Demon Spelled (22 page)

A breath later, Troz possessed her mouth, his tongue thrusting inside to slide against hers. He kissed her hard and with a purpose that felt like he was claiming her all over again, like he had with his body that first night.

“I want inside you worse than Satan wants to rule the world,” her human-like demon lover whispered against her mouth.

Not the most elegant of words, but they softened her heart, and her pussy reacted with throbbing. “What are you waiting for?”

“I haven’t the time. I have a meeting with Jakira in just under an hour about security detail for our upcoming dinner. She’s miffed you weren’t presented to her first, so it’s best not to be late.” He caressed her mouth with his before releasing his hold on her. “Sybil showed me a great many of your prophetic drawings. These that I brought with me were the only ones she had where you’d drawn us.”

“I have a bunch more that I kept hidden in my closet. I only framed the two of them. If you want them, I can tell you where they are so you can retrieve them.”

“You’re talented, Sanja.” Lyx motioned to the pictures. “I’ll hang them in our room. I want the others, Troz.”

Troz nodded. “I shall retrieve them.”

“Why’d you go see my mother, Troz?”

“You wept in my arms last night because you didn’t get to tell her you loved her and you worried about her fretting over you.” He shrugged as if it was no big deal. “Your heartbreak wounded me.”

Sanja wrapped her arms around his waist and hugged him. Another crack in the fortification she’d placed around her heart. “Thank you.” She sniffled, only then realizing she’d begun to cry.

“Why more tears?” He wrapped an arm around her shoulder, holding her snug to him, while tilting her head back with a finger beneath her chin. “I thought you’d be pleased.”

“I am. You went to a lot of trouble for me when you didn’t have to.”

Troz frowned, and she felt the warmth of Lyx leaning against her spine. They sandwiched her between them so often it served as comfort now.

“It was no trouble, Sanja. Only for you or Lyx would I go to any genuine trouble though.” He gave her a gentle kiss. “Now, I have gifts for you.”

“Really?”

Lyx chuckled. They both released her, and Troz presented the first gift. It was in one of her mother’s huge shopping bags. One-by-one she removed art supplies. Once it was all laid out, more tears hit her cheeks.

Lyx knelt beside her and ran his finger along the inside of her knee and halfway up her thigh. “I’ll sit for you so you can draw the
real
me instead of the one from your dreams.”

Sniffling, Sanja tried to pull herself together. “I would love that, Lyx.”

“I have one other present. Be right back.” Troz teleported out of the room.

“Is it my birthday and I forgot?”

Lyx kissed her thigh. “My sex-pet, consider your art supplies like my cigars. Necessities of life. Whatever you want, tell us and we’ll see that you get it.

She placed her palm on his cheek and ran her thumb across his bottom lip. “Y’all are good to me.”

“We sure are. We gave you more than seven orgasms just last night. All of Baal would envy you if they knew.”

The unexpected laugh ripped from her. “Gloat much?”

His grin served as his response.

A bark at the door indicated Troz had returned. Sanja whipped around at the sound. At the sight of her dog from her Earthly life, she squealed and leapt off the sofa. She barely got around the corner of the sofa when Zombie barreled into her. Going to her knees, she wrapped her arms around the mottled Great Dane’s neck. “I have missed you so much.”

“Sybil despises this beast.”

“Zombie hates her, too,” she muttered against the dog’s neck. In turn he licked her cheek.

“Zombie. What a name for a mutt.” Lyx chuckled. He didn’t seem to require a response so she just kept petting her dog. “We’re gifting human dogs now, Troz?”

Whatever Troz’s response was, it was silent.

“You’re going soft, husband.” Lyx sounded pleased by that.

“I am not.” Troz sounded a touch displeased by Lyx’s comment.

Hoping she wasn’t causing trouble, she looked up in time to see Lyx wrap his arms around Troz’s neck and plant a whopper of a kiss on him.

“I like the new you, lover. A bit mellower. Like it a lot.” Lyx kissed Troz again, going deep this time.

When they broke apart, Sanja went to Troz and placed her hand on the back of his neck. She pulled him down to her mouth. She thrust her tongue inside to twist with his. Mere seconds lapsed before he dragged her against him; fingers tangled in her hair and he tilted her head at an angle so that he could deepen the kiss. He took charge of the embrace and left her panting.

“Thank you for everything,” she murmured against his lips.

SANJA WAS IMMERSED
in a pencil drawing of her two guys when Troz returned from his meeting a couple of hours later. Going from memory on Troz while Lyx sat for her, she’d had little trouble recalling his features. She found herself looking at Lyx seldom because his characteristics were just as burned into her psyche as Troz’s were.

She rubbed her fingertips over the sketch, shading in particular areas. That’s when Troz entered the room, his expression unreadable, but his agitation touched her like a cockroach scurrying across her toes. Chills lanced down her spine, and she rose from her perch as he walked straight to her.

He peered at her artwork, silent and broody, his forehead grooved worse than the damage a spaceship could make to a farmer’s garden.

From the corner of her eye she caught the slight narrowing of Lyx’s gaze. “Trouble’s brewing, husband?”

“Later.” Troz plucked the sketch from her grasp, set it on the easel and drew her nearer to him. A slight dip downward and his eyes were on level with hers. With no forewarning, he wrapped his arm around her thighs and slung her over his shoulder. Breath fled her lungs when she landed on his hard frame.

Several strides later and he dropped her on her back on the mattress. Hands grabbed her thighs and spread her wide. He must’ve been unsatisfied with her exposure because his palms slid to the back of her knees and pushed them toward her body, maintaining the wideness of her legs. He kept pushing her legs up until her bottom lifted from the bedding.

“Grab your ankles.”

Sanja obeyed Troz’s command.

The blankness of his features contradicted the dark tenor of his tone. Something was amiss and she wouldn’t displease him for fear of retaliation. Punishment from him just once was more than enough. “Do
not
release them.”

“Promise.” She braced herself as the fingers of one hand spread her intimate lips and tugged upward, exposing her clit.

“Do not speak, Sanja.” Troz’s fingers circled her entrance. “Lyx, expand the dildo in her ass.”

Waiting for the expansion, Sanja bit her bottom lip. Two clicks and the toy in her bottom enlarged, but the bite of pain never came.

Troz cupped her pussy and rubbed up and down.

Fear over his intensity eradicated any pleasure. She watched as his silver skeins wound down his arm and buried into the flesh of her cunt.

“Make it larger.” Two more clicks and the first twinge of stinging arose. Sanja breathed through the ache, determined to take whatever he gave her. “More.” Another two and she whimpered. “Again.”

Three clicks this time and her anus burned at the expansion. “Troz, please, no more. That hurts.”

In response, he lifted his hand from her mound, his skeins dangling from his fingertips like a mini whip, and he smacked her pussy with the flat of his palm. She cried out, more in surprise than pain.

“I said….” Another whack to her intimate folds and she jerked. “Do
not
speak.” A final slap to her pussy. “Understand, Sanja?”

Biting her bottom lip, she quickly nodded her head. She’d pushed him once before, and his smack had burned her cheek then. But this…this was altogether different. Whatever ate at him wasn’t anything she’d done, but something else external or from within, and those slaps to her pussy weren’t painful. Oh, no, they aroused her.

“Good girl.” He trailed his skeins across her flesh. They tickled and tantalized. “Punishment for disobeying…you’ll take another three increases in the dildo.”

She scrunched her eyes shut, promising herself she could bear the pain without humiliating herself.

“Look into my eyes as Lyx opens up your tight ass.”

After taking a deep breath, she opened her eyes and stared into his black gaze.

“Increase it once, Lyx.” One click and she winced. Troz tapped the butt plug with his finger and she groaned. “Again.” Another increase drew a whimper from her. He smacked directly over the dildo, and she cried out at the pain that whiplashed through her bottom.

A fuzzy haze rimmed her vision as her body quivered and absorbed the pain. Suddenly it felt as if her being embraced the discomfort, owned the pain, and welcomed the ache like…pleasure.
Can’t be
…
can’t be
…because that’d be kinda sick, twisted, and a lot kinky. She wasn’t the kinky sort.

“She’s almost reached the state where her body has taken over.” She had no idea what Lyx was talking about.

“Look at the way her pussy is spasming. It needs a dick like she needs the edge of pain.” She wanted to ask Troz to can the crassness, but before she worked up the nerve, he said, “Give her the final increase.”

The tight muscles of her rectum screamed in protest at the last expansion, but she panted beneath the wave of ecstacy and agony.

“She’s leaking pussy juice everywhere.” She thought that was Lyx, but she couldn’t be sure. Even though she gazed in the general vicinity of Troz, she only
felt
the sensations they delivered to her.

“I thought she’d come for sure with that one.”

“Me too.”

Troz’s big palm landed on her cunt, stinging her flesh with the intensity of his smack…much harder than the others he’d delivered. The tips of his fingers landed on her exposed clitoris during the whack. Sanja cried out as a wash of pleasure assaulted her, riding her along the crest of an orgasm.

“That did it.” There was amusement in Lyx’s voice. “We lucked out with how receptive she is.”

“Indeed.”

Their conversation was like white noise, she heard the words, but could barely process them.

“You with us yet, angel?” Troz asked the question. Blinking, she nodded, and he chuckled. “No, you’re not.” He leaned over her, forcing her legs to her chest and stretching her ligaments. That jerked her out of the nether region of bliss. He kissed her, shoving his tongue into her mouth. Troz sucked her bottom lip into his mouth, and nipped the flesh before releasing it. “Lyx hold her legs into position while I eat her pussy. After she climaxes, I want you to fuck her as I fuck you.”

Troz didn’t wait for agreement from Lyx—and damn sure not from her—but just pushed up, rehooked his fingers at the top of her pussy lips and tugged upward, exposing her clit once more. Lyx gripped her ankles and held them firmly against her shoulders as Troz slammed his mouth down on her clitoris, sucking and licking without any gentleness. She groaned at the intensity and would’ve twisted away, but her men immobilized her.

“No speaking,” Lyx reminded, which was a good thing because she was on the cusp of begging Troz to give her a minute or to go easy on her.

No minute to catch her breath was given and no easy came. Just the slurping and sucking of Troz against her sensitive clit. She had no idea how long it took her to come. It felt like eons of torture as he worked over her delicate nub.

The orgasm took her unaware, and she screamed so loud her throat hurt.

Troz mumbled against her mound. “Come fuck her, Lyx.” His tongue swiped around her clit, and she jerked against him, keening at the extreme sensations. Palms landed on her thighs, and he held her legs in position. “Make it fast. I don’t think she can take much more of this.”

Lyx released her and scrambled off the bed, moving around to the other side where Troz tormented her with bliss.

“I want her legs over your shoulders.”
Gawd, Troz was in a bossy mood
.

Moments later, she found herself beneath Lyx, legs draped over his shoulders, and his massive cock squeezing into her swollen passage while rubbing against the butt plug.

“If she doesn’t get off with you inside her, I’ll punish
you
.”

Lyx turned his head to peer at Troz over his shoulder. “The fuck you will. When this is over, you’ll tell me what the hell happened.”

Troz grunted. “Shut up and fuck her while I watch a moment. We need a mirror.”

What’d they need a mirror for? Once Lyx was seated deep inside her and her cunt welcomed him with tiny squeezes, she forgot about the mirror. He planted his palms on the mattress on either side of her hips. “You’re goddamn tight with my dildo at full-expansion in your ass.”

She nodded, but not because of what he said but because Lyx felt so fucking good. Felt even better when he pulled all the way out and thrust slowly back in.

“Pound her pussy.”

Lyx turned his head to face Troz. “Since when do you call the shots?”

“Since right now.”

Her purple demon circled his hips, teasing her, as he glared at Troz. “You’d better have a goddamn good reason for this authoritarian bullshit or I’ll bloody you.”

Sanja caught the tense smile Troz gave Lyx. But then her purple demon focused on her and said, “Sorry, my sex-pet, but Troz seems to require different needs than I do tonight.”

He pulled out and slammed back into her, which was only the beginning of the pounding her cunt took.

For a long time, Troz stood at the foot of the bed with his arms folded over his chest and considered them like a man viewing the execution of an inmate. And strangely his coolness turned her on more.

“Stop,” Troz finally said, and Lyx rammed his cock so deep into her she grunted. He moved behind Lyx and pushed him down on top of Sanja. “You want lube, Lyx, or do you want it raw.”

Lyx traced one of her eyebrows, but spoke to Troz. “You know I prefer it raw.”

Sanja was appalled that he would take a fucking without lubrication.

Troz caught her gaze over Lyx’s shoulder just in time for his body to shift, thrusting Lyx against her. His stationary cock flexed inside her.

Her purple demon groaned. “Fuck.”

“I’m inside him, Sanja, while he’s inside you. What do you think of that?”

She opened her mouth, but at the last moment remembered he hadn’t given her permission to speak. She snapped her teeth together and shook her head.

“You may speak, angel.”

“I think you’re both perverted.”
And I’m perverted for thinking it’s hot as hell
.

They both laughed and somehow found a rhythm where Lyx was shoving into her while Troz was shoving into him. Lyx’s glazed eyes and soft expression told her all she needed to know. He liked it when Troz fucked him.

After a while, he cupped her chin and turned her head to face the mirror Troz had set up. “Watch us, my sex-pet.”

Troz gazed into the mirror along with her, but she didn’t hold his eyes for long. Not when the three of them were on display. The scene wasn’t just erotic, but beautiful. Three individuals enjoying themselves in different ways. It was so perverse, nothing she’d ever dreamed possible, but damn it was hot.

Lyx laid the side of his face against hers and held her gaze in the reflection. Only his hips moved as he thrust into her, each one punctuated by a grunt…she presumed because Troz was thrusting into him at the same time.

“You like being fucked by Troz?”

“Yes. Just as much as you like us fucking you.”

Talking ceased, and she focused on his thick length filling her over and over again. The sex lasted a long time. So long her legs began to cramp from their position. So long her pussy began to ache from the pounding it received. So long, they all three had rivulets of perspiration running along their bodies.

“Fuck harder, Lyx.”

Lyx paused, his eyes crinkling at the corners, but he obliged and rammed into her so hard she dented the bed with each thrust. And with each drive, tiny whimpers scrambled out of her throat. Bliss wrapped around her, heat snaking through her loins as she gripped the sheets for support.

Troz echoed Lyx’s thrusts, pounding into her purple demon, which increased his grunts. “Cup Sanja’s face,” he said against Lyx’s ear.

The straight line of Lyx’s mouth detailed his irritation as he turned his head to glower at Troz over his shoulder. “Got any other orders,
Master
Troz?”

A slight shake of his dark head. “Not right now. Do it.”

“Explanations are forthcoming, you bastard.” Lyx fed her more of his weight when he cupped her cheeks.

“Sanja, place your hands over Lyx’s.”