K A Knight - [Her Monsters 01] - Rage

by Knight

  Almost, but not quite.

  “Demon,” I greet and it hisses. The black mist, which occurs when a demon is summoned and contained within a space, swirls and starts to burn as a man breaks through the darkness.

  The lights flicker before coming on, remaining dimmed above him as he smirks at me.

  “Minotaur,” it mocks, its voice distorted for a moment as he flickers back to his true form before settling into that of a middle-aged, attractive male. Probably one of the souls he has killed and kept.

  Demons can appear in whatever form they want, depending on how powerful they are. Lower ones can only appear in their hellspawn form, but the more powerful they are the more forms they have. This one is clearly powerful, and it wants me to know it as it steps forward, changing to that of a brown-haired woman in the same breath.

  “It seems you have pissed off the witches.” It spits the name, no happier than I was to have been trapped by them. Demons live on a different plane, they are content enough to stay there with the odd break through to ours, but witches, the summoners, learned how to harness their powers and actually call them through the breach. The first couple of times the demon killed the summoner and returned to their own world, but the summoners soon got a handle on it and now they are theirs to control. I should know, it was my queen who ordered them to do it.

  “It seems you are their slave,” I respond, turning so my back is to the cockpit and I brace my legs. Demons are unpredictable, forceful, and a fucking pain to try and kill.

  There are only three ways. You break the bindings and sometimes they will let you live. You kill them, which only a magically enchanted blade can do. Or you send them packing back to their world, which only witches or magical beings can do. Seeing that I don’t have a blade and I can’t send them back. That leaves me with the first option—negotiation. Something I hate on the best of days.

  His face morphs back to its true form before settling back into the man, but that flash tells me all I need to know. It hates being trapped and it hates the witches.

  Stepping forward, I meet it in the middle. It watches me curiously, its snake-like eyes flickering.

  “I’m betting they summoned you and trapped you in their coven, their own fucking monster to kill for them,” I say conversationally, and the fire that starts in its eyes lets me know I am right. “I know, because they did the same to me.”

  “What are you saying?” it asks, tilting its head.

  “I am saying, I will break your bindings, but you will not attack me or any on this plane. You will go back to the witches who imprisoned you and kill them all,” I offer bluntly and it laughs, throwing its head back as the sound echoes around the space like nails on a chalkboard. I hear the humans cry out and I feel blood drip from my own ears, but I don’t move to wipe it away. I let it fall as the demon looks back at me with interest in its eyes.

  “You would trust me not to kill everyone on this plane?” It laughs.

  “No, I would make a binding with you,” I inform it with a snort.

  Its eyes widen before they settle and a grin stretches across his face. “You are clever, you know demons.”

  “I know monsters,” I reply and it laughs again.

  “I would think so, seeing as though you are one of the greatest, the beast of Cornacadia.” It steps back, standing down.

  “Do we have a binding?” I growl, sick of games.

  “Yes, yes minotaur. I will not kill any of these people or you, and you shall release me so I may return to those doomed witches and kill them all.” It changes back to its demon form, licking its lips at the thought of the witches’ deaths.

  Its black horns are so large they almost meet in the middle, with a ball of flames constantly moving between them both. Its eyes are small and slit like a snake’s. It has no eyebrows or nose, and just two small, thin lips. Its ears are pointed and stretches out like a fae, and its skin colour is a mix of black and red.

  They don’t look like the ones you see in movies or books, they are terrifying, and most humans can’t stand to look at them without wanting to claw their own eyes out. Even now, I step between it and the humans to make sure they don’t. I can’t have a blind pilot, now can I?

  I nod and it holds out its hand and I can just about see the glimmering of the magic binding it. I am really hoping this works since I have never tried it before. Gripping my sword, I touch it lightly to the band on my arm before raising it and bringing it down on the magic holding it.

  I am thrown backwards as it breaks. Clutching my sword, I quickly jump to my feet in case it still tries to attack. All it does is rolls its shoulders with a murderous grin on its face before it salutes me, and with a pop and the smell of sulfur, disappears.

  The lights come back on and the plane heats up. Shaking out my arms, I sheath my swords and turn to the pilots. I kneel and undo their bindings.

  “Let’s go,” I order, before turning and taking my seat at the back of the plane. I close my eyes as a small smile plays on my face. I can almost hear the screams and pleas of the witches as they die.

  Ray’s house looks like a drug den. For someone who makes so much money from selling and betraying humans, you would think he would live somewhere fancier. I guess it makes it easier though, no one will bother to look and they will ignore the screams.

  The outside is dirty and covered in graffiti, and the once white paint of the two story, detached house is fading and rotting. The front garden is overrun and looks like it’s never been looked after. The driveway is empty and crumbling.

  “Are you sure this is the place?” I ask Griffin.

  He’s behind me, lurking in the shadows, while Nos stands by my side.

  “Yes,” he snaps.

  Arching my eyebrows, I look over my shoulder at him and give him a warning look, before turning back to the house. I step off the curb, make my way around the dimly lit road, and up the drive. We are on the other side of town, even past the warehouse district, and it’s obvious no one cares about anything out here. Maybe that’s why he chose it.

  With no other options, I knock on the door politely and wait. Nos and Griffin stand at my back, a god and a genetically engineered assassin, I wouldn’t open the door either.

  Frowning, I raise my fist and knock again.

  “Someone is coming,” Nos comments, and when I look over at him he taps his ear. “Ears of bat, eyes of an eagle.” He winks.

  I grin and turn back just as the door opens, revealing the man I’m guessing we are looking for. Blinking, I do a double take. I expected a guy similar to Marco, but this guy is nothing like him at all.

  Craning my neck back, I stare at his scarred face. Well, shit. So many scars criss-cross on his face, like he was pushed into a barbed fence, that I give up trying to count them. His left eye is slightly droopy and his lips are pressed in a thin, tight white line. His head is shaved, and a skull tattoo runs all the way around, from what I can see.

  His body is similarly as huge, encased in a black, long-sleeve top and jeans, with black army style boots on his feet.

  “Ray?” I inquire, because really, he looks like he should be called Blade or some scary ass shit.

  “Who’s asking?” he demands, his voice rough and deep. He sounds like he smokes ten packs a day.

  Looking behind me in confusion, I point at my own chest, playing dumb. “Me, I would be asking.” I smile and flutter my lashes, but his eyes only narrow on me, not once sparing a look for the men at my back.

  “What the fuck do you want, whore?” he spits out and I blink, taken back.

  “How rude, do you kiss your momma with that mouth?” I sass, wanting to lean forward and prove what a little bitch I am. I’m betting he would be faced with my monster side.

  He steps forward, right into my space, and smirks. “If you want some cock, fuck your way through the city. So tell me, why the fuck are you at my door, calling me a name not even my brother dares call me?”

  Hmm. To cut off his balls or not to cut
off his balls? This dude is really pissing me off. If it wasn’t for the fact I know I need him alive, I would have already jumped him.

  “Listen up fuck face, if you want to measure dicks then do that with your buddies. Now, I suggest you let me in before I get bored and decide to make you,” I reply sweetly.

  He scoffs, crossing his arms and glares at me.

  “My mate has a tendency to rip people apart...or kill them. She’s not fussy, so let us in before I get a front row seat to the bloodbath,” Nos remarks, and I wink at him over my shoulder. When I look at Griffin, I see that his eyes are locked on my ass, perv.

  “You have three seconds to decide, no wait. I’ll make it five, you look like you’re a slow learner,” I taunt. Lifting my left hand, I pop down my thumb. “Four,” I count calmly.

  He glares, blocking the doorway. I pop down another finger. “Three.”

  “Two.”

  He shifts, reaching for the weapon no doubt concealed at his back.

  “One,” I growl, and fling myself at him.

  He stumbles back, trying to avoid me, and trips over the step, going down hard. Crouching over his chest, I let a growl rumble out, certain my eyes are turning black while I grin at him.

  “Your eyes! Your, uh, teeth!” he yells, and I sit back on my haunches and look at the guys for clarification.

  “You have fangs, Little Monster.” Nos winks and shuts the door behind them both.

  “Huh, that’s new,” I reply before jumping up.

  Grabbing the guy by his shoulder, I heave and pull him farther into the living room before throwing him on the couch. I circle the couch and press my arm across his neck as I look at Nos and Griffin. Then, I let everything go, going full monster as I lick up the man’s face.

  “He tastes weak, do you think we could make him scream?” I murmur, and he starts to fight me, but even with all his muscles and strength, I pin him with one arm.

  Griffin leans back into the wall, watching me in amusement. “Why don’t you try?” he challenges with a grin.

  “With pleasure,” I purr, and circle back around the sofa until I can straddle Ray’s lap.

  His eyes fly wide as he searches the room, obviously confused about what’s going on. I stroke his face and lean down until our lips are nearly touching. “You are going to tell us whatever we want to know, aren’t you, Ray Ray?” I coo and he glares at me, his hands grabbing my hands and squeezing. I don’t even wince, instead, I grin.

  “Fuck you, crazy,” he sneers.

  Griffin growls. “Only I get to insult her,” he warns and I laugh.

  Seems my mate is getting wound up and a part of me wants to push him further. So that’s exactly what I do. I lean into Ray and seal our lips together. He tries to fight me, but I grip his cheeks and keep him still while I pull on the light, the soul inside of him. It’s tainted and dark and so fucking delicious. Moaning, I writhe on him as I feed. The man’s struggling gets weaker and weaker the more I take.

  “We need him alive,” Griffin points out helpfully, and I lift my head and pout at him where he’s now watching from behind the sofa, closer than before. Eyes on his, I drop my lips back to the man’s again, and Griffin growls. “Vasculo,” he warns. I want to push him, I want to see if he will stop me, what he’ll do. He thinks skinwalkers are below him, maybe a little part of me wants to disgust him, or see if I can.

  Griffin pushes away from the wall, and the next thing I know he disappears into black mist before appearing behind me. He grabs my head and pulls it back, and the man under me gasps, sucking in breaths and shaking.

  Griffin growls and I meet his blue, swirling eyes in the mirror and my own face, with black eyes, reflects there as well. He wraps my hair around his fist and tugs back so my neck is stretched in a thin line, and the pain makes me moan.

  “I said no,” he growls.

  I fight his hold and he swears before reaching down and throwing me over his shoulder. He spins me around and I watch as the man slumps before falling to the floor, throwing me a pale-faced, terrified look as he cries and he tries to crawl away, but Nos blocks his exit.

  “Why don’t you calm our mate down? I will make sure this parasite doesn’t die.” I grin at Nos and he blows me a kiss as Griffin strides through the hallway back to a different door. He kicks it in and I only catch a glimpse of a fancy office before I’m thrown onto a wooden desk.

  Laying back, my legs parted, I watch as he glares at me. That swirling mist still circles him, obscuring my vision of his legs and arms, and his eyes sparkle blue as he watches me. “I told you, we need him alive,” he grits out, his hands slamming on the desk next to me, pinning me in.

  I relax into the wood and grin at him. “So?”

  “So, you can’t fucking kill him! Control your fucking instincts!” he yells, his face red.

  “Like you do?” I ask sweetly, and he sucks in a breath before glaring down at me, his face set in a warning.

  “Vasculo, I mean it. Do not push me, not right now,” he growls, his voice guttural, and the next thing I know his wings have burst out of his back. I look at his arms next to my head on the wood to see them shaking.

  He’s fighting himself, trying to control those instincts that he accused me of giving into, but I was in control all the time. I wanted to see what it took for him to lose it, and it looks like I’m about to find out.

  Reaching up, I grip his cheeks and lift his face, wetting my lips at the death and destruction I see in his eyes. It’s like the night before, when I found him hurting himself. I can almost taste the madness, and I want more.

  He turns his face away as the shadows in the room trying to conceal his face from me and I growl, gripping it harder and turning it back to me.

  “Or what?” I grin, showing him how little I care about what he is. I want him, that’s all there is to it.

  “Dawn,” he warns, those eyes like lightning, shooting through the room.

  I want to find out what it feels like to be in the middle of his storm.

  “Coward,” I prod, and it does the trick.

  He grabs me from the desk and I gasp as it feels like the whole world is spinning. Looking into his eyes, I see the mist swirling around as he moves us across the room. My back meets the bookcase hard and the mist retreats. His hand darts out, curling around my neck and squeezing as he growls, his eyes completely blue now.

  “I warned you.” He grins, and jerks his head to the side before looking back at me. Nothing but madness lives in his gaze now, just like last night, but ten times more and I moan, winding my legs around his waist as his wings flutter behind him, blocking all the light and the rest of the room until all I can see is him.

  He squeezes harder, cutting off my breathing, and leans in as he licks up my face like I did to the man out there. “You are mine. I wanted to rip the fucking beating heart out of that man for tasting you,” he whispers seductively, sounding so sweet as he breathes his madness across me.

  Gasping in the little air I can, I close my eyes as he licks my lips before biting down on my lower one. His hand loosens enough for me to suck in air before it tightens again. He licks where he bit, and when I roll my lip in, I can taste my own blood.

  “Thought you didn’t care and you don’t want me, remember?” I tease breathlessly.

  “Mine,” he growls and bites my neck, making me moan.

  I laugh and he grips my throat and smashes my head back, making me grin as he glares at me. Even now, it seems like he’s fighting himself on whether he wants me or not.

  “Prove it.” I grin and reach up to his shoulder, dragging him closer.

  Stroking down his back, my hands brush against where his wings meet his skin and I stroke it. He groans, thrusting against me.

  “Vasculo,” he warns.

  He squeezes my neck harder and glares at me, while I bring my hand around and skate it down his body until I cup his hard cock in my hand. Dots appear on the edge of my vision as he cuts off my air, thrusting into my hand at th
e same time. Leaning closer, he bites along my shoulder before growling and reaching out, ripping my shirt down the middle so my bra is exposed.

  He grabs one of my breasts and squeezes hard, and my mouth opens, trying to draw in a breath to moan. He yanks down the cup of my bra and sucks one hard nipple into his mouth, laving his tongue over the still sore bite marks from last night.

  Swapping to the other side, he sucks that nipple into his mouth before pulling back and blowing on it. My vision is seriously fading, but I refuse to fight him. He wants that, he wants an excuse for me to push him away. Instead, I pull him tighter with my arms and legs.

  Even as I can feel myself passing out, I hold on until, with a growl, he rips his hand away and I suck in air, then he smashes his lips to mine. Groaning into his mouth, I inhale his breath as he tangles his tongue with mine. He yanks his mouth away and drops me to the floor, spins me, and pushes me into the bookcase with a bang.

  Gripping the shelves on either side of my head, I moan when he kicks my legs open. He reaches around, unbuttons my trousers, and pushes them to my feet before tearing away my panties. Bare before him, I shiver in need. Loving this.

  “Yes,” I moan, pushing back into him.

  He grips my hair again and turns my face so he can see me. “You ever touch him like that again and I will rip his beating heart from his chest,” he threatens, and I push back again.

  He slams me into the bookcase, the pain mixing with the pleasure as his other hand reaches down and cups my bare pussy. “I mean it.”

  “I know,” I gasp, rubbing against his hand.

  “And they say I’m the crazy one,” he murmurs, kissing my shoulder lightly as his finger delves inside me, teasing before pulling out. He rubs my clit and has me gasping and moaning in no time, but he pulls away again. Keeping that orgasm out of reach.

  He growls and pulls me away from the shelves, and then throws me over his shoulder as he mists across the room. Draping me over the desk, my ass in the air, he grips my hips and drives into me in one smooth move.