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She must remain ignorant
to his emotional signature, his secret blood.
    So he did what he was good at.
    “Close your whoring legs,” Lucas said and hurt
swept across her features as she took in his feigned disgusted
countenance and she scurried to stand up and hide the proof of
their coupling, using her hands as strategic coverings.
    “I thought you enjoyed what we did...” she
began, those petal purple eyes shining.
    “I have enjoyed ending your virginity, and
fucking you whenever I get the urge... like any alley cat.”
    Alexandra flinched as if slapped.
    He laughed hollowly. “You know what I am,
Alexandra. I am a High Demon. We do not love. We do not mate. How
could you be naïve enough to presume you...” he looked over her
naked loveliness with the deepest regret of his strict lifetime,
“with your stark,” exotic and beautiful , his mind inserted,
“looks,” he said with derision and continued, “would be enough for
me to release those ideals?”
    Alexandra's shoulders fell and her lovely hair,
a color of rich red that was a few shades lighter than her skin,
fell forward like a curtain of shame to hide her face. The
beautiful violet of her eyes was shielded from the artifice of his
indifference that he so carefully wore for her benefit, her
ultimate protection.
    “Go,” he commanded in a growling whisper. “I
will call the next time I choose to fuck you.”
    Alexandra raised her face to glare at him. He
would have struck any other breeder who dared to look upon him with
that expression. But he could not bear to touch her in the violence
of his kind.
    “I thought you cared for me,” she said,
searching the hard planes of his angular face. Lucas remembered
with a sharp pang that she had once said how gorgeous he was, his
pale red skin and deep brown eyes, hair that exactly matched that
skin, his coloring highly coveted by females. His build was
unusually large, even for a demon male. They were the strongest of
the supernaturals. Only another mixed-blood of just the perfect
balance of lineage would be a threat. Or another Demon, of
course.
    Alexandra was utterly right, Lucas did care and
for that she must go.
    “I care about burying my Demon meat inside your
hot holes, Alexandra,” Lucas told her as if he spoke of the
temperature on the earth's surface, rather than its molten
core.
    She shuddered and turned to leave, putting on
her gown of pale violet. The panels were sheer across her ass,
pussy and breasts. Her nipples and sweet cleft were fully revealed
like delicate lines of fleshen heat he wished to find again.
    With his hands.
    His tail and cock.
    His tongue of ice.
    Lucas closed his eyes as she answered softly,
her deep red hand on the thick metal door, “They will fuck me now
that I'm out of favor with you. I have never been with another
male. Please... Lucas, do not let them.”
    Alexandra's fear was shards of glass sinking
into his tender regard he had buried for her.
    Lucas would never let another demon fuck her.
Yet, it would be a dead giveaway of his true feelings. He gave an
internal sigh.
    “Do not worry, whore breeder. You are too ugly
by far for the others to wish to bury their dicks inside you.” He
watched her cast her eyes to the ground and felt that pang again
but this time with bite.
    She walked quietly out of the room, closing it
softly and a low clank sounded behind her. The mild noise caused
Lucas to flinch and when he touched his face his hand came away
wet.
    Alexandra would ruin him.
    Unless he made it so he could not see or touch
her?
    And no one else could as well.
*
Constantine
     
    Con blurred from some of the oldest trees in the
forest, their girth effectively maintaining the level of stealth he
enjoyed keeping. He was not one to become complacent.
    Yet, he'd allowed Ember to slip away. Of course,
there had been a distraction in play.
    He spun to a small grove of skeletal trees that
kept their colored leaves through sheer stubbornness, unwilling to
give in to