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“Are you okay? Who hurt you?” I ask before I can even think.
Her dark chocolate eyes find mine. “Do you… actually care?”
Yes.“No.”
She scoffs. “What is up with all of these men?” My eyes follow her as she puts her silver curls up in a messy high ponytail, moving to get water. She’s wearing a mesh crop top, showing off the black sports bra underneath; she’s paired it with low hanging sweats. My eyes drop to her exposed hips and stomach. A droplet of sweat drops down, threatening to harden my cock. “I’m going to get stronger so I can fuck him and his stupid hellhounds up.” I move to the counter as she pour me a glass of water.
“You want to know how I deal with assholes like that?”
She looks up at me, waiting for me to go on.
“I spit on the ground, and it burns a hole in their shoes when they step in it.”
A smile creeps on her lips. Her smile is so beautiful. I hate how it makes me feel. That’s when I notice blood under her nose. Without another thought, I reach forward and use my thumb to wipe it away, but then I pull back. “Shit… Are you okay?”
She stares at me for a moment before she reaches up, grabbing a fistful of my hair and pulls my face to hers. Her lips crash into mine. My eyes widen. Her lips are soft and wet, tasting like salty sweat. She pulls away, looking up at me.
My eyes drop to her lips. I drop the glass onto the counter, grabbing her face and pulling her in for another kiss. Our lips crash, and lust and desire ignite within me. My cock is growing hard in my sweats. My hands move to her hips, careful not to touch too much of her skin.
Her hands grab at my shirt as her tongue slides across my lip. I groan, grabbing her ass and picking her up against me.
Her legs tighten around my waist, trapping the top of my cock against her sweet-smelling core. Fuck, she’s turned on. She rolls her hips and whimpers.
I pull back, looking at her.Am I hurting her?
She must have read my mind because she pulls me back in, shoving her tongue into my mouth. She then pulls back, hissing.
“Fuck. Are you okay?” I reach for her but stop myself before I make it worse. It sucks being who I am.
“Come back,” she says breathlessly, and tries to grab my cheeks.
But my eyes see the slight blisters forming on the palm of her right hand. I grip her wrist and push it away from me. “Don’t you ever fucking touch me again, or we will have problems, Asura.”
Her face changes from the sweet desire I crave to see more of, to offended. Her brows pull together and lips part. “Jig—”
“Fuck off,” I snap, moving away. Her demon form healed so much quicker than she ever could, and now she can’t even touch me. I was stupid to ever think we could be something more.
I look down at the palms of my hands, seeing the blisters starting to form. He got mad at me so quickly. Did I touch him the wrong way or…? With a huff, I grab my water, rubbing my aching chest and moving from the kitchen to the hall.
There’s another presence in the house.
My head turns. I look at the front door, seeingit… A Shadow Guard, blending into the curved shadow of our shoe rack. My brows crease. “You’re not supposed to be—”
It moves quickly, wind coursing through the air and blowing me off my feet. My back slams into the wall, knocking the wind out of me before hitting the ground. My breathing wheezes as my head spins at the pain.
Then I’m lifted into the air and thrusted into the wall again.
“Tell us what you really are,” a voice says, but there’s not a single person in sight.
I’m flung into the living room. I hit the massive TV and fall to the ground with a thud. I hear creaking, and I look up to see the television falling forward. I tug and roll out of the way, and just barely miss getting hit. Wind rolls around me and starts winding to me. I roll again, back into the television, and swipe my leg outward. My shin connects with something, and it falls with a thud. I get an idea of where its body is, scrambling to my feet and attacking.
I feel a forearm blocking my punch.
But then I feel someone behind me and pressure against my throat, pulling me backward off my feet. My lungs tighten, and I gasp for air as the person’s back hits the wall.
I lift my elbow and throw it back, but they dodge, and I hit the wall.
No time to fuss about my funny bone hurting. Soon, my breath is dwindling.
