The Demon's Temper

Sebastian couldn't even remember the last time he'd laughed, the sound foreign in his ears. He was thoroughly enjoying this time with Victoria.

Even with his body throbbing with desire he found the strength to remain in control. He'd nearly lost it when he saw her imagining his bite. His fangs had physically ached with the thought of marking her. As Victoria sat across from unknowing, he'd waged an internal war just to keep the demon caged within his mind.

Hell, even the man in him was struggling not to take her.

Can't ruin this moment. Victoria was being so trusting with him, conversing with him freely. He found that if he kept his gaze on her it seemed to focus him, quieting the demon within and its brutal instincts.

After a moment his inner demon quieted.

With his demon firmly locked down Sebastian could appreciate other aspects of Victoria aside from her beauty. She was intelligent, amusing, and beyond cute. He could become addicted to this woman.

Shaking his head he said, "No sharp objects. I'll keep that in mind."

Victoria rubbed the back of her neck bashfully. "Good idea."

"So, what else have you learned about my kind?" he asked. At first he'd been nervous and slightly pissed that she'd been trying to figure out what he was. Now he was more curious on what her reaction would be. What will she do when she learns I'm no better than a mindless killer?

Victoria thought for a moment before saying, "Well, I've narrowed it down to either a death demon or a berserker."

His body tensed, but he forced himself to breathe and remain calm. "Why those two?"

"Well they are both pretty big...ah...physically."

She was blushing again, her skin flushed right down to the tops of her breasts. His hands twitched. Would her skin be hot under his touch? His eyes focused on the pulse of her neck, beating an erratic tempo. He ran a tongue over a fang, imagining her taste.

His fists clenched, claws nearly drawing blood. Never in all his centuries had Sebastian so much as considered marking a female. Now he was fighting not to pin Victoria down and bury his fangs into her soft neck.

Focus. "Keep going," he commanded huskily.

"It said berserkers were the power house of the demons, like the strongest physically. Death demons are the oldest race," she paused, "I don't think you're a death demon though."

She knows. "Why not?"

"Well, it said they're very rare. And that they can only be killed by another death demon."

Death demons were the fucking apocalypse, killing everything in their wake. Before the realm fell, death demons went to war among themselves. Some believe it was their war that killed the demon world. Thankfully, few remained. "All true. The legends of the Grim Reaper originated from death demons. In the old times they would perform mass reaping's and their main weapon is a scythe."

She visibly shuddered. If that bothered her then what did she think of him? At least death demons had some sort of purpose. He killed for the pure enjoyment of it.

"Then you're a berserker," she whispered.

"Yes."

She looked at him a moment before tapping her chin. "That makes sense."

He just stopped his jaw from dropping. She's not running in fear or looking at me with disgust? "What do you mean?"

"The book said berserkers were controlled by the demon within your mind. That when you go demonic you get...bigger...and full of rage. That you're brutal killers."

"Yes." His voice was wrecked. Any minute she was going to run.

She leaned closer. She was actually moving towards him! "So, is that you in your demonic form?"

Fuck! He jumped to his feet with a snarl. This wasn't right. None of this was right. Why didn't she fear him? Was it some kind of trick?

She peered up at him in the darkness, her eyes wide. They were brown, a deep coffee brown, with a black circle around the irises. They were beautiful. "Sebastian?"

"Are you not afraid, little female? Do you not regret being claimed by one like me?"

"I...no..."

No! "I fucking bought you, like a piece of meat, for sex. Does that not bother you?"

Her brows knitted with irritation. "If you'd bought me only for sex then we wouldn't be talking."

Damn her.

She continued, "And I knew what I was getting into when I agreed to the auction."

"And you now belong to me," he snarled possessively. "Forever." Reaching out he gripped her hair in his fist, just stopping himself from yanking her head back and devouring her mouth. What would she do if she felt his fangs with her tongue?

"Yes." She peeked up at him. "Unless you decide to let me go."

He stiffened, jerking away from her. She wants to leave me. She did despise him. He was a fool for ever believing it could be otherwise. The rage boiled inside him, unhindered.

"Ready to leave me already, female?" he sneered. "Have I not cared for you?" He gestured around the room. "Have I not provided you with a beautiful room? With warm meals?"

"Yes. I didn't mean-" Victoria jumped as he leaned down close.

"Did I not give you pleasure?" he asked with a low growl.

"Yes," she admitted timidly, "and pain."

He snorted before moving away from her. "What do you expect? I am nothing but a monster. You're lucky I didn't just kill you then."

She stood and faced him with a scowl. She was actually standing up to him! His mind reeled, torn between rage and awe.

"I don't believe that," she said firmly.

He whipped around, his cloak billowing behind his back. "What?" he snapped.

"If you were nothing but a monster you wouldn't have...you wouldn't have..." she stammered to a halt, as if too embarrassed to go on.

I should take her again. Hard. Now. Fuck, he wanted too. Reaching out he snatched the front of her nightgown, pulling her towards him. "I wouldn't have given you pleasure? Is that what you wish to say?"

She swallowed and blinked up at him. "Yes," she whispered. "And you wouldn't have cared for me afterwards," she added quickly.

"Cared for you?" he bit out angrily. "Make no mistake, I am a monster. Do not ever believe otherwise. I could rip you apart without even trying."

"But you didn't..." she argued.

Why was she fighting him on this? She should be cowering before him, not purposely trying to start an argument.

"Have you no concept of the danger you're in?" he snapped. His hand wrapped around the back of her head, yanking her roughly against him. At the feel of her lush body pressed against him a deep growl sounded in his chest. "Do you not realize what I can do to you?"

Her lips parted as her eyes shot wide and he knew she could feel his cock against her, throbbing to fuck her little body. "I do."

"Then know your place, female," he growled, spinning her around and pressing up hard against her ass. He rolled his hips, humping her from behind like a fucking animal and not caring. She moaned and he nearly roared with satisfaction at the sweet sound.

Damn this woman, she would drive him mad.

"Sebastian," she keened.

"Did you like having my cock inside you?" His breathing harsh Sebastian rumbled in her ear, "This is why you're here, Victoria. So I can fuck you again and again."

She shook her head. "That's not true."

So stubborn! He shoved her away from him with a snarl. Victoria stumbled, catching herself on the edge of bed. "I should punish you for your insolence," he snapped.

"You wont hurt me," she declared confidently.

He turned on her, his body shaking with fury. The demon within clawed for freedom and he struggled to control it. "The only reason you are alive is because I will it to be so!" he shouted. "I take care of you because you serve a purpose. And you would do well to watch your mouth. Perhaps I should toss you in the dungeon like an animal. Would you like that?"

She paled. "No..."

"Never speak of leaving to me again. You are mine! I will use you as I see fit! And you will never leave!" The last was said with a roar so loud it shook the very room.

Victoria dropped to her knees, covering her ears. The sight infuriated him even more. He roared at her again, slamming his claws into her nightstand not inches from her head. She gave a soft cry as the wood smashed into bits.

Snarling with satisfaction he leapt from the room, slamming the door behind him.

AN: Well that didn't go well...