Chapter Twelve

MORGAN

S leep isn't necessary for a Hell demon, however, I find that my human exterior is more attractive when I let my body rest. My eyes close, my breathing and heart rate lower, and the physical body I have rests. But my mind never shuts off. This means I have a lot of time to think and plot while my body rests. What I should be plotting is how to suck Kyle's soul out through his cock, but my mind can't seem to focus on anything except her . I need my thirteenth victim in the next two days. I should be desperately fucking any man I can find, and yet the only person I want is Scarlett.

Last night was my favorite night in all the centuries I've been alive. Sure, I've had nights of depraved pleasure but watching her come all over my face and fingers while I took the air from her lungs, literally, was exhilarating. I've never been so seduced by a single creature before. If I didn't know any better, I'd think she was a temptress sent to steal my soul. I was supposed to spend the evening stealing her. The need to possess her—own her—is overwhelming. But somehow in the process, she claimed me as well. I'd willingly sell my soul to the Devil to have her be mine forever, that is, if the Devil didn't already own my soul.

I have no idea how I'm going to keep her though. How do I explain to her the need to move from town to town, never staying in one place too long? A trail of dead men constantly left in our wake. What woman would sign up to follow a succubus around while she fucks men in order to steal their souls?

A sudden knock at my door slams through my sleeping ears and bangs at the window of my conscious mind.

The "Do Not Disturb" sign is up. They can fuck right off.

My mind wanders back to Scarlett. To her pale skin and ruby red lips. Fuck . Those lips are so plump and full. I want to feel those lips wrapped around my clit, suckling and licking and—

The knocking begins again, violently ripping me from my beautiful fantasy. Whoever this is might get their hands torn from their body. With a groan, I open my eyes and roll from the bed. The orange tabby who had been sleeping on top of me scampers off as I angrily throw off the covers. My feet hit the cushioned carpet as I pad across the room. Slipping a large oversized tee over me, I groan as the incessant knocking continues.

"Coming!" I growl at the closed door.

I rip the door open so swiftly, it bangs on the wall behind. Ready to scream at the motherfucker who interrupted my tantalizing fantasy, I'm stopped by the face looking back at me from the other side of the doorway.

She's beautiful. She'll always be beautiful to me, no matter what, but the purple bruises blooming across her face are ugly. They paint a picture of violence across her pale cheeks. I see red as I look at her. Nothing this sweet and innocent should look so... broken .

"What the hell happened?" I seethe as I usher Scarlett into my room.

"I'm sorry to bother you. I just didn't know where else to go and you told me your hotel room number and I just came here without thinking." She's nervously ranting, pacing in small circles, and wringing her delicate little fingers. However, I stopped listening the moment she said she was scared and ran to me. I'm a fucking Hell demon, not a god damned angel, but fuck if it doesn't feel good to be her savior. I desperately want to be her safe place, her home, her heart. I want to be hers.

"Princess," I cross the room and press my palm lightly against her shoulder to stop her pacing. "I'm glad you came here. Let's sit down, okay?"

Draping my arm around her, I usher her toward the bed. Together we sit on the edge as I wrap my fingers around her shoulder and let her weight ease into me. I loved seeing her needy and writhing in agonizing pleasure last night, but this feeling of her right here leaning on me, makes me feel really good, like I'm needed for more than just a good fuck. I curl my arm around her tightly and she lets out a sweet little sigh. I could hold her for the rest of eternity and never get sick of her comforting warmth for a single moment.

Without warning, a flash of orange flies into her lap. She jumps, startled by the flying ball of fur that just launched itself at her. I try to shoo the cat away but he hisses at me and begins using his paws to knead at my girl's lap.

"Oh my god! Samson?" Scarlett looks to be somewhere on a spectrum of emotions that ping-pongs between shock and relief. "This is my cat!" Her eyes fly to my face. "Why the fuck do you have my cat?"

"This is your cat? I found him wandering the street and he looked so hungry I took him in." Smooth cover . I can't exactly tell her that I broke the window of her apartment to stop her shithead boyfriend from raping her and then her cat insisted on coming home with me.

That'd be weird to admit, right?

"I thought I'd lost him. There was an accident at my apartment, the window was blown out. When I went back last night he was gone and I assumed he'd gotten out the broken window and was missing." A tear rolls down her face. She snuggles into Samon's orange fur, holding him tightly. He purrs happily in her arms. "Thank you so much for saving him. I'd be lost without him."

My heart aches watching her be so vulnerable. I want to break the bones of every creature that's ever harmed her.

"What happened Scarlett? When you went home last night, how did you get hurt?"

Her scent is strange. It's still her, the rich and addictive smell of coffee and caramel, but there's something else, something that wasn't there last night. I can't put my finger on it, but it smells feminine somehow. It's not her sweet magnolia scent of fear. This is new. I want to turn her face to mine, to look into her eyes and see what has changed in her, but I sense she might need something different. I let her stare off into nothingness, losing herself somewhere in her mind for a moment. I simply sit and hold her, letting her have the time and space she needs to process.

"There was a guy." I know this but I don't tell her that. I just sit and rub small circles on her back while she talks. Samson has curled up in her lap and she absentmindedly strokes his fur while she talks. "We dated for a while. We lived together. That's why I ran last night. It'd been over for a while, I'm now realizing, but I needed to say it out loud. I needed him to hear it."

I nod. Letting her continue without judgment or interruption.

"He was drunk when I got home. I know he's cheated on me. I've never caught him in the act, but it's obvious, you know? So I didn't really think he'd care that I was leaving, but he freaked out."

I can feel my barbs prick against my inner walls in anticipation. The monster and me agree—we're going to fuck Kyle up and suck his soul. Then we're going to fuck his girl and steal her away, riding off into a bloody, smutty sunset.

"Freaked out, how sweetheart?" I don't want to push her, but I need to hear her say it. We need to work through it, together.

"He hit me," her voice is so small it pains me to hear. A single tear rolls down her cheek. "I told him I met someone and I was leaving. I'm so stupid. I expected him to be relieved to see me go. But he was so angry. He told me that if he couldn't have me, no one would. He hit me and I fell down. He dragged me by the hair to the bedroom and locked me in the closet. I sat there all night in the dark, terrified he'd come back. But then I heard him leave for work. I used one of my necklaces to unscrew the door handle and I just ran. I didn't even get to grab my things."

She breaks down sobbing and when she can't continue speaking I just hold her, letting her cry into my shoulder. I have nothing to say that would comfort her in this moment. All I can think to do is just hold her.

"I'll take care of him, princess. I promise you." I'm unsure if she just doesn't hear me, or doesn't register the words of my threat but she doesn't respond. We sit in silence, holding each other, for what feels like an eternity.

I should spend the day claiming my thirteenth victim. I now know where Kyle is, it would be so easy to ‘accidentally bump into him,' and convince him to take me home. He just lost his girlfriend to someone else, he's probably vulnerable and looking for an anger-fuck. But when I look down at the delicate little creature in my arms I know I can't leave her right now. This girl holds what's left of my Hellish heart in her hands, and today she needs me.

I spent the entire day pampering my princess. We went down to the salon and got pedicures, then we ordered room service and binged terrible reality shows. Sitting in a plush hotel robe in bed, snacking on french fries, while watching my girl giggle uncontrollably at some stupid show, was the lightest I'd felt in as long as I could remember. It was a nearly perfect afternoon.

Things with her are just easy. There are no awkward pauses or uncomfortable moments, it is as if our souls have been seeking each other's company and now have finally found where they were meant to be. Which is ridiculous because I don't even have a soul. I have a Hell beast who eats men's souls through their cocks instead, but a girl can dream, right?

Scarlett showered and is now doing her hair and make up while I patiently wait for her in the main room. The cat is allowed in there with her but I was shooed out in the name of ‘privacy.' Eventually she'll have to get over the need for privacy. If she's naked somewhere, then that's where I intend to be. But for today, I'll let her get ready alone.

She enters the room looking fucking gorgeous. My mouth drops open slightly as I take her in. She's in a tight black dress that hugs her slight curves and petite little waist perfectly. The green hues she chose for her smoky-eye look make her warm brown eyes pop and she chose that damn red lipstick, again. I want to fling her onto the bed and lick her sweet little cunt dry but I promised her a nice dinner date.

Her scent is still strange. Something is definitely different about her tonight but I can't figure out what it could be.

"Sit," I command, turning my back to her so I don't lose my will and start playing with my pretty girl and her perfect perky tits before we even make it out the door. "I'll make you a drink."

Making us two whiskey gingers, I let my mind wander and envision how everyone will be staring at the beautiful girl I get to proudly display on my arm. My princess and I will certainly turn heads. But she's mine, and only mine. That knowledge has me giddy. I make her drink a double. I don't want her drunk necessarily, but I'd love for her to be tipsy, her inhibitions lowered, ready to let me play with her however I want tonight. Maybe I'll tie her to the bed and bring out the toys. She liked breath play, I wonder how she'd feel about being a good little girl and laying across my lap while I spank her?

As I spin back around with our drinks, Scarlett winces, holding her lower stomach. Her eyes close and wrinkles crease her forehead in a clear expression of pain as her hand cradles her lower abdomen. My mind spirals with intrusive anxiety inducing thoughts. Did he hit her more than just on her face? Or worse, violate her? Fuck, if he fucking hurt that precious fucking pussy, MY precious fucking pussy, I'll kill him. I mean, I'm going to kill him either way but if he touched what's mine I will gut him like a damn pig, crack his ribcage open, and feast on his fucking organs while he watches. His last vision on this earth will be me taking bloody bites out of his spleen.

I quickly put our drinks down and rush to her. I kneel in front of her and rest my palms on her warm thighs. "What's wrong princess? Are you hurt? Did he hurt you more?" My words come out in a jumbled rush but I can't help it. She makes me feel out of control.

She let's a shy little laugh. "It's not that babe."

Confusion wraps around me, constricting my chest. I need to protect her and make sure she's okay. I'd do anything, kill anyone, fight any monstrous threat, to keep my girl safe and happy. That thought is almost as terrifying as thinking about her being hurt.

I haven't felt this strongly about someone in centuries. The last time I felt this level of obsession it ended in pain, heartbreak, and something so sinister it almost broke me entirely. Last time I was in love, I was betrayed. I was so blind with rage at his betrayal that I sold my soul to the Devil in exchange for revenge. So yeah, I'm terrified. But she's worth the risk.

"What is it then, princess? What do you need?"

A slight blush stains her pale cheeks and the sight is absolutely, sinfully delicious. She's so sweet and innocent. The monster in me roars to life at the thought of her tied up, helpless, dripping with desire, and covered in red marks. Corrupting this sweet little princess will be my favorite indulgence for as long as she'll let me.

"Um," she's nervous, looking anywhere but at me. "It's just cramps."

"Cramps?" I'm confused. Muscle cramping? From what?

"Yeah," her blush intensifies, red rippling down the slender column of her throat. I want to lick her neck and see if the reddened skin is warm under my tongue. "Like period cramps. I, um, got my period this morning and the cramps are brutal, even though I already took some Ibuprofen."

She winces again as her uterus clenches and unclenches inside her. The knowledge unleashes something completely unhinged inside of me. All the air leaves my lungs as if I'm drowning in a sea of lust. My heart pounds aggressively in my ears, thrumming with need. My mouth is dry but my cunt is fucking soaked. Before I can even register what I'm doing, I have her trapped beneath me. One of my hands holds both her wrists above her head while my thighs balance on either side of her thin form, pinning her to the bed beneath me.

"You're bleeding?" My voice is more of a growl than anything, the monster inside pushing its way to the surface. I blink rapidly, willing my eyes to stay a stormy blue and not shift to a demonic red.

"Well, I mean yeah, like a normal period amount." Her eyes scan my face, trying to figure out why the mood has shifted.

The increase of her heart rate, the seductive puffs of her nervous little breaths, the knowledge that her scent changed, which I picked up on earlier, is because her pretty little pussy is slick and red is driving me to the point of complete lustful madness. I mean I'm a damn succubus with a Hell demon living inside me, taking the place of my soul. Blood lust is pretty normal. However, this level of an absolutely consuming need for someone whose soul I can't even suck is… new . But I have no intention of trying to hold back when it comes to her.

My mouth falls to her neck, my teeth sinking into her tender flesh. I bite and suck while running my tongue over her pulse point, letting the erratic pace thunder against my tongue. She shrieks but her cries quickly turn to moans as her pain morphs into pleasure. With her focus on the sensations my mouth is giving her, I let my fingers slide swiftly into her panties. I rub my fingers through her folds.

"Fuck princess," I moan against her ear as I push a single finger inside her tight pussy. "You're so slick."

"Did you not hear me?" She pants between moans of pleasure. "I'm on my period. I'll get you gross."

Gross? How could this beautiful angel ever think I'd call her gross? Her lack of self awareness fucking angers me beyond belief.

She screams as I shift my weight to be right on top of her, dominating her. I get in her face, my forehead pressed to hers and our eyes locked onto each other's. I lean more weight onto her wrists, holding her down tightly. I know it probably hurts a little, but I don't give a fuck. I finger fuck her slick, tight pussy roughly as I stare possessively into her soul.

"I told you, this is my pussy." I shove a second finger inside her, fucking her fast and hard. Her back arches off the bed and she moans loudly. "I will fuck it whenever I want." I curl my fingers against her plump mound of nerves, massaging that spot inside that makes her pretty little painted toes curl. "And the fact that it's red and ready for me just makes me want you that much more."

I crash my lips against hers in a desperate kiss. Pushing my tongue against her mouth, I demand access to yet another one of her holes. My good girl opens for me, letting me sweep my tongue into her needy little mouth. The kiss is possessive, claiming, animalistic. She's mine now and I have no intention of ever letting this beautiful creature escape me. I grind my tongue against hers, pulsing in time with the pace of my fingers in her pussy. Pretty soon we're a writhing mess of tongues and fingers, our hips grinding against each other.

"Please," she begs me in her sweet, breathy voice. "Please babe, can you do that thing you did last night?"

I smirk down at the sweet little princess beneath me, begging a demon to eat her cunt.

"You mean when I licked your pretty pussy, princess?"

"Yes," Scarlett moans, as I ram my fingers roughly into her again and again. "Please, that felt so good. I want that again."

"Did Kyle," his name drips off my tongue like poison, "not do a good job taking care of your cunt?" I ask as I lick a long and slow path up her neck to her ear.

"No—" she screams as I bite and suck at her neck. That'll definitely leave yet another mark. Good . "He, uh never, I mean, no one has ever," she stumbles over her words as a flush crawls across her skin.

"What are you embarrassed of, little one?" I still my fingers inside her, refusing to continue until she answers me. She huffs in frustration before relenting.

"I've only ever been with Kyle, no one else. And with him it was just only ever, you know, regular old sex. Like me on my back and him on top. I'm not sure I've ever even come during sex until last night." Her cheeks flush a violently beautiful shade of crimson.

"Am I the first to get to taste your pussy?"

Mine. Mine. Mine.

"Yes. And if it's okay, I'd like for you to taste it again?"

She doesn't need to ask me twice.

Removing my fingers from inside her slickness, I bring them up and hold them above my face. Scarlett is still pinned tightly beneath me, I want her to watch, to see first hand how deeply I want to taste her right now. Keeping my eyes locked on hers, I bring my bloodied fingers to my face. The smell is fucking maddening. It's still her sweet caramel scent with a hint of bitter coffee mixed in, but now it's mixed with a strong feminine scent. Fuck me , that smell is the most enticing thing to ever enter my gustatory system.

Her expression shifts from horrified to turned on as I put her bloodied fingers to my mouth and let my tongue skim the potent mix of her blood and arousal from my fingers. My pussy pulses in intense need as soon as her taste lands on my tongue. She's the sweetest fucking thing I've ever had in my mouth. I can't help my eyes closing, my head falling back, and a satisfied moan leaving my lips as lick and suck every last drop of her from me. The monstrous Hell beast inside is panting desperately and yet my barbs feel safely tucked away. It's as if he too wants to taste her, but not consume her.

His growl reverberates across my mind. " More. More. Mine. She's mine ."

She is fucking mine. All fucking mine. A smile pulls at the corner of my lips and the fingers pop from my mouth as I realize that there's nothing now to stop me from claiming her. Kyle is gone. She chose me. She wants me.

I quickly jump off her, my eyes scanning up and down her lithe form.

"Too many clothes," I snap at her before ripping her tight little strapless dress down her body. She gasps as I pull the fabric down her thin form, exposing her cute little tits. They're so pink and perky and still covered in my bite marks.

"Here's what's going to happen, princess," when I reach her period panties, I hook my fingers in the waistband and pull them off with her dress. "I'm going to crawl between those pale, pretty thighs and feast on your bleeding pussy until you come all over my face. And then you're going to get on your knees and please me, do you understand?"

She nods her head enthusiastically. Her tongue peaks out to lick her lips. The scent of her arousal is so strong I can taste it on my tongue.

"Words, princess. I need your words." I drop to my knees, hooking my hands behind her bent legs and pulling her to the edge of the bed.

"Yes, please. Please Morgan, I need you."

She needs me. She has no idea what those words do to me. To be needed. Not just wanted for a quick fuck, but to be truly needed by another, that's something I'm not sure I've ever had.

I let my hand skim the length of pale flesh on her thigh slowly, teasingly. Goosebumps erupt across her skin and she lets out the cutest little whine. My fingers gently caress the lips of her pussy in long, light strokes. I can feel her pussy weeping for me already.

"So desperate for me to make you come. Such a fucking slut for my tongue, aren't you princess?

"Yes. Please."

I let my fingers pull her lips wide apart, exposing all of her to me. She's dripping wet and a light sheen of red is spread all over her pretty pussy.

"Say it," I command her. "Say you're my whore."

"Please, Morgan. I'll be your good little whore. Just please make me come."

I dive into her without any pretense, licking and sucking as I kiss her pussy up and down. She writhes and moans as my mouth assaults her in a flurry of lips, teeth, and tongue. Her taste is even better when freshly licked from her bloody cunt. It's sweet and rich and the more I have in my mouth, the more I want. When my tongue circles her hole she arches with need. I let it slide away, up to her clit, flicking it back and forth rapidly. She screams and her hands fly to her tits, rubbing and pulling her hardened nipples. She's so needy for me everywhere.

If only I could tongue-fuck her and lick her clit at the same time .

A devious idea crosses my mind. Her eyes are closed and her head is thrown back in ecstasy. Even when my teeth nibble lightly on her clit, she keeps her eyes closed, concentrating on not coming too soon. She wouldn't even notice if I partially shifted. My demon hums in agreement, desperate to taste her too. I continue to lick and suck her pussy while focusing on shifting only my tongue, nothing more. We don't need the full demon coming out to play.

Removing my tongue from her briefly so she won't feel the shift, I feel it lengthen in my mouth. The tip splits as it shifts into the monstrous forked tongue of my inner beast. Then I dive back in. One end circles her pulsating, bloodied hole, while the other flicks and strokes her needy little buddy. She gushes with wetness for me as I drive her to the edge of insanity.

"Oh my god! Oh my god!" she chants as I use my thick demon tongue to bring her close to the edge.

"There's no god here baby. Now come all over my face and let me lick it all up."

If only you knew what kind of monster you have between your legs, my sweet girl.

I shove my tongue inside her, letting both ends move freely. She instantly falls over the edge. Her climax causes her entire body to stiffen. She screams my name and the sound is my new favorite song. I might be a succubus but she's a damn siren with the way she sings out my name as she falls into a sea of ecstasy. I stroke both sides of her walls, coaxing every last wave of pleasure I can from her. Her cum and blood coat my entire mouth in a delicate feast.

When she finally comes down, I remove my tongue from inside her. I will the demon back inside, letting my two tips fuse back into one, normal, human tongue. My girl is a panting mess on the bed. When our eyes meet I can see the fear and lust swirling in her vision. I must look like a monster with her cum and blood covering my face but she seems to like it.

Standing to my full height, I rip my top off over my head, exposing my full breasts and hardened nipples. Her eyes fall to my tits and she squirms, clearly wanting a taste of me.

"My turn, princess. Come over here and get on your knees like my good little slut."