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388 pages, Kindle Edition
First published March 14, 2023
I was their dove and they were my demons— and we were the freaks of nature who had found love where no one else could.
“I want her.” The silence in the room was murderous. James’ eyes darkened, his brows drawing back together as he looked at me. “You’ve never wanted a human before.” “I’m aware,” I said. “But when I licked her tears, all I could think of was how I wanted to taste her instead. To make her scream out in…different ways.”
I looped my arms around his neck, gripping his soft shirt. It reminded me of what a pirate might wear, with an open neck and long sleeves with a frill— but then there was the black leather corset that hugged his torso. Even monsters looked divine in corsets. I shook the thought away, my head spinning.
“Are you an angel?” I croaked.
“Yes, once upon a time you were nothing more than food to me. You were my prisoner. And I wanted to hurt you. I still…want to hurt you sometimes, but I am doing my best not to because I’m finding—” I began to slide my hand between us, pressing my fingers against her heat. She gasped, the sound music to my ears. “I’m finding that I like pleasing you more than hurting you.”
“For all of the things I have done to you, I will not ask for forgiveness. I enjoyed it all. I am a monster, a villain, a creature that belongs in the very pits of hell. I do not feel sorry for the pain I have caused you, only that I didn’t cause you happiness too. If you wish to cut out my heart, it would please me that your hands would be the one to wield the knife.”
“I want you to make sure Irene survives,” James said. “Even if we don’t. You’re stronger than Charles or me.” “I will make sure she does,” I whispered. “But I’d like for you to live. I’ve only just discovered how entertaining your cock can be.” James’ lips tugged up into a dry smile, his antennae twitching. “As if I’d bottom for you, Morte.” I shrugged, looking back out over the buildings. “Survive and we’ll find out.”
“I hate you,” I gasped as the head of his cock pressed against me. “I hate you even more,” he snarled. “And yet you're dripping for my hard cock, little dove.” “Fuck you,” I groaned. “You will. And hold onto me tight, I’m not going to be gentle.”
Charles was one of the only creatures that I felt anything for. He infuriated me, but he also made me a better leader. It didn’t hurt that he was a good lover either.

❝Your situation is dire, little dove, and while I might be your cage— I am also the only one that keeps the outside world away from harming you.❞