behind him. The tall arches jutted gracefully above his broad shoulders, adding to the overwhelming presence that was Killian.

The sight of one of my brother’s enforcer’s shouldn’t set my pulse fluttering, but it was as if the sexy bastard called to me so strongly even the blood in my veins responded.

I guessed that was what I got for having a crush on an incubus.

He rose from his makeshift throne, all fluid grace and power. His wings flared under my attention, showing off the pure beauty of each pearly feather, impossibly bright in the candlelit room. He tucked them tight with barely a rustle, swallowed by the dull thud of music, too distant to be real.

Killian stalked me, circling me like I was prey. I widened my stance, standing my ground as I tracked him through the smoke.

I was prey that wanted to be caught. I wanted him to pounce on me and take me to the floor. I wanted his hands pinning me down with the threat of claws. His mouth on me. His fangs in my skin. His venom taking me to new heights.

I swallowed thickly, letting the drugging flavour of haze sweep away my worries before they could surface. Another taste coated my tongue, vibrant energy filling me with a burned-caramel flavour that instinct told me belonged to Killian.

This was a dream.

If the blurred quality and odd details hadn’t clued me in, the apparent taste of Killian’s desire did.

In real life, he treated me like a child. He called me “kid.”

I’d only ever tasted his energy once, when he’d rescued me from the hunter compound, and even then I wasn’t sure what had really happened, except he’d somehow given me the strength I needed to heal my critical injuries along with Rex’s.

Killian would bury a body for me, but he’d never look at me with all the hunger of a starved dragon. He’d never stalk me through a darkened bedroom, radiating lust and bad intentions.

Dream-Killian stepped in close, towering over me. His wings curved around me, soft feathers stroking my exposed back through the low cut of my silky dress as he trapped me in a luxurious cage.

He tipped my chin up with a single claw. Moonlight kissed stormy waves in his eyes, a siren’s song luring me into his depths.

His presence wrapped around me, overwhelming everything.

Without words, he leaned down, pressing a chaste kiss to the corner of my lips. Just missing where I craved.

Feather-light kisses trailed along my jaw until his warm breath grazed the shell of my ear.

“Sweetness… You have no idea how long I’ve craved this.”

I licked my lips, struggling to catch my breath as he whispered words I’d longed to hear.

“And you do owe me that favour…” He trailed off, the forked tip of his tongue grazing my throat.

“What do you want?” My words came out husky, like I was already drunk on him.

“My silence…for your screams.” His words were a tease against my skin, lighting my nerve endings with sparks of need. “Drown me in the sweet taste of you.”

“What a nightmare if I didn’t,” I mused.

He smiled against my jaw, fangs tracing my delicate skin a second before pain stung just below. Sharp teeth bit deep into my neck. The flare of pain ceded to the most delicious warmth. Pleasure bloomed as he drank from me, venom gliding through me like silk.

A hard length pressed against my hip, making my thighs clench in anticipation. Just that vague impression was enough for me to moan at the sheer size of him. The steel. The heat.

As quick as it started, his fangs left my flesh, leaving me cold and wanting. He stepped back, wings releasing me. I stumbled a step, dizzy from his masculine intensity being ripped away.

He grinned, the startling image of a fallen angel from human myth. If there was one thing I knew about Killian, though, he’d lost whatever halo he might have had a long time ago.

Demonic sin dripped off him.

His tail whipped out, hooking behind my knees.

I yelped, falling backwards. But instead of hitting the floor, I fell on a soft bed that was somehow beneath me. If furniture was moving on a whim, I really must be in a dream.

The confirmation made me bold, and I parted my legs, inch by inch. My skimpy dress rode up my hips, exposing my satin-covered core as I dug my heels into the furs.

Dream-Killian bit his fist, a low growl spilling out as his eyes devoured me, laid out on the bed just for him. His wings flared, shivering in what I hoped was excitement.

He prowled close, looming over me like a dark god.

I’d never felt so attractive in my life.

“Eve…” His voice roughened. “Tell me you want this. Let me take care of you,” he purred, and the silken tip of his mischievous tail trailed up my calf, leaving goosebumps in its wake.

I swallowed thickly. Even in my dreams, it was harder than it should have been to admit to everything I’d secretly hungered for all these years.

“Yes.” The word ended in a faint moan.

A dark smirk hooked one side of his lips. He was every sinful fantasy I’d had, too tantalising to be real.

His tail flashed, the stinger slicing through my panties with deadly precision.

Before I’d even finished gasping, his hands grabbed under my knees and shoved them up to my ribs, spreading me to the limit.

A groan left his lips, and then he feasted.

I moaned as his forked tongue laved straight through my slick folds to swirl over my clit. He snarled, vibrating my lower lips with a delicious sensation that knocked another desperate sound free.

Burned caramel peppered the air, the smoky scent infusing the dream with sparks of power, like energy really was seeping into me, alongside the pleasure Killian delivered.

His tongue ghosted over my clit before faintly circling my entrance, teasing and taunting. I’d never felt so much from so little contact.

Sharp points dug into my thighs as Killian gripped me harder, pinning me to the bed beneath him. His wings clamped around me, trapping me in the softest cage.

I arched off the furs as he shoved his tongue into me, the slick thickness making me writhe.

“Killian!” I moaned, hands fisting his horns. Their feather-ridged texture grounded me even as he pushed me higher.

My hips moved of their own accord, until I was shamelessly grinding myself against his face, using his horns for leverage. He growled into my pussy like a threat, tongue vibrating deep inside me even as the base worked the needy bundle of nerves at my apex.

Rich caramel energy drowned me while he ate me like a demon starved.

His tail shot under my neck and wrapped around my throat. My lips parted as he tightened his hold and curved me up to face him, half-supporting, half-choking.

Something big loomed on the horizon, rushing towards me.

Our eyes locked, fresh blood on sharp steel.

“Pay me, sweetness,” he snarled against my clit.

And smashed me apart.

I screamed just for him.

Waves of pleasure rolled through my core, spreading outwards and drenching every broken piece of me in bright ecstasy.

My hips bucked, and I was vaguely aware of the demon throwing his weight on top of me, pinning me as he continued to feast. Lips, tongue, and teeth worshipped between my thighs until I couldn’t take any more.

A feeble mewling sound was spilling from my lips. My claws scraped at broad shoulders.

The vicious demon finally relented, slowing his attack. He placed a delicate kiss on my inner thigh, gaze holding mine.

My chest heaved, whole body twitching on the bed, aftershocks electrifying every inch of me. Power fizzled through my veins, like I was drunk on the energy of pleasure, even in a dream.

“So fucking delicious,” Killian purred, licking his swollen, glossy lips. His warm breath peppered my sensitive core, and I shuddered beneath him. “Consider our deal… satisfied .”

The sound of something shattering outside tugged at my attention.

He cocked his head aside even as his eyes held me prisoner. A wicked smirk, just as sharp as the peek of his fangs, was the last thing I saw before the world faded completely.