Page 68 of Mortis

The Beast chuckled, and smug satisfaction radiated through our shared mind.

After all, we were predators.

Holding willing prey in our grasp was the sort of fantasy demons were born from.

It is time to remind the mortal that he stands before a demon.

This time, when the Beast stepped forward, I let Him. But He didn’t seize control. Instead, He stood beside me, and for the first time, we moved as one.

A single will.

Only one of my eyes glowed crimson, and Teddy inhaled sharply.

“Kael,” he whispered. “Your eye.”

I leaned closer until our noses brushed. The scent of honey lingering on his skin filled my lungs. When I spoke, my voice no longer sounded entirely my own. It was layered.

Mine and His.

Us.

“Your touch was wonderful, Teddy.” Our tongue flicked out, brushing softly across his lips. His eyes fluttered closed. “But if We do not touch you in return . . .” We paused, our forehead resting lightly against his. “We fear Our body will combust, burning us all in Hellfire.”

Teddy swallowed. When he opened his eyes again, We simply looked at one another.

Then he nodded.

A deep purr rolled from Our chest. The vibration travelled through Our arm and into the hand around his throat, making him tremble. His sweet scent deepened. Warmer. Muskier. Our gaze drifted lower. The outline of his hard length strained against the denim of his jeans. Practically begging for Our touch. A slow, savage smile spread across Our face, revealing every one of Our sharpened teeth. Teeth capable of tearing through flesh as though it were paper.

“You are so beautiful when you submit to Us, Teddy,” We growled, tightening Our hold on his throat by the slightest fraction. “And now, We want to make you fall apart.”

Teddy whined, squirming in Our grasp. “Please,” he whispered, pressing his throat more firmly into Our palm.

He didn’t need to ask twice.

We pushed him back against the tiled wall as Our free hand snaked up his thigh. Our fingers slipped beneath the hem of his jumper and tore at the fastening of his jeans. The button pinged free, bouncing across the countertop. Neither Teddy, the Beast, nor I spared it a glance. We hooked Our fingers into his waistband, and Teddy eagerly lifted his hips to help Us. Fabric ripped beneath Our claws, suggesting We were being rather overzealous, but Teddy didn’t seem to mind. Instead, he wriggled impatiently as We dragged the ruined denim down his legs and over his ankles.

Finally free of its prison, We reached for his cock, only to discover it still hidden behind a pair of tight blue boxers.

We glared at them in offended disbelief.

How dare they stand between Us and Our prize?

Our expression made Teddy laugh, and We were only slightly mollified by the damp patch darkening the fabric near the tip of his prick. We slowly dragged Our fingers across it, and Teddy gasped and writhed. We lifted those fingers to Our nose and inhaled deeply. Saliva pooled beneath Our tongue, and Our eyes slipped closed for the briefest moment.

“Delicious,” We growled.

Having exhausted what little patience remained, We hooked Our claws into the fabric and shredded the offending underwear in a single movement. Teddy watched with wide, fascinated eyes as the tattered remains drifted to the floor.

But Our attention had already shifted elsewhere.

His length rested proudly between his thighs, his heavy balls hanging beneath it with the aching fullness of someone desperate for release. It was much smaller than Ours, naturally, yet perfectly proportioned to his lean frame. His foreskin had drawn back, revealing a flushed head glistening with pearly drops of precum. At the base, half hidden beneath his jumper, a neat patch of auburn hair matched the strands atop his head.

It was beautiful.

Mouthwatering.

Just like the rest of him.