Damien's POV

　　"Your Dad sounds..." Smirking down at her, I couldn't help but interrupt.

　　"Like a prick..." I loved how she tried to find the good in everyone, but seriously she would find nothing of the sort in my father; I knew she would realise that soon enough, but I didn't want her to think I was a chip off the old block, because I wasn't. Yes, I had a few of his undesirable traits, but I was my own person, with my own thoughts and feelings. Although I support him as a family should - I didn't agree with all of his actions, despite what others may think.

　　"That's because he is Red. I don't like him, and I don't trust him... Especially not with you... just to be clear." I added, all playfulness gone. I wanted her to realise I was serious; I would fight the world for her...Including my father. Jason... the wolves... the lot of them.

　　She was mine.

　　"Ours", Ares corrected me possessively, making me snarl at him; I meant what I said- she was mine, and I wouldn't share her, not even with him!

　　Watching apprehension dance across her face, I held my breath, knowing she was about to ask something; she had been building up to it since she had woken up. Tensing slightly as the words left her mouth.

　　"Do you know what I am?"

　　"Well, that wasn't what I was expecting." Ares snorted.

　　"Yeah, what were you expecting? Are you a wolf? Did you know about my parents? What does your father know? Was your father the reason I lost conciseness? The list goes on and on" I laughed at him, rolling my eyes.

　　"I have no doubt she will want to know all of the above, to be honest.. but I thought she would want to know why you hate the mutt she adores as much as you do!" he grumbled, retreating to the back of my head.

　　"Well, that would be an easier question to answer than this one... 'he is a cunt!' that's why!" 

　　With my arm draped over her shoulder, I paused and pulled her to my side. Looking down into those deep green eyes, I knew I could get lost forever, running my finger across her cheek, expecting her to pull away - She didn't. Instead, she leant into my touch, making me grin devilishly down at her.

　　"Do you know what I am, Red," I answered, snaking my hand around her waist and pulling her to me.

　　"I think so." She answered nervously, chewing her bottom lip, making Ares growl huskily. My fingers dug into the soft skin of her back. Raising my brow, my eyes darkened with desire.

　　"How many times do I have to warn her about biting that lip," I groaned to Ares, who snickered something sarcastic about her not taking me seriously because I hadn't proved I meant it.

　　"Yet," I retorted to him darkly.

　　Running my finger across her bottom lip, tugging it free of her teeth, I grinned mischievously, bringing my finger to my mouth to taste her, my eyes locked on hers, grinning further, seeing her eyes widen in shock at my boldness.

　　"I warned you, Red," I winked before nodding for her to answer my question.

　　"I heard Jason and Tommy say you were a demon; I wasn't sure if they were telling the truth or not but your dad..."

　　"We have established he is a prick!" I grinned, loving the sound of her giggle. Showing her my pearly whites, I pulled her closer, her body flush with my chest, making Ares Pur. "So you think I am a demon? Does it bother you?"

　　She shakes her head slowly after contemplating, which I am man enough to admit bothered me; I wanted her feelings towards me to be as strong as mine for her. I wanted her to have no doubts about me- like I have her. I don't want her to hesitate, but given the day she has had, I understood the experience with demonic creeps invading the sanctuary of her mind. The rational part of me got it- even if it pissed me off.

　　"Do you know what I am?" She repeated. I could hear her heart pounding against my chest, nodding slowly, giving her the answer she needed. I watched her face, finding myself shocked to see relief spread across her pretty features.

　　"Why didn't you say anything sooner?" She quizzed, her tone gentle, no accusation there. She was simply curious.

　　"Why would I?" I answered honestly; I had suspected she was an angel from the second I cast my eyes over her, but I knew for sure the morning I walked into her room at Alice's.' "It's your business, not mine; if you wanted me to know or talk about it, you would have brought it up sooner."

　　"Does it bother you?" She asked quickly, nervously even, grinning hearing her throw my question back at me; watching her, I could see how scared she was of my answer; I could smell the faint smell of fear seeping off her, smirking my eyes settled on those pretty plump lips. Fear wasn't all I smelt; it was mixed with the addictive smell of her arousal. Seeing her graze her teeth over her bottom lip, I groaned hungrily. She instantly let it bounce free from between her teeth, but it was too late.

　　Pulling her the rest of the way against me, my lips a breath away from her plump lips, I ran my tongue across the lovely curves of her bottom lip, sucking it into my mouth, nibbling the bottom lip with a smirk. Pressing my hand to the lower of her back, sensing her arch towards me, the other hand wound in her hair, tilting her head back with a triumphant smile catching her pout as I pulled away to look at her.

　　"Does it look like it bothers me, Red?" I breathed against her lips. My daring move flustered her, but she wanted this; she wanted me; I felt it in the way her heart hammered when I touched her. In the way she was looking at me now, all doe-eyed, but her biggest giveaway was her arousal filling the space between us.

　　With my hand gripped in her hair and her body tightly pressed to mine, I smirked down at her, giving her red curls a not-so-gentle pull. My eyes swam with the desire to hear her breathy moan.

　　"I asked a question, Red- Don't make me repeat it," I stated darkly, my tone changing with the lust I felt running through my veins. "Or", I started my green hues boring into her when she cut me off mid-sentence.

　　"OR?" She teased breathlessly, making me smirk knowingly. I could see her playful, cheeky side come to the surface; she was no longer a deer lost in headlights. Having had the reassurance she needed from me, it seems the game of cat and mouse has started. 

　　And I always win!