Corson's POV
I had craved her in a way that was altogether inappropriate, even for a demon.
It was her scent that always caught him just in time, after all this time, she would always be is prey.
The hunger was nearly undeniable. The need to run my claws over her soft flesh. I felt my eyes glow bright red as my body instantly responded to her presence.
Need, the demon in him cried.
"Stand," I commanded her as I walked her from the throne room "under no circumstances are you to return to this room."
"Why," she challenged in a way that made my jet black claws sharpen and his blood boil.
Why does she insist on questioning our authority, his demon side was deeply dissatisfied. Punish her.
"Corson," a voice called from the third throne to the left of mine.
Shit.
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Thrones of Hell *Book One*
ParanormalFour kings. Four crowns. Four rulers of the underworld. Four men cursed in unimaginable ways. ~~~~~~~~~~~~ Four angels for four devils. One forgotten, one cursed, one bitter, and one burned. Four chances to claim the throne. ©2017
