Claimed by the Demon Knight: Book One by Cryptic Fawn Read Free Book Online

metallic smell, letting himself travel upwards past Elsi's well-endowed chest until his nose met the crook of her neck. Instinctively, he nipped at the vulnerable flesh with sharp teeth, and his tongue flicked out to taste the blood he'd drawn.
    The sensation of the witch’s fresh, warm blood in his mouth made Tenuxhal's own blood jump in his veins in response, lusting to revive the fight. He licked his lips, cleaning away the layer of saliva that had begun to flow like a river. He wanted to dominate her, to rule her. He turned his head so that he was staring with hungry, dilated eyes at the side of Elsi's face, listening to the quick shallow breaths passing through Elsi's slightly parted red lips.
    He could to anything he wanted now, and there was not one goddamned thing Rhoads could do about it.
    Tenuxhal withdrew Zareite and placed the sword beside him on the floor. Then he slipped his free hand around Elsi's slender throat and squeezed tightly, feeling a cannibalistic rush of hunger as he felt the thready pulse labour to pass beneath his fingers. There was absolutely no reaction from the witch, except that, Tenuxhal noticed, she was beginning to turn blue. He released his grip and drew his hand away as he realized how feral he had just gone. He always went wild in battle, raging and bestial, but this felt different. His mind had moved away to a darker, more primitive place that even he wasn’t used to going. Christ, before now he didn't even know there was one.
    He snapped his mouth shut as he suddenly realized that he was panting as his eyes raked over the witch's body. It was maddening how badly he wanted to consume her. She smelled fucking delicious.
    "Shit." Tenuxhal sneered and growled, pulling back and showing his fangs in a primal gesture. He was pissed off to hell and beyond, his thirst for battle still raging inside him even in his silence. There was no motherfucking way he was going to let Elsi get out of a real honest-to-goodness epic fight to the death just because she went and got her dumb ass knocked out.
    And despite his apparent penchant for Tempests, deep down Tenuxhal really wanted to finish this the old fashioned way. He hungered for it, imagined it, feeling the vibration of his blade as he plunged the razor sharp steel through those muscles and soft fat, sinking Zareite into that soft abdomen and then ripping it back out through those same witch guts, tearing across bone and flesh, and pulling with it Elsi’s anguished cry of pain. And then consuming her, innards and soul.
    Yes. Yes! Hell yes! He had a hard-on just thinking about it. Elsi wouldn't be allowed to die without looking into Tenuxhals's eyes, and knowing that her death was directly by the knight's own hands.
    Still draped over his prey, Tenuxhal put his mouth up to Elsi's ear and whispered in a rough growl, his lips brushing the blue flower piercing as he spoke.
    "This isn't good enough, Rhoads. You and I, we aren't even close to finished yet. You owe me a whole hell of a lot more that that." He grabbed her by the chin and then pulled back an eyelid with his thumb.
    "You weren't hiding your energy, were you, you stupid shit? How did you get so damned weak? Huh? I didn't come all the way here to fight some fucking weakling." He snarled. "Do you hear me, Rhoads?" He glowered daggers down at her, but Elsi's eyes had rolled so far back up into her skull that Tenuxhal couldn't even see a trace of hazel. He growled in annoyance. Elsi was completely unaware of him. It was just like the bitch to go sucking all the fun out of things for Tenuxhal.
    "Che." He frowned and sat back on his haunches, resting heavily on Elsi's knees, not in the least bit concerned with their questionable position at the moment as he considered his options.
    He could leave the girl here broken and bleeding to die. She would probably be rescued by her precious archangel friends. They could fix her ass up and Tenuxhal could fight her again later, but that couldn't be counted