THE DEMON VIRGIN PREY

The Jealous Shadow

The air in the room was thick and heavy. Lucas’s large, scarred hands were still grabbing my breasts, his fingers digging into my soft skin with a "Hot" and desperate hunger. This wasn't the cold, heartless king who just wanted a body to use. This was a man obsessed. He looked at me as if I were the first drop of water he’d seen in a thousand years.

His thumb dragged across my n****e, making me gasp. The "unyielding thickness" of his body was a wall of heat against mine. He wasn't just thrusting and leaving like he did with Morrigan. He was savoring me. He was worshipping the parts of me he had never cared to notice on the demoness. To him, Morrigan was just a stone vessel; she was a tool for his "Beast" to find release. But with me, he wanted the skin, the scent, and the sound of my breath.

"You are so different," he growled, his voice vibrating against my chest. "You feel like life. She feels like the grave."

He leaned down, his mouth opening over the peak he had been teasing. The moment his tongue swirled over me, I felt a jolt of "Intense" electricity. It wasn't just pleasure—it was his power. It was the lethal, demonic energy that killed other women. It felt like "Hot" liquid gold flowing into my veins, making my head spin and my heart race.

But just as he began to suck, his movements becoming more frantic and "Adult," the heavy obsidian doors of the chamber swung open with a violent crash.

"Get away from her!"

The "Beast" in Lucas snapped. He didn't let go of me immediately; instead, he growled, a low, animalistic sound that shook the furniture. He turned his head, his silver eyes glowing with a terrifying light.

Standing in the doorway was Morrigan.

Her dark wings were unfurled, shaking with a "staggering length" of pure rage. She looked at me—untouched, pure, and currently being held like a treasure by the King—and her face contorted into a mask of hate. She had spent centuries being the only woman who could survive his bed, but she had never been held like this. She had never been kissed. She had never had him look at her breasts with such "Intense" fascination.

"You are wasting your time with this human trash, Lucas!" Morrigan screamed, stepping into the room. Her heels clicked sharply on the stone floor. "She will die! The moment you lose control, she will pop like a grape. Why are you touching her? Why aren't you just taking what you need and tossing her aside?"

Lucas stood up slowly, stepping off the bed but staying close enough to shield me. The unyielding thickness of his back was a protective shield.

"I didn't give you permission to enter, Morrigan," he said, his voice dangerously quiet. The heartless king was back, but there was a new edge to his tone—one that suggested he was protecting a prize.

"I can smell it on you!" Morrigan shrieked, pointing a clawed finger at me. "You’re soft! You’re looking for something more than just s*x. You didn't even touch her n*****s with me, Lucas! You just used me and left. Why is she different? Why does she get the affection?"

Morrigan lunged toward the bed, her hands reaching for my throat. "I’ll kill her before you can! I’ll save you the trouble of buried another human corpse!"

Lucas moved faster than the eye could see. He caught Morrigan by the throat mid-air, slamming her against the wall with a "staggering length" of force. The sound of the impact was like a thunderclap.

"She is mine," Lucas snarled, his face inches from the demoness's. "What I do with her, how I touch her, is not your concern. If you lay a hand on her again, I will rip those wings from your back and feed them to the crows."

Morrigan gasped for air, her eyes wide with shock. She had been his only partner for so long, she thought she was untouchable. But seeing him protect a "Sacred Princess" changed everything.

Lucas dropped her, and she fell to the floor, gasping and clutching her neck. He didn't look back at her. He turned back to me, his gaze softening just a fraction. He climbed back onto the bed, his large hands returning to grab my n*****s as if to reclaim his territory.

"She’s gone, Elara," he whispered, his voice "Hot" and "Intense" once more. "Ignore the shadow. Look at me."

He leaned down again, his mouth finding my breast with an "Adult" hunger that was even more desperate than before. He wanted to prove that I was his. He wanted to show me—and the watching shadows—that the "Beast" had finally found something worth keeping alive.

The jealousy in the air was thick enough to taste, but as Lucas began to suck and knead my skin again, the rest of the world vanished. There was only the "Hot" pressure of his body, the "unyielding thickness" of his muscles, and the terrifying, beautiful realization that I was changing the heart of a demon.