Demon Spelled (24 page)

“You’re reading too much into the endearment.”

How could she not? Before this moment he’d only referred to her as ‘my sex-pet’. Each time he called her that it nettled, and made her feel like a common household pet. “Allow me my fantasy.”

“As you wish,
milien zariena
.” His eyes glimmered with mischief. “Now open your pussy for me so that I can make you come again.”

Once more she followed his instructions. He dipped fingers into her wetness and then spread the moisture around her clitoris. She moaned. At least the sensitivity wasn’t as strong as before. He worked fingers into her, pumping them slow, but avoiding her clit.

“That’s two fingers. My pointer and middle finger.” He bent his head and bit a nipple. “Brace yourself for a third.”

In anticipation, she clenched around him and he smiled as if pleased by her response. He removed his digits and shoved three into her. Sanja cried out, her back bowing at the sweet mix of pain and pleasure.

“You gave yourself the pain. Clenching your cunt caused it.”

The slight discomfort of his three fingers spearing into her was so good, but she needed more. More bite…and definitely an orgasm. “Will you please touch my clit?”

“No. You’ll take all four, because the moment I touch that sweet swollen nub you’ll shatter.” He scissored his fingers, and she winced. “Hurt?”

“A little.”

He fucked her hard then, driving into her, his knuckles slamming against her. “Squeeze my fingers,
milien zariena
.”

Gasping, she followed his instructions and yelped when he rammed all four fingers into her. Pain and pleasure mingled and expanded into something beyond her comprehension as he continued to ram them knuckle deep into her cunt. The wetness of their connection was loud enough to be heard over her gasping and mewling.

“What a beautiful sight to watch your tight cunt take all his digits, angel.”

They stopped moving, and she cried her dissatisfaction.

“Fuck yourself with my fingers, Sanja.”

Her gaze cleared for a moment on Lyx’s features. The drag of his fingers leaving her body made her desperate to have them inside her once more. She flicked her hips upward and those strong digits impaled her again. Not hard like when he controlled the pace, but the penetration was exquisite.

Satisfaction washed across his features as she continued to use him to pleasure herself. His thumb touched her clitoris.

She whimpered. On the second stroke of the pad against her nub, she threw her head back, arched her spine, and moaned her release.

But her hips kept pumping, and he kept stroking her clit, his touch growing harder, until another orgasm slammed into her. This one harder than the others. Suspended in a taut bow, she screamed as her body jerked, clenching on his digits.

Hot liquid squirt across her belly, but the pleasure ripping through her like a freight train slamming into concrete was too intense to process the wet sensation. Her vision grayed, and her ears buzzed. Blackness swept her away from the intensity of the indulgence.

“SHE’S FINE.” TROZ
removed his feelers from her flesh. “Too much pleasure for her brain to process.”

Sanja’s orgasms were mind-blowing. When she climaxed, it’d been too much for him to remain detached, and he’d shot his seed all over her stomach and breasts.

“Obviously, if her climax made you orgasm, too.” Lyx swirled his fingers through Troz’s cum, slicking her tummy with his ejaculation. “We’ve pushed her further than this before, and she never blacked out then. Why now?” He licked Troz’s seed off his finger.

Troz shrugged. “I’m guessing too much to process at once. We came at her strong.” He rolled to his back and rubbed his forehead with his fingertips. “
I
came at her strong. I scared her. Before she could catch her breath from my wickedness, you were shoving her back over the same cliff with fear, pain, and orgasms.”

“She enjoyed the pain.”

“Indeed.” Troz turned his head and met Lyx’s gaze. “When you smacked her pussy…holy fuck, Lyx, the sensation was beyond belief.” The bite of pain ratcheted her arousal into high-octane fuel for sensory overload. “And a little overwhelming for her.”

“She overthinks every goddamn thing.” Lyx ran a lock of her hair through his lips. “If she’d let go, she could enjoy all the sexual nuances we feed her.”

“There are three things against her when it comes to that.” His spouse elevated his red eyebrows and waited for Troz to explain. “One…virgin until we got ahold of her. She’s still processing the loss of her chastity and I imagine how we took it. I suspect that because she enjoyed it, that also gets in the way as well.”

Lyx made a face and nodded.

“Two…human witch. It’s in a witch’s nature to want to control everything. We allow her no control whatsoever.” The only decision they’d given her was to accept her situation and forget the life she’d planned for herself. Not much a choice really. “The humans also cultivate the idea that all sexual activity is dirty, while at the same time embracing it. Cannot enjoy deviant acts of sex without being a whore, so her guilt at enjoying what she thinks is perversion would be high. The hypocrisy astounds me. This is especially true in her Southern upbringing.” This proved humans were damned complicated. No wonder he made a practice of avoiding the earthly realm. “And three…probably the most important one of all, she’s angel. That race doesn’t fuck. Not ever. We both know Sybil didn’t engage in coital relations with Sanja’s father.”

“Immaculate conception. How fucking boring.”

Lyx could say that again. “Which means she would innately avoid sex. She didn’t reach twenty-three and still remain chaste just because of those bastards that teased her. That was an excuse, even if it was one she believed. She didn’t
want
to lose her virginity because it went against her nature.”

“Hmm….interesting conjecture.” A devilish glint entered his spouse’s eyes. “That just means we’ll have to fuck her angelic side into submission.”

Troz laughed. “Yeah.” Recalling his meeting with his Queen murdered all his amusement. “Speaking of angels. They’ve not paid a formal visit to Jakira—
yet
—but she’s received demands from high up about our little angel here.” He pinched the bridge of his nose. “They want her. Immediately.”

Lyx’s fingers stilled in her hair, and his jaw hardened.

“They’re dropping subtle hints that they’ll instigate war to retrieve her if we don’t comply.”

“What was Jakira’s response?”

“Fuck off, basically. But we both know it won’t end there. Of course, she’s on our side, but if they’re capable of showing some proof why they should have Sanja, Jakira may be forced to withdraw her support.” Being caught up in politics rankled when his interests were involved. He preferred to be the one making decisions for others. He’d built his empire on the backs of others and used weaker demons to rise higher in the ranks until he outranked every-fucking-body. Coups had been instigated based upon his recommendations. Assassinations of high-ranking officials committed on his suggestion. If Jakira thought he’d hand over their woman to save the peace between the two realms, she’d lost her goddamn edge.

“Sanja is ours.” Lyx’s voice held an uncompromising quality. It was the tone of the man who’d slaughtered over one hundred thousand angels and who knew he could take out another one hundred thousand when necessary. “They can have her only over my corpse.”

“On that we agree. I suspect it’ll blow up in our faces soon.”

Lyx reached an arm over Sanja and trailed his fingertips across Troz’s cheek. “This was what had you so worked up tonight?”

“Yes.” He caught Lyx’s hand and kissed his wrist. “Desperation to convince myself that she’s ours drove my actions. I’m sorry I turned it on you, as well.”

Lyx shrugged, dismissing Troz’s actions. All was forgiven. “She wasn’t tagged as an angel, Troz.” Not being ticketed negated the angels’ claim on their offspring…unless they could prove the demon that tagged her should’ve known her identity. “That’s the only defense we need. We wouldn’t even have known she was an angel if we hadn’t tasted her blood.”

“I provided Jakira with that information. She suggested we ensure Sanja conceives immediately.”

Lyx chuckled. “Whether she conceives or not, won’t be from lack of trying.”

Troz smiled. He placed a kiss on Lyx’s palm. “I thought I could remain emotionally unattached, but I fear I’ve got too much of my human-witch grandmother in me. I don’t think straight when it comes to Sanja. The way I feel when I’m with her, inside her, making her come….” A weary sigh bled from between his lips. “I’m exhausted from trying to fight the…
soft
feelings
.”

Silence descended. And Lyx’s features were devoid of emotion as he gazed at Troz.

What must his husband think of that confession? In the eyes of other demons, it’d make him less of a demon. Some might even decide to make a play for his rank.

“Of course you would feel protective toward her. That’s natural.” Lyx pushed up on his elbow and withdrew his hand from Troz’s cheek, an obvious sign of withdrawal. He went back to painting one of Sanja’s nipples with Troz’s blue semen.

He shook his head at Lyx’s comment. “It’s deeper than that. More extreme. And difficult to explain. The idea of those goddamn angels getting their hands on her alarms me and makes me desperate to keep her. I fear this…this…emotion or whatever it is, weakens me. If this is love—”

“Demons cannot love.”

“I’m not a pureblood demon like you.”

Another long pause as Lyx took the time to bend over their woman and lick the cum off her nipple. He raked his teeth over the hard bead before he lifted his head. “If you’re capable of love, Troz, I will be jealous if you love her and not me.”

Not the response Troz expected, but the statement told him what he needed to know. His secret was safe with Lyx. He grinned at his spouse, emotions flooding him at his partner’s support.

“Your secret is safe with me, husband.” A suck to the same nipple, hard enough the suction made a popping sound when he released the bud. Sanja moaned, her eyes slipping upward in a lazy flutter. “However, do not allow others to know of this or they may believe you’re weak.” The look in Lyx’s eyes implied he’d kill the fucker who thought that.

“I don’t need your protection, Lyx.”
I can handle my own affairs, but I am wise enough to keep this to just us.

Lyx nodded and turned his focus on Sanja. “Wake up,
milien zariena
. I wish to play more.”

“The warmth that fills her when you use that endearment leaves her wishing for more than you can give her.” Troz pulled his skeins out of her flesh.

His husband swirled his finger in the cum and brought it to Sanja’s lips. As she sucked it off his digit, he cut his eyes in the direction of Troz. “Maybe you’re not the only one who can feel more than he should.”

“Wh—” Sanja cleared her scratchy throat. “What happened? The last thing I remember is climaxing and then nothing until now.”

“You blacked out.”

Her eyes widened as Lyx fed her more cum.

There was something insanely erotic about their woman consuming his seed. “Until you allow yourself to let go sexually, you’ll continue to black out.” He withdrew his finger and cupped her face. “I know you feel guilty for enjoying our
perversions
, but there is no sound reason for your shame. Own your wants and desires. You’ll be liberated if you do, and the pleasure you’ll experience…Mmmm.”

“Angel, trust us to care for your sexual pleasure the way we care for your physical requirements.” Troz kissed her temple. “Trust.”

She peered between them as Lyx released her. “I’ll try.”

“Good.” Lyx shifted so he could run his forked tongue up the center of her belly. “Time to play.”

Sanja shuddered.

Troz hoped her physical reaction was in anticipation of what was to come. Just because she’d blacked out didn’t mean they’d suddenly go easy on her. Oh, no, just the opposite. They would push her harder to get past her fears.

HOURS LATER, SANJA
lay sprawled across Lyx’s chest, her hair tickling random areas. Her face was buried against his neck, and her soft breath puffed against his skin. Lyx wanted to remain inside her body. Wet, soft, warm, and even tighter with the dildo in her ass. He could believe paradise a real location when he fucked her and Troz. The idea of experiencing, feeling, and receiving love wasn’t as farfetched as he’d once believed.

He caught sight of Troz over her shoulder. As if he could read Lyx’s thoughts, Troz smiled, a satisfied grin, not a gloating one. His spouse left his position and lay down beside them, capturing Lyx’s lips Troz kissed him. A soft, happy, contented type of embrace.

Troz parted from the kiss and ran his fingers along his jaw. “She could be conceiving our child right now.”

He expected Sanja to tense over that statement, but she didn’t even acknowledge it.

“Yes,” Lyx said. He hoped she was. He didn’t even care which of them she conceived a baby with first. Just to have a mini-demon that was theirs would satisfy him.

Troz combined locks of Lyx and Sanja’s hair and ran them through his lips. “You allowed her to come too soon. I wanted to watch her beg some more.”

“You do things your way, and I do them mine.” Lyx ran his claws down her spine, each vertebra clicking against the purple tips. “But we could play with her together in a bit and see how much we can make her beg.”

Sanja groaned, her first response to their conversation.

Lyx chuckled, and Troz grinned. Their armlets buzzed, and an orange light glowed around the band signifying a request for an emergency meeting with their Queen.

“Sorry,
milien zariena
, we’ve been summoned to an emergency meeting.” Lyx combed his fingers through her hair as she lifted her head to peer at him.

Troz leaned over and gave her a quick peck on the lips. “We’ll return soon, angel.” And then his spouse was out of the bed and pulling on his pants.

Leaving her body and putting her away from him proved difficult. As he dressed, he ogled her.

She lay on her back, arms above her head, with her hair in chaos across the mattress and her body. Legs slightly parted, their purple and blue seed discoloring the bald folds of her pussy. Her nipples were puckered, saluting the ceiling, and she appeared drowsy, well fucked, and sated.

Once his pants were hooked into place, Lyx leaned over her and brushed a lock of hair off her forehead. “While we’re gone, rest and rejuvenate for later. I’ll break out some toys and play with you for a long,
long
while.” He trailed his talon along her bottom lip, pleased when she didn’t flinch from fear of being cut or protest the idea of him using toys on her. “If you require anything…food, drink, whatever, tell Fairy.”

She nodded.

He kissed her nose and turned to Troz. “Ready?”

“Yes.” Troz tossed a wistful glance in Sanja’s direction. The sooner they returned, the better.

Lyx adjusted the tones on his wristlet to take him to
Highness Hall
where Jakira resided. They should’ve departed straightaway rather than saying their goodbyes to Sanja. Their Queen rarely summoned them, and when she did it usually indicated trouble brewed.

“You think it could be the goddamn angels?” Lyx wanted to be snuggled in bed with Sanja as soon as possible.

“Anything’s possible.”

A matter of seconds lapsed as their bracelets transported them to
Highness Hall
straight into Jakira’s receiving room. There weren’t many who were trusted enough to bypass the inspection process. They were among the few. Together they entered, side-by-side as they strode toward their Queen.

Their leader sat on a dais attired in a white ankle-length dress, beaded with diamonds. Black vipers twisted about her head, the only hair she’d ever possessed. She’d been likened to Medusa more than once. Disliking the comparison, Jakira had slaughtered the Greek bitch. She was the daughter of Satan, but she had started this realm several millennia ago when she wearied of her father’s war with their Creator.

When she greeted them with a tight smile, her pitch-black eyes sparkled with white pinpricks reminding Lyx of the earthly evening sky. “Your arrival took longer than I anticipated.”

“We were otherwise engaged.” Troz held her stare, no inflection in his tone.

Jakira was the builder of Baal, and she ruled with an iron hand, but they were huge assets to her control. Alliances she couldn’t afford to lose.

Pondering her unusual moodiness, Lyx surveyed the room. Tension snapped his spine straight the moment he spied the archangel. Yep, the goddamn angels were at the root of the problem.

Baal maintained a harmonious relationship with Heaven, a few angels were allowed in for various purposes, but never to reside. That an angel was present on the heels of Troz’s meeting with Jakira earlier, could only mean one thing…they’d come to claim their woman.

Over my dead fucking body
.

Jakira nodded at the angel. “You know Michael.”

Troz inclined his head, while Lyx declined to acknowledge the statement. As a reply, he settled on glaring at the archangel. One of the most uptight motherfuckers that lived.

“Michael has come to retrieve his
daughter
.”

Lyx cut his eyes in Jakira’s direction just in time to catch her elevating her eyebrows.

Fuck me
. Michael was Sanja’s father. Nothing could’ve prepared him for the knowledge that she carried the genetics of an archangel. They were the most deadly and powerful of the lot.

“Can’t have her.” Troz maintained a neutral tone. “She wasn’t registered as nephilim. We weren’t aware of her angelic origins until
after
we sampled her. By law that leaves you with zero entitlement.”

Sampled her blood, not her body, but truth and evasion were fine lines in Baal. Telling a lie was impossible, but Troz hadn’t prevaricated.

“Do your superiors know you fornicated with a witch?” Lyx eyed the heavenly do-gooder. They could spread their seed among humans, but witches were off limits to angels.

The corners of Michael’s eyes crinkled as he narrowed them.

Jakira leered.

“Doesn’t matter.” The angel’s lofty demeanor grated on Lyx’s nerves. The entirety of his race erroneously believed they were superior to demons. “She’s my daughter. A nephilim. It is forbidden for demons to own them.”

Troz shrugged. “In some cases. That she wasn’t registered makes all the difference. Got an issue with that take it up with your do-gooder father. He made the rules on this issue, not us.” He finally looked at the angel. “She’s
ours
. Bedded more than once”—the angel flinched—“and likely already conceived our child. If you come for her, you angel-fuck, you better bring a host of comrades with you.”

“Won’t help you, though.” Lyx was the fighter, Troz the policymaker, but that didn’t neutralize his power or make him any less formidable of an adversary. They’d fight to the death to keep her. She was their woman, theirs to protect, and would eventually be the mother of their children—if not already. That meant she’d become as vital as breath to them. “Although I admit I will enjoy taking down more of you feather-fucks.”

Michael glared at Lyx, but spoke to Jakira. “Keeping her violates the pact you made with Heaven.” The angel faced their Queen. “Release her to my care forthwith or I’ll rain wrath down on Baal until it no longer stands.”

Jakira laughed and rose from her seat. The white pinpricks in her eyes expanded, detailing her anger. “Flyboy, you dare to come into
my
domain spilling lies and threaten me?” The vipers about her head united, rising and twisting, spitting their anger. “Lyx here”—she motioned to him—“singlehandedly slaughtered more than one hundred thousand of your kind.”

“One hundred thirty one thousand plus to be somewhat precise.” He could’ve tacked on the extra three hundred and thirteen, but that was just bragging.

Jakira smirked. “I like my odds, Michael.”

“Allow the girl to choose.” Michael apparently held no shame for his actions and wouldn’t give in too easily. “She’s been kidnapped, raped, and God only knows what else.”

“Sodomy,” Lyx said straight-faced for no other purpose than to agitate the angel. “Oral sex. Double penetration. Butt plugs. Pussy spankings. Lots and lots of it all. Lots and lots more kinky shit to come.”

“You sadistic freak!” Anger pinched Michael’s lips into a garish streak of white. “You defile purity.”

They defiled no one. She was theirs, they gave her pleasure, and she’d submitted to them. Lyx had taken a step in the direction of the holy-roller when Troz stunned him with his reply and halted his stride.

“I’ll allow her to voice her opinion, but Michael remains in the room and is identified as her father.”

Lyx glanced sharply at Troz. What the hell was he up to?

A leer twitched one corner of Troz’s mouth. “I’m certain she’ll detail how we’ve
defiled
her.”

“It would be unwise to distinguish me as her parent.” A flash of a nervous glint hit the holy fucker’s eyes, and he was back peddling a moment later. “We’ve never fully met. It could be traumatic for her to discover her origins so callously.”

“No more traumatic than being kidnapped, raped, and defiled, wouldn’t you say?” Jakira extended him a saucy grin. “Which one of you will retrieve her?”

“I will.” Lyx looked at Troz, and his lover nodded. He faced his Queen. “She was languid, sated, and drowsy after being well-fucked when we left her. I might have to rouse her before dressing her, but I will return as quickly as possible.”

A devilish twinkle sparkled in the pinpoints of light in her eyes. “Languid and well sated? Yes…being raped and defiled has that affect on me also.”

A strangled sound emerged from the angel.

Lyx chuckled at his leader’s prod and glanced at Michael with a ‘
yeah, take that honesty you prudish fuck, and shove it up your ass sideways!
’ expression. He departed the room wearing a satisfied grin on his face.

When he entered his bedroom, Sanja remained on the bed in the same position they’d left her and she slept. Her breasts rose with her soft inhalations. Legs parted, the evidence of his and Troz’s seed coated her thighs and cunt.

He despised waking her. He’d been rough with her. Maybe too rough too soon, but she’d responded, and the sharp lash of pain had culminated in her release more than once. He’d been pleased when she hadn’t retreated into the black abyss again. But she needed her rest.

Lyx retracted his claws and ran the tips of his fingers along her forehead. “Sanja,
milien zariena
, wake up.”

Her eyelids fluttered. A peek at her beautiful green orbs and they slid shut once more.

He caressed her cheek and called her name again.