Ravage (Dance With My Demons, #3)

by Steph Macca

With all that in mind, it drives me insane thinking that we are now here. Is he even capable of love? Would he love her like I do? Or will he break her into a thousand pieces and make me choose? Because I know without a doubt, I'll choose her.

But Avery accepts me for who I am, allowing me to be the devil in her dreams and her nightmares.

"My fallen angel," Grey whispers, fucking me harder. "You fell right into the Devil's arms."

"I can't change the past. We all have a history. But Leah isn't someone you need to compete with. Even if she wasn't dead, there'd still be no competition. You're the one I love. You're enough."

Little Killer – You are my absolute everything. Everyone deserves the chance to love you too. So, if your heart belongs to three people, then that's okay. I'm not going anywhere, no matter what happens.

"Food is food," he says happily. "I'd prefer you sprawled out on the buffet, but this is good too."

Damon doesn't seem amused by my comment, his jaw tensing. "I'm on guard tonight. No one is going to bother you." I turn to face him, eyes scanning for his reaction. "Doesn't it bother you having to stay up all night?" "Not really. I'd rather know that you're safe than have something happen while I'm sleeping."

Why is it that the night makes it harder to hide our vulnerability? During the day, it's easy to pretend we are okay. There's something about shadows and exhaustion that make it that much harder to fight away the demons.

"Taste our girl," he says, throat bobbing as he grabs my jaw. Resisting the urge to laugh out loud, I open my mouth just as Grey spits into it. Avery lets out a startled, throaty whimper at the scene, and I turn my head to face her. "He's right," I say calmly. "You do taste fucking incredible."

He has a fair point, but still, taunting him is becoming my new favorite thing—after being with Avery, of course. Besides, what else can you do with your girlfriend's other boyfriend if not mock and make his existence a nightmare?

I hate that I can't do anything for him. If I was kept away from Avery, I'd end up breaking every bone in my hands trying to claw this door open.

"Show me," I say, curling my fingers inside of her. "Show me what you look like when you come. I want to make you come so hard that it will ruin your life in the best fucking way possible."

She was already untouchable before, tied to Grey and Ashwood, but now with my mark and protection, she's going to be on a pedestal beyond that.

Touch her and I'll make your nightmares seem like a happy place. I'll burn everything and everyone without blinking. They will beg for death because it will be the easy way out.

Damon sits down on a spare chair, giving me an amused look. I'm perched in his usual chair—the Cirque des Morts throne.

Pulling back from Avery, I grab her hand, leading us to the table. My usual seat is free, and I sit, dragging her onto my lap.

"You touch one hair on her head, and I'll put you six feet under right now."

That's my fucking wife.