My Sexy Demon

Chapter 2

~~Caity~~

Hidden calculatedly beneath a plant fron, on the other side of the clearing, is a demon. Full black wings, a sexy shirtless torso and steel grey eyes; staring back at me with intent. His eyes zone in on my figure, crouched low as my aim never shifts from the peacefully grazing doe. I can't help but watch him as his eyes travel my body, his pupils darkening in what appears to me as lust. 

Im so drawn to him, his gaze so heated as he watches me across the clearing. After a slow minute of unabashed ogling, I put my bow down and watch him, nodding towards the doe. He smiles sexily, and shoots it with precision as it pierces the heart of the doe, dropping dead instantly. After admiring the clean piercing of the steel arrow through the beautiful animal, I glance around to find my attractive opposite, but he is gone, nothing more than a whisper through the trees. I feel a ache of disappointment flood through me at his sudden disappearance, as I stand, walking over to the doe, brushing my hand over its soft velvety coat. I gasp slightly when a warm breath trickles down my neck, sending fiery goosebumps over my body. It wasn't hard to tell that he was behind me, by the fiery touch of his hand on my waist, his presence looming in this desolate forest. 

My breathing catches when he speaks, "Pretty dangerous for an angel to be hunting at this time of night, let alone hunting at all," he whispers, his voice like a comination of sex and lust, a passion so desirable that my knees weakened in response to him. I turn my shoulder to look, his deep grey eyes stare into mine, and I can do nothing but stare back, his touch and presence has me in a trance.

~~Alex~~

It wasn't hard to work out where Caity had gone, always attempting to hide the wooden bow beneath the low hanging comforter on her bed. She was out in the woods, alone, and when father had told me about the demon threats heard from the guards, I had worried for her.

Being her brother had responsibilities, unspoken responsibilities that an older brother had with a younger sister. She had always been a wandering girl, never satisfied with the protection inside the castle walls. On more than one occasion, she refered to our beautiful home as a prison, and in a way, her way, I could understand. She was free-spirited, like Grandpa had been. The bows he had crafted for us when were were younger was just the beginning of Caity's infatuation with freedom. The way she would stare out the gates longingly, like something was calling her, it only grew as she aged. 

Being the Princess was hard on her, but being the Prince was no easy feat either. Many women would come to the castle, desperate to be the one. Suitors came for Caity too, but being the defiant girl she was, always turned them down, and many would leave the castle out-raged or disappointed. 

As I walked out into the forest, my deep green eyes scouring the equally green vegetation for a sign of her. As my tall figure bent below a low hanging branch, I find a small twig, snapped along the path, and a thin piece of her dark chocolate hair wafting in the breeze. She was a fantastic marks-women, there was no doubt, but as for being discrete, that she lacked. I followed her carelessly left trails, determined to make sure she was okay.

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