Page 115 of A Deal in Darkness
“FUCK. OFF.”
“Amaymon, the time is now.”
“The time is when I say we’re fucking ready,” I roar back, stroking Adriana as she steadies herself. “Let’s get your clothes off, sweet girl.”
I help her undress, ignoring the calls at the door. I brush her hair back over her shoulders and kiss her, playing in her mouth like it's just the two of us. She responds to me and her body presses against mine, craving more than just comfort.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, Adriana. I’ve never seen anything as beautiful—not in all my years of existence.”
Adriana nods and reaches for me, kissing me back until the banging on the door becomes relentless. I lift her into my arms and fold my wings around her, and carry her toward the Inner Sanctum, allowing my magic to begin working.
The sound of my footsteps changes as they echo through the halls and my power builds, clouding us in a shroud of shadows. Every step I take heightens my arousal and the closer we get to the fucking altar, the harder my cock becomes. It’s already aching for Adriana’s cunt and the chance to claim her in front of the Oracle makes it drip precum on the floor.
Another door opens and I enter, marching to the altar like I don’t give one single fuck about the protocol. Every step I take is one less Adriana is forced to and I cover as much ground as I damn well can.
I get halfway.
“The rite will be performed properly, Amaymon. Or not at all. We all feast, or none.”
My teeth snatch at the notes hanging in the air as I rage against the Oracle. He’s stopped us ten strides short of the altar and Adriana will have to travel this herself. Observed.
I place her on the ground and her hand clings to my chest.
I step back and her eyes flick down, staring at the golden leash dangling between her collar and my hand. It catches the firelight and the pale yellow matches the color of hair, which looks like spun gold as she tucks it behind her ears.
Her eyes close, she inhales, exhales, and then she snaps them open.
And the fire burning around us is nothing compared to that burning in those eyes. My girl is enraged and she’s found the strength to fight these cunts at their own game—and she’s damn well going to beat them at it. Her eyes are fucking dazzling. Absolutely enchanting. They’re pure, unadulterated anger and they’re mine.
“Eyes on me, sweet girl.”
She bites her lip and those innocent blue eyes of hers lock on mine, ignoring the horror I’m unveiling as my wings open. There’s no trace of terror in her expression and her heart rate doesn’t increase. She doesn’t pale and she doesn’t faint. Adriana simply holds my gaze as I show her the vicious, horrific form I normally inhabit.
I step back and tug on the chain. She steps toward me and I have her.
My wing shields her from the onlookers as we repeat our dance, slowly edging closer to the altar. I’m moving much slower than I’d like and my excitement is becoming inconvenient.
Adriana bites her lip in the way that drives me wild and she knows exactly what she’s doing. The devious minx is fighting fire with fury and I smirk, damn proud of my girl as she follows my lead without hesitation.
“Let’s get you on the altar,” I say, whispering to her.
I grab her ass and lift her effortlessly, depositing her on the hard stone. My hands pull her legs apart and she doesn’t resist, opening them wide and leaning back. She’s teasing me as she shows me everything I want to see and the slight heave of her chest and glisten of her cunt scream she’s aroused.
Adriana parts her lips as her eyes leave mine, letting them wander down my body. I lean in, imposing myself on her as she takes my form in. The markings on my torso gleam in the firelight and the difference between us is more apparent than ever.
She’s pale and I’m the color of darkness.
She’s soft and I’m harder than granite.
She’s beautiful and I’m the definition of ugly.
“So fucking beautiful, baby.”
I run my claws down her center and she moans. Her nipples harden and her tits stand pert, ready to be devoured. I can smell her arousal and Adriana’s losing herself in me as the magic of the rite washes over us.
“Amaymon…”
“FUCK. OFF.”
