Demon Spelled (7 page)

Erica’s body tried to explode, but Troz’s command wouldn’t allow the defiance.

Damn the slave bracelet! Damn them for denying her release. But she loved what they made her body feel.

Lyx cupped her chin. “You may come, my sweet, sweet sex-pet.”

Troz wrapped his arms around her as if to brace himself for an atomic blast.

She screamed as the climax washed over her. Her men pistoned into her as if they wanted to merge with her body. She screamed again as a second orgasm chased the first away and left her trembling between them.

“
Fuuuuck
!” Troz came, his semen a warm rush in her rectum as his thrusts slowed until he was snuggled to the hilt inside her, not moving, with his breathy pants filling her ear.

Only Lyx continued to pummel her. Hard, as if he’d imprint her on Troz physically instead of the way they’d affixed themselves in her soul. “Give me one more climax, Sanja.”

No way, that was possible. The way her body throbbed around their erections, she couldn’t possibly come again. But the way he rubbed her clitoris quickly, while staring into her eyes, with his breath puffing against her lips…her libido surprised her by rising to
his
desires.

She tried to grind down against him, but couldn’t with the way Troz pinned her…arms around her waist and his dick in her ass. Lyx was forced to do all the work. Half a dozen jabs of his hips with the full length of his cock leaving and entering her body, she screamed once more as the release slammed into her by surprise. The first clench of her pussy around his dick and Lyx bellowed as he came, washing her with his hot release into her channel.

Erica collapsed. Troz buried his face in the curve of her neck. She dozed.

When Lyx withdrew from her body, she flinched awake, with no idea how long she’d been sleeping. Troz rubbed her hip and flexed his, exiting her body. She winced, both holes sore, but too exhausted to take stock of her various aches and pains she succumbed to slumber.

Sometime later, eyes scratchy from lack of sleep and groggy from exhaustion, her men woke her to a darkened room. Erica lay on her belly, legs splayed and fingers in her pussy.

“That hurts,” she muttered against the sheets.

“Hurts or sore?” Troz asked from her feet area, the fingers in her stilling.

“Sore.” No point in lying. If he were in her skin, he’d know the truth either way.

“On your knees, sex-pet.” Lyx scooped her hair into his hands as Troz slid his arm beneath her belly and up between her breasts. He elevated her to her knees, aligning her spine with his chest. His hard cock butting against the wet folds between her legs.

“I want to fuck your pussy.” Troz sucked on her earlobe.

“And I want you to suck my dick.” The shifting of the bed indicated Lyx’s movements. “Will you refuse us?”

They were giving her the choice to say no? That was a far cry from earlier. But…she was too drowsy to deny them. Yeah, she’d go with that excuse. “No.”

“Thank you,” Troz whispered against her ear, before bending her forward to her hands and knees.

Lyx guided his cock to her lips and as she took him into her mouth, Troz thrust into her from behind. She groaned around the fat, bumpy length on her tongue, but her surprise at Troz’s abrupt entry didn’t slow the pummeling he gave her. In the dark, only sensation ruled. Their pleasure and hers, so she worked Lyx’s dick over allowing his sighs of enjoyment to guide her in what he liked. With her cheeks aching from sucking his fat length, he finally fed her his release, an odd tasting thick brew that she swallowed without request. It burned a path to her belly, where it warmed her from the inside out.

He rested on the mattress afterward, pulling her down on top of his chest, leaving her ass in the air.

Troz’s grip on her hips held her in position, as he rammed his dick into her repeatedly.

Lyx ran his fingers through her hair, his other hand running along her back. The beating of his heart soothed her, until she felt the familiar twinges of her approaching orgasm.

Whimpering at the slowness of her forthcoming release, she clenched his sides with her hands.

“Don’t fight for it or against it, my sex-pet.” That nickname sounded more and more like an affectionate term. “Just let the climax happen.”

Easy for him to say when he wasn’t the one on the verge of flipping to mindless ecstasy. Troz’s lunges grew fierce, driving her into Lyx, his thick cock spearing her in this vulnerable position over and over again.

She turned her face into Lyx’s chest and cried out as her orgasm took her.

Troz coated her insides with his fiery release. Moments later, he collapsed on the bed beside them, with his finger running the length of her arm from shoulder to elbow. “You okay, Sanja?”

“Yeah.” Better than okay, she was fantastic.

Lyx adjusted her so she reclined on him in a full frontal position. He palmed the back of her head and kissed her forehead. Erica slept once more.

SUNLIGHT STREAMED INTO
the room when Erica woke again. Flat on her stomach, a pillow rested over her head. Sheets draped over her waist and tangled about her legs, the comfy bed embraced her like her lovers had throughout the evening. She couldn’t recall the last time she’d slept so soundly. Rolling to her back, she kicked the sheet off. Her body ached all over, especially between her legs and her bottom. The things she’d let them do to her. Maybe ‘let’ was too strong a word because they’d been determined to take her regardless of her consent.

I’m alone
.

She sat up, ignoring her body’s protest at movement. No one was about. A pang of disappointment socked her in the gut. Instead of being upset that she didn’t wake with at least one of them snuggled against her, she should be looking for a way out and back home. But the motivation to do that snagged on the memories of last night. The glorious way they’d felt inside her, those mind-blowing orgasms they’d given. None of her masturbation had ever produced anything so astonishing. Pleasure wasn’t something she should base a relationship on, but—

“You’re awake. Good. I’d almost decided you’d sleep the day away.” Pinkie from last night clucked in disapproval. “I need to change the sheets. There is blood and semen everywhere.”

The heat of a blush hit Erica’s cheeks as she peered at the bedding. Purple and blue splotches were mixed with her virgin blood. The mixed colors were stark against the white sheets. Lyx’s precum had been purple, so she could only assume Troz’s release were the cause for the blue stains. Then she realized she lay naked in front of the fairy, legs spread, her thighs smeared with the same hues as the bedding.

“None of that.” Fairy shook her finger at Erica and shoved against her shoulder. “They own you like they do me. No one will judge what they do with you. Doesn’t matter, but all the better for you if you enjoyed it. Now…
shoo
!” The winged creature flicked her tiny hands.

“What do you mean it ‘doesn’t matter’?” Erica scooted off the bed.

The linens vanished in a blaze of flames. She stumbled back several feet as the poof of the inferno came too close to singing her.

“Doesn’t matter if you want them, they’ll keep taking you regardless of your wishes. You might as well get something out of it besides a swanky place to live and all the food you ever wanted.” The tiny being shrugged. “But I could be wrong. I often am. I sold myself to them for the sweet digs and a chance to brag to my family that I serve
The Thirteen’s
concubine.” New sheets reappeared already stretched across the mattress.

Nifty trick.

Coming off the high of multiple-O’s, Pinkie’s matter-of-fact attitude disturbed her. And a concubine…how she despised that term. A woman to be kept and used for sexual pleasure, she should be happy ‘concubine’ was bandied about rather than the alternative words like whore or skank.

The glow from last night vanished.

“What”—she cleared the scratch from her throat—“what is thirteen?”

“
The Thirteen
specifically refers to me and Troz.”

Erica spun about to watch Lyx stride toward her, the door to the room clicking shut. Today he wore a pair of hip-hugging, scaly-looking pants. No hide made from her world obviously. Shirtless, with his bright-red hair pulled back at the base of his neck.

At the sight of him, her nipples tightened, and her pussy clasped in need. She couldn’t meet his gaze. Instead, she held her breath and admired his swagger.

He stopped close enough that her nipples would scrub his naked chest if she inhaled too deeply. Lyx cupped her chin, his thumb swishing back and forth across her jaw as he scrutinized her. That simple touch created a wild reaction in her body. The least of which was her sudden inability to draw in a solid breath.

“We have an esteemed designation. I was serious when I told you that you’re in an enviable position.”

“I thought you were just being arrogant.” The dark purple slashes on his chin became fascinating.

“I know.” His touch distracted her, and she grasped his wrist to remove it. “I’ll grant you many liberties, Sanja.” He tipped her head back, forcing her to meet his perusal. “All I ask in return is not to deny me the privilege of touching you casually.” There was nothing casual about his touches, not even in this chaste way. “Unless there’s a good reason?”

It was a question, not a statement. He’d given her an out. They’d used her more than once, and she was exhausted. As achy as she was, she feared accepting them into her body would be impossible without extreme pain. But that wasn’t what he was asking for…at least not yet.

In response to his inquiry, she shook her head. “I accept that type of touch.”

He smiled, and she was happy she’d given him honesty. “I’ve drawn a bath for you. It’ll help your soreness.”

She shot a glance at Fairy who flitted about spiffing up the room.

Lyx guided her out of the bedroom and into the adjoining bathroom. He helped her into the pink-tinted water, and she moaned as the water cuddled her achy flesh. She rested her head against the tub and closed her eyes. He brushed her hair, relaxing her further.

“The water has healing attributes. You’ll be able to dally with us again later.”

Erica shivered at the idea, even as she recognized the odd way he put it. Eager to be dominated by them, she was a touch disappointed as well. The tenderness of her body was a reminder of their claiming. A reminder she’d left the home she’d known. At least these men didn’t seem as fickle as the males she knew and they still wanted her. That was an improvement.

A chuckle emerged from Lyx as he set aside the brush and massaged her temples with his thumbs. “You please me with your thoughts.”

Her lids flicked upward. He watched her closely as the pad of his thumb slid across her brow. She hated ruining the moment, but she had to know. “Have”—she cleared her throat and lowered her gaze—“have you ever had a…concubine before?”

“No.”

Didn’t mean they wouldn’t have more in the future. Then she’d be sharing them instead of the other way around. Not that she cared. Of course she didn’t! That’s what she should hope for. Wanted. But if that were the truth, why’d her chest ache with the possibility?

When they acquired a new concubine, she’d most likely be discarded like a comforter. Out with the old and in with the new.

Lyx sighed, such a weary sound, it drew her attention. “I don’t understand your thinking.”

“I don’t like it when you read my mind.” This was one privacy she should have.

“Then stop projecting your thoughts, my sex-pet.”

“I don’t know how.”

“Not my cross to bear.”

Frustrated by his response, she felt the need to inflict some form of pain upon him, but instead she inhaled and exhaled until the compulsion passed.

With a slight grin, he shifted from behind her to sit on the side of the tub facing her. He dipped a washcloth in the water, lathered it with a floral gel-substance, and then submerged his arm into the water. His fingers skimmed her ankle and ran upward toward the juncture of her thighs. She stopped breathing, and his fingers halted a few inches from her pussy. “Stand.”

She did as bidden and grew lightheaded from holding her breath as he dragged the cloth along her skin.

“Breathe,” he whispered against her ear.

She inhaled raggedly as he ran the material along the flesh below the collar they’d placed on her the previous evening. She hadn’t felt it move since Troz placed it about her neck. Rarely did she wear jewelry, so shouldn’t the necklace abrade her skin? She fingered the choker.

“Like the bracelet, the necklace has become a part of your flesh. Don’t panic,” he said when her attention slammed to him. “One of us can remove them, but only if we fancied to do so.”

They’d eventually fancy that outcome.
No man had ever stayed long term with her mother. Erica had never even had a real boyfriend, so like mother like daughter. The question was when could she anticipate their exodus from her life? After she fell in love with them?

Not that I care. I don’t even want to be here.
She was ready to go back home the moment her mother came to the rescue.

Lyx’s eyebrows elevated, and he went to work washing each finger with his full attention.

She took the time to study him. Handsome even if in a non-human way, but it was the duality of the man—hard and soft—that fascinated her. “I can bathe myself.”

“I enjoy taking care of you. And touching you.” He kissed a fingertip.

“Tell me more about
thir…teen
!” She ended on a high note as his hand slid between her thighs to cleanse her intimately.

“I should make you come just like this.” The washcloth hit the water and his fingers flicked across her, his long middle finger penetrated her with the heel of his palm adding pressure to her clit. All memory of her prior soreness was gone, replaced by a new ache. “Soon I will watch you touch yourself, show me how you make yourself come.”

“L-lyx.” Erica leaned toward him, and he released her, clutching her shoulders to steady her.

His gaze turned hard, unforgiving. “Rinse off. Dry off, and I’ll meet you in the bed chamber.”

Confused by his sudden shift in emotions, she gaped.

“Next time you’re curious about when we’ll tire of you, who we’ll replace you with, I’ll turn you over my goddamn knee and spank you until your ass is as bright as my hair.” His fingers tangled in her locks. She gasped at the violence not only reflected in his grip, but in the pinch of his eyes and the hard straight line of his lips. “I don’t know what type of men you’re accustomed to, but we will never remove you from our lives. You’re ours. Forever. Even if Sybil showed up, we would
never
allow her to take you. I’d kill her first.”

Lyx strode out of the room, the door shutting quietly behind him. Something about the softness of his departure seemed louder than if he’d have slammed out of the room. Not wanting to face his anger, she took her time, but that lasted only so long before she was forced to exit the solitude of the bathroom.

Swallowing past the sudden lump in her throat, the moment she entered the bedroom she spied Lyx seated and reading a handheld device that reminded her of an e-reader. He tossed the gadget on the sofa beside him when she entered the room. “Drop the towel. It’s not approved attire.”

“Lyx—”

“No argument is valid. Remove it at once.”

Hands shaking she loosened the towel. “You’re angry with me. Being naked in front of you makes me feel vulnerable.”

“You are vulnerable. Your pleasure and your welfare are attributable to our benevolence.” He gave the cloth a pointed glare, but smiled when she flung it to the floor with a rebellious huff. “Come to me.”

For a moment she considered rebuking his command. In the end, she couldn’t deny she lacked the nerve to challenge him. She came to a halt just out of his reach. “I didn’t ask to be kidnapped to a foreign realm or to be bought by demons. I won’t tolerate being made to feel thankful when you don’t beat me.”

“Beaten is a touch dramatic, Sanja. That’ll never be your lot in life. But you will obey us or be punished. Spread your legs until I can wedge both my feet between yours.”

“Where’s Troz?”

“Waiting for us to join him. He’s eager to give you your gift.”

“Have I earned one?”

“You’ve earned whatever we say you’ve earned. Now do as you’re instructed. Make room for my feet.” Abruptly sliding forward, he sat on the edge of the sofa and tugged her nearer with his hands on her hips. Once her feet were positioned on either side of his, he rose and stepped to her side and forced her to meet his eyes. “Brace your hands on the seat of the sofa.”

That position would expose her intimately to him and she—

She yelped when he smacked her ass with his palm.

He rubbed the sting away and that was hot, but disturbing. “Bend. Over.”

Confused by the way she throbbed between her legs she complied and shivered at the cool air kissing her pussy lips.

“Pity.” He sounded disappointed as he massaged away the sting. “You’ll soon learn the appeal of a spanking followed by a hard fucking.”