Chapter 68 The Demon Within

Chapter 68 The Demon Within
JAXON

She was breathtaking.

Standing there in her bathroom, her hair disheveled, her eyes wide with a mixture of fear and desire, Desiree was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen. The dim light caught the curves of her face, the soft glow of her skin, the way her chest rose and fell with each ragged breath.

I could stare at her forever, I thought. I could spend eternity just looking at her and die happy.

My heart was pounding. My hands were shaking. The bloodlust from earlier had faded, replaced by something else—something deeper, more primal. I wanted her. I needed her. I was consumed by her.

"You're so beautiful," I whispered, my voice rough. "Do you know that? Do you know how breathtaking you are?"

She opened her mouth to respond, but I didn't give her the chance. I stepped forward, my hands finding her waist, pulling her against me. She was warm and soft and perfect.

I knew she and Jett had something the day she came to our house in the city. But I was sure I was going to be the first man to deflower her.

I bet Jett thought he'd be the one. But that's the thing about being a succubus. We could strike at any moment.

I thanked all the gods and goddesses of Supernaturals that I did not have to share this day with my brothers. I knew that if they discovered I had taken Desiree's innocence without them, they'd be mad AF.

"I've thought about this every night," I continued, my lips brushing her ear. "Every single night since I met you. I've imagined your touch. Your taste. The way you'd feel in my arms."

"Jaxon—"

"Shh. Don't speak. Just let me feel you."

I lifted her. She was light in my arms, weightless, like she was made of air and starlight. I set her on the edge of the sink, her legs wrapping around my waist instinctively.

I trailed kisses down her neck. Her pulse fluttered beneath my lips, rapid and alive. She tasted like honey and something sweeter—something I couldn't name.

'This is what I've been missing, I thought. This is what I've been craving.'

But even as I kissed her, I felt it stirring inside me. The hunger. The darkness. The demon that lived in my blood, waiting for moments of weakness.

'Feed,' it whispered. 'Take her. Claim her. She's yours.'

I ignored it. I focused on Desiree, on the soft sounds she made when my lips found a sensitive spot, on the way her fingers curled into my hair.

'She's not yours to take,' I told myself. 'She's yours to love. There's a difference.'

Ever since the day I had the encounter with the dark vampire demon lord, the secret idrefuse to tell my parents or siblings, I'd not been the same. I ended up wrecking every relationship I had been in.

But the demon didn't care about love. It cared about hunger. It cared about power. It cared about the taste of her blood on my tongue.

'Bite her. Mark her. Make her ours. I have my plans. You're backing down on your own end of the bargain, Jaxon. Don't let me come to your filthy little academy. I WILL FIND YOU!!'

I pulled back, my breathing ragged. My fangs ached. My throat burned. The urge to feed was overwhelming.

"Desiree," I said, my voice strained. "I need you to tell me to stop."

She looked at me, her eyes hazy with desire. "What?"

"Tell me to stop. Tell me you don't want this. Tell me to leave."

She hesitated. The silence stretched between us.

I couldn't wait any longer.

I kissed her again, harder this time. She responded with equal passion, her hands gripping my shoulders, pulling me closer. My lips found her neck again, and I felt her pulse beneath my tongue.

Feed.

I pulled back. The voice was getting louder.

FEED.

I shook my head, trying to clear it. "I can't—"

But the demon was stronger. It surged through me, overwhelming my will, my control, my everything.

I turned Desiree around, pressing her against the sink. Her hands gripped the edges, her body arching against mine.

"I'm sorry," I whispered. "I'm so sorry."

I lifted up the hemming of her nightwear where I massaged her core gently. I didn't even have time to do the normal foreplay I was supposed to because I was afraid. Afraid that this demon would come to claim what was mine.

Afraid that I may unleash in a very scary way.

I flicked my fingers through her slit and she gasped. The gasp made the hairs on my body stand. Typical succubus. I was a succubus mixed with a vampire curse and this combination was lethal.

I stuck my pinky finger in her hole, making sure that she was ready for me and sure enough, she had widened up, her body was soaking with pleasure. Then I took her.

It was rough. Desperate. The demon was in control now, driving me forward, consuming me. I held her up against the wall, my body pressed against hers.

I kissed her neck. I bit her shoulder. I claimed her in a way that was primal and raw.

And somewhere in the back of my mind, a voice screamed at me to stop. To slow down. To remember that this wasn't about hunger—it was about love.

But the demon was too strong. Lovemaking didn't last as long as it was supposed to. I went a few strokes in and then.... I nutted inside her.

I filled my succubus vampire juice inside her blue little Elven pussy.

When it was over, I collapsed against her, my forehead resting on her shoulder. My body was shaking. My mind was reeling.

"Desiree," I whispered. "I'm so sorry."

She didn't answer. She just stood there, trembling.

I pulled back to look at her. Her eyes were closed. Her face was pale.

"Desiree?"

She opened her eyes. They were filled with tears.

"I'm sorry," I said again. "I didn't mean to—I couldn't control—"

"Just go," she whispered. "Please. Just go."

I wanted to argue. I wanted to explain. I wanted to tell her that I loved her, that I'd never meant to hurt her, that the demon inside me had taken over and I'd been powerless to stop it.

But I didn't have the words.

I stepped back, my hands shaking. "I'll leave," I said. "But I'll be back. I'll always come back for you."

I slipped through the shadows, disappearing from her bathroom.

But I didn't leave the hostel. I couldn't. I stayed in the shadows, watching her, waiting.

The demon wasn't done with me yet.

And neither was I.