Brolach (Demon #1) by Marata Eros Read Free Book Online

eyes took in how the wind bit and hollowed out the side of the two man tent that stood flanked by two huge evergreens. He wrinkled his nose at the smell of the cedar, rich and dank of the forest that ruled here- alive. Lucas hated that smell, it assaulted his nostrils, was an insult to them as well. But for the scent which rode underneath he would have turned away from the noxious burn.
    Females were in the tent.
    Ripe and ready for him to plunder. His hand gave an especially sharp pulse of writhing pain, the tendons and muscles jumping and moving with the struggle to heal outside of Hades.
    He needed this decadence. For without the task of sin against flesh, this wound would disallow his reign of terror against the female he sought. Lucas could not come against her without this advantage.
    Lucas moved toward the opening of the tent as his fingers met the cold metal of the zipper. It slid along its pathway, meeting the arc at the other side and he surveyed the interior where two women lay curled against one another.
    He had that moment of perfect clarity that only true silence and stillness of time can give.
    Then the screaming began.
    Lucas grinned and stepped inside the tent.
    He didn't bother with closing it.

5
     
    Heather's eyes popped open, sleep struggling to keep her like reluctant fingers. She was floating that in between; somewhere in the first two deep hours of sleep- where reality and consciousness are uncertain. That's why Heather didn't react quickly at first, her eyes trying to make sense of the creature that filled the soft entrance to their tent, a finger that appeared so dark a red it was a black stripe of color against the side of the hole he poured himself through.
    Because whatever he was, he was male. From her vantage point on the ground, his hanging genitalia looked like a large swinging and ominous pendulum of scarlet flesh. Heather knew instantly what he was before her vision cleared, the last vestiges of sleep sliding away to true wakefulness.
    Her lungs filled with the pure cold air that preceded the demon into the tent and she executed a shrill cry of warning, her girlfriend beside her, Trisha, sat up like a plank of wood, she looked around like a half-lit zombie and saw the huge male demon and her screams matched Heather's.
    “Quiet, human female,” he hissed, a tail rising behind him and brushing the interior roof of the tent. Trisha quieted, mesmerized like a cobra in front of a snake charmer.
    “ Fuck you, demon,” Heather said in a voice low and full of warning,  of preordained knowledge.
    “ That can be arranged,” Lucas said in a smile.
    Heather's girl weekend roughing it had just gone from rough to harrowing. She bounced to her knees, smashing her palm into the demon's nose and heard a dull crunch. He swung and Heather fell backward from the momentum as the mark of his palm stung her cheek where he'd slapped her. It'd been a light slap, but it tripled her vision, the world inside the tent streaming in shades of gray.
    “ Lie down, female,” he said to Trisha and she lay down.
    “ Don't... fight him ,” Heather said, her cheek swelling.
    Trisha stared at Lucas vacantly, then turned that empty stare to Heather and she shivered when her friend's personality fled eyes she knew so well. “I don't want to,” she said and moved to lie down.
    “Spread your legs, whore to the humans,” Lucas said and Trisha didn't just open her legs but parted them until her sex was open and pulsing for him.
    Heather began to cry then, on her side and helpless. Trisha was now in the middle of this. He was too strong, too evil... her unshakable faith had fled before his brutality.
    But God had other plans.
    The small necklace she wore at her throat began to heat, a manifestation of what she was. The cross, the size of half her thumbnail, burned in a pleasant heat. All that glorious blue-ish white light tried to bleed through the thin tee she wore over her naked breast, her panties bare to the beast in