Beneath Her Darkness: The Alpha's Little Demon by Cassandra M novel Chapter 161

BENEATH HER DARKNESS: The Alpha’s Little Demon Book 2

Chapter 9 – Do You Trust Me?

PATREA.

“Do you think that if I promise to be gentle, you will let me kiss you?”

My eyes widened before my forehead creased. “Aren ’t we going too fast?”

“If six months is too fast, then yeah, I’m going too fast.” He spoke in a voice devoid of any emotion before he pressed his fingers to his closed eyes. “You’re upset.”

“I am. I’m a demon, Patrea. I don’t have the patience of a saint or even of a human.”

And yet he was trying to be patient with me. He was trying not to hiss or snap at me right now.

“I don’t even know how to kiss anymore. But don’t offer to do all the kissing for me, as that’s what I’ve been doing for decades — staying still while someone abuses my lips.” I chuckled even though the memory hurt. I was trying to lighten the mood because I didn’t want to upset him more. “The closest thing to a real kiss I have is the one I gave you on your cheek at the cave. That’s it.”

He snapped his eyes open and tilted his head down to look at me, his eyebrows hiking up. “How about we start with that?”

“A kiss on the cheeks? Are you serious?”

“Come here, sit!” He tapped the space beside him, and although I didn’t like being told what to do, I just found myself pushing my body up and sitting beside him.

I pulled my knees to my chest, with the blanket still covering my legs.

“Do you want me to kiss you on the cheek again?” I asked, a confused smile playing on my lips.

“Yeah, I will have to settle for a prude’s kiss.” He chuckled, his body jolting when he did like he was enjoying what he said. “But I have to kiss you back on the cheeks too. And I can take my time.”

“Like you can choose to stay kissing my cheek for hours? Lucius, you’re getting weirder by the minute.”

He laughed, like the evil laugh I heard from him before, but this time I wasn’t offended. “I meant to say I can kiss your cheek as much as I want to. But you’re free to tell me to stop if it gets too much.”

His eyes squinted before his tongue swiped over the edges of his upper teeth. “Just let me, or I will explode from sexual frustration.”

I chuckled softly, and I felt my face burning. “I’m not even sure why you’re doing all these. It’s too much of a hassle for you.”

“Like I told you, I want to fuck you.” He smiled and winked at me, and I felt my panties drop.

Was he using his allure this time? “

And when I say you, that means you. So… give this king a kiss.”

I couldn’t help but laugh softly as he tapped his cheek with his finger, and he didn’t stop tapping until I turned my body around and leaned forward. I pressed a soft kiss on his cheek, keeping my hand clinging to his chest for a while before I leaned back and returned to my position.

“There.”

“My turn now.” He cleared his throat before he stretched his arms and it made me chuckle again. “What’s the stretching for? Will you punch me after?”

“The only punching that will happen between us is me pounding into you. Nothing else. Come here, my queen. Let me kiss you.”

“My queen? What’s that for?”

“Isn’t that what human males use to lure females into their arms?”

“Ah, so you’re trying to lure me into your arms.” “I’d been doing that since day one. But I never succeeded, so maybe that will work. So, Patrea, would you like to be my queen?”

This time I couldn’t help but laugh heartily, throwing my head back as I savored this moment. I didn’t know having Lucius around would make me laugh.

“Is that a no?”

“Stop,” I told him as I stifled my laughter.

“I have to try harder next time. Now let’s go with the kiss.”

I raised my eyebrows and tapped my cheek with my finger, like the way he did with his.

Lucius cleared his throat again and slowly leaned forward.

I had no idea what was happening to me, but my heart skipped a beat as his face closed in so that my eyes shut of their own accord.

I could smell his fresh scent, which was weird when he came from a place of coals and burned ashes, yet he smelled like mint at the moment. I clamped my thighs tightly together and hugged my knees even tighter when I felt his hand cup my jaw and feather kisses begin brushing against my cheeks.

I wasn’t expecting soft kisses, but they immediately made heat rise from my stomach.

Spirits! Just a simple kiss and I felt like I was swooning on him. Maybe because he was holding me so gently and his kisses were not rushed or aggressive.

Soon the feather kisses moved along my jawline, closing in on the corner of my lips.

He’s going to kiss me! And I’m not sure I was prepared for it.

I snapped my eyes open as my jaw clenched. “Lucius …” I wanted to reprimand him, but my voice came out needy.

The one hand holding my jaw became two as he tilted my face to align with him, but his lips were still on the corner of my lips. Goosebumps rose from my skin, and I was having cold feet. I shut my eyes again, and then he pulled away.

I kept my eyes closed. I didn’t want him to see them, because I didn’t know if his withdrawal gave me relief or disappointment.

“Open your eyes…”

“No.”

“Please…”

How could I deny a demon when he used the word, please? I opened my eyes slowly and found him staring at me, his eyes swirling black and red, but I couldn’t read his emotions.

“Are you using your allure on me?” I had to ask because his eyes were hypnotizing me and his lips were making me thirsty.

“I’d been using my allure on you since day one, Patrea. And it never worked.”

I was lost for words. Should I tell him it seemed it was working on me already?

“Kiss me…” His voice came out hoarse like his throat was so dry.

“What?”

“I promise you, I’m not going to kiss you until you start kissing me..”

“I can’t, Lucius.”

“Try…” And he pulled my face closer to him, making me shut my eyes again.

His lips pressed against mine, but he didn’t move them to kiss me. We were just there, lips connected, inhaling each other’s breath. This was too intimate, and it silenced my thoughts.

“I’ll stay here and wait for you to kiss me. I will only kiss you if you kiss me first, so you know I am not forcing you. Either kiss me or tell me to move away.” He mumbled against my lips, and he was saying the words slowly as if he wanted to make sure I understood every word he said.

But I stayed frozen. I was not sure I was ready for someone to assault my lips again.

“Open your eyes so you know it’s me.”

I slowly opened them, and although he was too close, I could see him. His eyes were closed, and even when I couldn’t see him completely, I knew he was slowly losing his stance from the way his hands on my jaws loosened.

And I panicked. I didn’t want him to go away.

My hands went to his chest before they crawled up and coiled around his neck. At the same moment, I opened my mouth and brushed it against his plump lips until I felt his mouth twitch. He smiled, and it made me bolder as I began kissing him harder, sucking and nibbling his lips until I felt him kiss me back.

His hands snaked around my body, and I felt myself being hoisted up from my position and landing on his lap. I had no idea how he removed the blanket from my legs, but it was the least of my worries.

Lucius was kissing me aggressively, and I was kissing him back hungrily as I pressed my body against him while he held me tightly.

A soft moan escaped my throat when his tongue plunged into my mouth. I was expecting a hand to grab my hair and pull it like what happened all the time with Lucien, but Lucius’ hands were nowhere near my hair. Instead, he was brushing my arm gently, so gently that it was calming my fear of being thrown and stripped naked.

This was how all of the assaults would start. Lucien would kiss me like there was no tomorrow until I struggled, and I would end up naked on the floor. “It’s me, Patrea. I’m not him.” He murmured after he pulled away from my mouth, his eyes trying to catch mine.

My lips quivered. “Are you reading my mind?”

He nodded his head. “Do you trust me, Patrea?”

Why would I trust him? I questioned, and yet I found myself nodding my head.

He lifted me from his lap and turned my body around like I weighed nothing. I was still sitting on him, but this time, with my back against his hard chest.

His hands moved down under my shirt, his fingers skimming over my skin and trailing lower.

“Lucius…” I was not sure I was ready to be touched.

But he seemed like he couldn’t hear me. My heart began thudding loudly, and I was beginning to panic until he whispered in my ears while his hand inside my shorts was brushing against the little hair that I haven’t had time to shave yet. “Does he touch you with his fingers?”

I nodded my head and gripped his forearms tightly.

I could feel my stomach clenching and churning. If this went on, I would surely vomit.

“Does he play with your clit or your folds to make you wet before he puts his fingers inside you?”

“No. He would just fuck me with his fingers or with anything he would come up with. I’d be too dry. It would bleed…” A lone tear trickled down my face, and I knew I should stop Lucius, but a part of me wanted his hand inside my shorts.

“Shhh… Enough… My hand is here, but I’ll be gentle.” He was talking so softly that I wanted to cry more. Lucien would shout and laugh at me all the time, and I almost forgot how to be talked to nicely in bed.

Lucius’ hand slid lower until his fingers touched my fold and it made me clamp my legs together.