Demon Spelled (20 page)

IN THE DARKNESS
Lyx and Troz could see as well as in the daytime. Troz grinned at Lyx and mouthed, ‘Told you.’

Lyx nodded, wanting to storm to Sanja and hump her like a demon fiend. Troz had taken him aside during the unexpected family gathering and detailed what transpired while he’d been alone with Sanja. That she refused to accept her place disheartened Lyx.

Troz had made a suggestion and what he instigated felt like games. Lyx wasn’t much into games unless they involved sex and edge play. Sanja was their woman, and she needed to learn to accept her position. But he supported his spouse, and if Troz wished to try and prove a point to her, who was he to refuse? Even if forgoing the use of her body felt like torture.

“It was your choice, my sex-pet,” Lyx said to her question. “Go to sleep so I can fuck Troz.”

She worried her bottom lip while an adorable frown slashed across her forehead.

“Let’s go to the playroom.” Troz watched her as closely as he did. “Don’t want to keep Sanja awake with the noise we make.”

“It’s kinda fun watching y’all give one another blow jobs.” She sounded rather petulant.

Lyx chuckled.

“Not in the mood for an audience,” Troz said.

When the playroom had been first mentioned, she’d gone green with the idea. Then they’d taken her there and forced orgasms on her, but hadn’t really introduced her to the totality of the fun that could be had in there. “Maybe next time you’ll be more up to the challenge, my sex-pet.”

“And not so tired,” Troz added.

Together he and Troz walked across the room. Troz waved his hand over the sensor in the wall that would activate the door. After entering the room, they closed themselves off from her and watched Sanja through the see-through wall.

“She doesn’t like being left alone.” As rattled as she was, catching her thoughts was effortless. “Doesn’t like that we’re getting it on without her.”

“In less than a week, she’ll be begging us to fuck her.”

Lyx peered at Troz. “And if she isn’t predictable?”

“Then she looses the free will to choose. But trust me, she’ll be ours in her heart quicker if we give her what she wants.”

“She wants what?” He wasn’t sure Sanja knew her desires.

“The appearance of a choice.”

“Hmm….” Lyx pushed Troz against the wall and buried his face in the curve of his neck and shoulder. He licked the flesh, his senses igniting at his spouse’s salty taste. “She’s imagining me going down on you.” Going to his knees he ran his mouth along Troz’s cock. “I like her dirty fantasies.”

Allowing Sanja’s thoughts to guide him, Lyx sucked Troz’s dick into his mouth and didn’t stop until his husband came in his mouth twice.

ALMOST A WEEK
later Erica stood on the balcony chewing on her thumbnail. Instead of taking in the glorious beauty of Baal, she contemplated Lyx. His red head was bent over his handheld device. Every so often he swirled his fingertip over the screen. No idea what held his attention, she assumed it was work of some sort, although she had no clue what type of occupation he held. If any at all. Only Troz engaged in active work-type duties. Sometimes those were accomplished in his office and other times he left the home altogether. Today had been one of the offsite type of days.

“Something on your mind, Sanja?” Lyx didn’t look up, but continued to swirl his finger over the screen.

“Aren’t you reading my thoughts?”

All of his motions ceased, and he cut his eyes upward without tilting his head back. “You getting sassy with me?”

She shrugged, but as soon as she performed the gesture she decided she held no desire to play aloof. “I don’t know what difference it matters when you know my thoughts either way.” Troz had been pissed off the last time she gave him the honesty he demanded.

A heavy sigh shattered from her lungs as she peered at the landscape. No point in trying to explain when she failed to comprehend her own confused feelings anyway. She’d probably muck them up when she tried to relate them to Lyx. They hadn’t fucked her in five days. She grew more perplexed each day, even though she kept telling herself this was what she wanted.

But they bought her to fuck her, so why weren’t they? Was this the beginning of the end? They’d lost interest in her already? Not that she was surprised, but to be snubbed hurt more than she’d have guessed. Which made no sense when she didn’t want them. Did she?

“Sanja?” Lyx didn’t speak further until she looked at him. “Remember when I told you I’d punish you for not trusting me enough to voice your fears?”

“That’s not fair, Lyx!”

A lopsided grin tilted his lips as he stretched his long legs out in front of him and pushed the table aside with his foot. “So you keep saying and thinking. That’s seldom different in your human realm. It’s called life. Instead of focusing on the injustice of life, why don’t you try and accept the lot you’ve been given?” He paused long enough to settle his handheld device on his belly. His heavy gaze like anchors holding her in place. “Troz and I cannot alter what’s happened to you, but we are willing to offer you a full life. Maybe not the one you hoped for or envisioned, but a sight more than you already had. Neither of us will think less of you for relinquishing your pride and accepting us as your mates, your men. Instead we challenge you to step outside your comfort zone and claim us regardless that your society tells you it is wrong.”

Sound advice that would make her transition easier if she would embrace the concept. After nine days, it’d become obvious her mother wouldn’t rescue her. That meant they’d spoken the truth when they claimed she couldn’t leave and Sybil wouldn’t be her savior.

Erica sighed. What’d it say about her devotion to returning home when she wasn’t disappointed there’d be no dramatic rescue? That what bothered her the most was Lyx and Troz’s lack of desire for her.

“Sanja, we’ve refrained from claiming you as a show of faith. Not because we’ve grown tired of you. We will never grow tired of you. Never give you to another. Never eject you from our lives. The next time I have to repeat that, I’ll do it with my hand on your naked ass. I won’t tolerate insubordination from you on this one thing. Understand?” She nodded, and the hardness evaporated from his voice. “You’re ours, and we never discard what is ours. Never. Not once in the two thousand years we’ve been together. Don’t forget that.” He tossed his handheld on the sofa beside him. “Now, I would love a kiss. If you’re inclined to give me one.”

She wanted to wrap herself around him and ride him. But she couldn’t tell him that.

“Your wants are ours to fulfill.”

“Don’t read my mind.” Tired of repeating that, she rose from where she was seated on the balcony.

“I grow weary of your stubbornness and sass. Well, maybe not.” As she approached him, his green pupils expanded until only a slim bit of his orange irises remained. “I like both, respect both, but there’s a limit to what I’ll tolerate when it comes to both.”

Straddling his legs, she bent over and placed her hands on the back of the sofa on either side of his head. His scent infiltrated her senses and hijacked her libido, causing her pussy to clench with need. “If you were in my position, you’d never bend.”

He tucked hair behind her ear. “This is about you, not me.”

Smooth comeback. Without agreeing with her, he set the decision squarely on her shoulders. “Be honest. If you were in my shoes, what would you do?”

His breath puffed against her jaw like an erotic kiss. “Resist to the death.” He cupped the back of her head. “I really hope that’s not your intentions.”

She kissed him, set her mouth against his and tried to tempt him to open his mouth by parting hers. For whatever reason he refused. Erica pulled back just enough so her gaze could touch his. “Open to me, Lyx.”

A slow grin curled his dark-purple lips. Whatever game he played at, that smile announced him as the victor. “For what purpose, Sanja?”

“So I may seduce you, Lyx. And Troz too when he returns home.”

A breath later, she found herself lying on the sofa with Lyx settling over her. He tapped on his armlet and said, “Come home now,” when Troz answered the call.

His tongue was in her mouth a moment later.

A WEEK LATER
Troz pulled on his pants, and he contemplated Lyx who reclined against the headboard. Beside him lay a sleeping Sanja on her belly with one arm above her head and her hair in disarray. Her gorgeous ass a tantalizing view.

Lyx had one leg bent with his left wrist resting on his knee. An Arturo Fuente Hemingway cigar nestled between his fingers. One of the many luxuries his spouse enjoyed.

Smoke curled from the tip of the cigar into the air, as his lover’s right hand fiddled with Sanja’s hair. Troz liked how relaxed Lyx appeared, but pondered what his thoughts were as he gazed at their sex slave, his expression softer than normal. The serene demeanor on a demon of Lyx’s caliber, especially one who enjoyed blood sports involving lots of agony that ended in death, was truly remarkable.

“You won’t be long?” Lyx brought the tobacco to his mouth and inhaled.

“Only what’s essential.” Earth made his skin crawl, so he rarely visited the human domain. When he had no choice but to visit, he stayed no longer than necessary. “We were rough with her last night.”

Rougher than normal. They’d forced her to take them fast and hard, without any gentling. They’d ridden her ass, pussy and mouth, pushing her from one climax to another, until she pleaded with them to leave her alone. Those sweet entreaties served as their excuse to give her more of the same until she was compelled to beg for release and blacking out on the seventh orgasm. In her skin during the climax, Troz had joined her in the blackness for a brief moment.

The other demon exhaled the smoke and looked at him. “She liked our roughness.”

Fuck yeah she’d enjoyed herself. A lot. They’d given her mind-boggling pleasure. Troz suspected he was just a little addicted to being in her skin when she climaxed. Her orgasms were astonishing and it felt like his entire body detonated when she came. With their climaxes timed together, he became damn near mindless.

Troz buckled his belt and strode to the bed. He peered at his two redheads.
I’m a lucky fucker
. “I know she enjoyed herself, Lyx, but she’s human. That makes her fragile. After a week of nonstop fucking, we might want to go easy on her today.”

“I’ll bathe her in the healing waters like I do every morning. She’ll be ready again later for our cocks.” Lyx smirked, puffed on his cigar one last time, and then disintegrated the tobacco in a burst of flames. “I admit I want to play with her. See how far she’ll go to receive one small climax.”

After a while they had to wean her off the healing waters. “Trust me, there’s nothing small about her orgasms.”

“Bastard.” Lyx shot him a wink. “Must be nice to enjoy that with her.”

Troz laughed. “Probe her mind as she comes, and you’ll have some idea.”

He leaned over and put his mouth on Lyx’s, lingering over the kiss. He never departed without a show of affection. They were his way of demonstrating he cared. His spouse cupped the back of his neck and deepened the kiss, their tongues connecting and dancing in a familiar rhythm.

When they parted, Lyx held him near, and his thumb traced the underside of Troz’s bottom lip. “Maybe we should fuck each other today and let her watch.”

“Yeah?” Troz shoved his hand in Lyx’s flaming hair and jerked his head back. “How you want it, Lyx. You on your hands and knees with Sanja beneath you, as I fuck you hard until you cum all over her? Or you inside her while I fuck you? Or maybe you would prefer—”

Lyx shot out of bed and shoved him against the wall. Their gazes connected seconds before their lips did. They fought to plunder one another’s mouth until they were gasping for breath and Troz’s pants became too rigid in the crotch. Lyx lifted his head just enough to peer at him before kissing down his neck. Fuck, but he loved the way the other man felt against him.

Troz clamped his hands on Lyx’s ass and stared at his spouse, as he held him motionless so he could rub his leather-clad cock against Lyx’s pelvis.

Lyx groaned at the contact. In response, he bit Troz’s neck hard enough there’d be a bruise later. Before Lyx lifted his head to peruse him, Troz nipped his jaw. “You’re in a playful mood this morning, Troz.”

Fucking the mother of their future children had a way of amplifying his frisky disposition. “Indeed.” He gripped Lyx’s hair and reversed their positions. With Lyx’s back to the wall, he ground his pelvis against the other man’s, imitating the act of sex. Lyx hissed. Before his lover could touch him, Troz slammed his hands against the wall with Troz’s palms on Lyx’s wrists. When they fought for domination, their sex always turned rough. “When I return, maybe I’ll give Sanja lessons on what you like.”

Troz placed kisses, licks, and nips down Lyx’s chest and abdomen. Cupping Lyx’s balls, Troz wrapped five-fingers around the base of the bumpy cock. Troz licked the purple precum off Lyx’s dick, and the semen tingled on his tongue.

Lyx grasped the back of his head and Troz tensed. A moment later Lyx dropped his hands at his sides with a mumbled, “Forgot.”

Troz should be able to handle the act after all this time, but ever since his abduction as a child, when they’d tried to force him to perform oral on their Master, he hadn’t been able to tolerate anyone holding his head. He’d been beaten for refusing to perform fellatio and had almost died from the injuries. If that hadn’t been enough, he’d had his face held in the Lava Rivers until he passed out…not once, but over and over again. All because he refused to be raped by his captor. After he’d been rescued, he waited, matured, gained power, and then went after the son-of-a-bitch who’d kidnapped him.

How’s what we did to Sanja any different than what they tried to do to me?
That he compared the two as similar agitated him. Demons had the right to take humans, but demon on demon abductions were strictly forbidden.

Troz thrust the memories aside and sucked the head of Lyx’s dick into his mouth. The taste of Sanja’s cunt mixed with the taste of his spouse made for a powerful aphrodisiac. He curled his tongue around the crown, rotating as he added pressure to the length. His cheeks hollowed as he took his lover all the way into his mouth and down his throat. He withdrew to the tip, and went back down on him, maintaining a slow steady pace. Lyx’s sighs and moans were Troz’s remuneration.

“Goddamn, Troz, you’re going to make me blow.” His knees trembled, verifying the statement.

Making eye contact with Lyx, Troz slowly slid his mouth to the tip of Lyx’s dick. He curled his tongue around the head, placed a final lick to the slit, and sucked so hard that when he removed his mouth there was a popping sound.

Lyx panted. He went to grab Troz’s head, but caught himself at the last second and lowered his hands back to the wall. “Don’t fucking stop now.”

As consolation, Troz offered a lopsided smile as he rose to his feet. He nipped Lyx’s bottom lip hard enough to cut. He swiped away his lover’s purple blood with his tongue. “That’ll have you anticipating what I’m going to do to you later.”

“Teasing bastard.”

Troz winked. “Don’t take your sexual frustrations out on our sex-toy until I return.”

“I might.”

He kissed Lyx hard. “You won’t.”

“I might even record what I do to Sanja so you’ll squirm over what you missed.”

“You won’t.” Not that Troz would care if he did.

Troz tapped his fingers against his wristband and teleported from the room, straight into the entry-zone of Sybil’s demon doorway. The brown-haired witch seated on a stool at the cash register in her cluttered shop of sorcery was Sanja’s mother. The irony. Because of his history with the witch, he never would’ve guessed the two were related.

Without turning to face him, Sybil said, “You here with news about my daughter.”

“Do you have customers?”

“I’ve not opened for the day.” She turned to face him. With Sybil’s brown hair, brown eyes, and olive complexion, she and Sanja didn’t even favor.

Troz strode across the room to double-check the locks on the door.

“I expected Horace to make an appearance.” She crossed her arms over her chest, her gaze sharp. “Not you, Troz.”

To think they’d asked Sybil to bear them a child and now they claimed her daughter…the paradox! “Horace is incapacitated.”

She clucked her tongue at him. “Polite way of saying you’re torturing him. Fuck him over for me too, will you?”

He admired Sybil’s lust for vengeance, which was so unlike Sanja. “You’re daughter is safe.”

“Just to verify you’ve got the right girl, what is her name?”

“You call her Erica.”

“What do you call her?”

Troz gave her a flat smile. A demonic name held power, and while he doubted Sybil could use magic to bring Sanja back to her earthly dominion, he wasn’t taking any chances. “You know how this works, Sybil. Only the chosen may cross out of Baal alive, your daughter is not one of the chosen. Using your magic to snatch her back will end in your daughter’s death.”

Sybil shrugged, which meant they were at a gulf.

“She’s blocked to you anyway.” The slave-band would render Sanja invisible to everyone, including her parents. “Souls have exchanged hands, she’s been delivered to her owners, and has been fucked repeatedly.”

The witch bristled, and her hand resting on the counter fisted until her knuckles whitened. “I knew she’d cross, but not like this. Who has her, Troz?”

“That’s not important to you.”

“It’s very important to me!” She slammed her fist on the counter. “I’m her mother. I want her to be taken care of. I want her happy, and the only way she’s going to ever find those is if she’s with her men.”

“Do you know their names?”

Silence lingered between them. He suspected she gauged her words carefully. “I know what her men look like.”

Troz leaned against one of her showcases. “Do you have the ability to craft a magical photo of them?”

“Will you give me their names if you recognize them?”

Conversation with Sybil was never dull. “No.”

“Troz, this is my daughter!” She massaged her temples with her fingertips. “You of all people should understand. You want your own child.”

Unwilling to budge even a little, mostly out of fear Sybil would come after Sanja and somehow succeed in taking her back, he said, “I’m not known for my compassion.”

“You’re a callous asshole.”

Callous…oh, yeah, he could definitely live up to that description.

He presented her with a tight grin. “You’ll have to trust this
asshole
when I say she’s being well taken care of.”

They stared at one another a long while, until she finally looked away. She opened a drawer on her right and withdrew an opal ring. “This was Erica’s grandmother’s ring. Will you see that she gets it so she has something from her family with her?” She extended her arm, with the ring nestled in the palm of her hand. “Something to pass along to her own children.”

“No.”
She has a new family now, forgetting Sybil would benefit Sanja’s future.
Neither could he discount the possibility that Sybil had enchanted the jewelry.

Sybil’s jaw hardened. “Is that a no because you can’t or won’t?”

“Take your pick, the outcome’s the same.”

“All you demons are so goddamned difficult.”

Troz had nothing to say to that.

She hooked her hair behind an ear. “If you won’t give me any assurances to her welfare—”

“I told you she is in good hands.”

“Pardon me if I don’t believe you!” Slipping off her stool, she came around from behind the cash register and approached him. “I want proof of her safety or I’m contacting her father.”

Anger flared, buzzed in a red haze across his vision. Her mouth opened, and her eyes widened fractionally. He hoped he maintained his frabricated image, but he had difficulty controlling his magic when angry. “Try to remove her from Baal, Sybil,
try it.
”

Leaning against the counter, she held his glare without flinching. “You and Lyx own her.” It was more a statement than a question, and she didn’t seem to require an answer. While running her fingertips along her forehead, she exhaled slowly. “Thank God. I’d hoped, but didn’t want to come right out and ask. Can’t screw with fate, you know.” She gave him a wan smile, and he was left sputtering for something to say. “Did you know she was my daughter when you bought her?”