Just as I felt myself tip over the edge, I dropped my attention back to her and shoved my fingers into her mouth. “Open for me, pet. Take what I give you.”
Her lips parted around the digits, and I held the head of my cock over her open mouth.
On the next beat I was pulsing thick ropes of cum. It steaked her lips, painted her tongue, and beaded her dark lashes.
She was a mess. My little living pet looked so goddamn gorgeous splattered in death’s seed.
My timing must have lined up with the dream spell perfectly, because she breathed a heavy sigh andlickedher lips. “Thank you, My Lord.”
“Do not thank me. You will be my ruin and I will be yours in return, little thief.”
I pushed my spent cock back into my pants then eased my mask off my face. No one ever saw this face. But I could take it off while she slept. While she was sleeping, we could be something different. Something other than the heartbroken monster with a penchant for suffering, and the lonely little human so desperate to return to a home I had doubts was much of a home at all.
I ran my tongue over her face, lapping up the last traces of my seed before kissing her softly with my marred lips. She sighed beneath them, breathy and content.
Securing her nightgown back in place, I tucked her under the covers and put my mask back on. Then I pulled myself off the bed, grabbed a book from my vast collection and sat beside the fire, pretending like I’d been there all along.
And with that, my little sleeping beauty woke up.
Chapter11
RAYVEN
A filmof sweat covered my entire body, and my mouth tasted funny. Like I’d eaten something forbidden, like Eve biting into the serpent's apple. My mind went to Holga and the plum. Had she put something in the food?
My head was swimming. It felt like I’d been drugged.Had she poisoned me?
I wanted to be mad. I should have been furious. But that dream—Fucking Hell. I wanted to go back and experience more ofthatBone Lord.
“Have sweet dreams?”
At the strange voice, I shot up into a sitting position, my chain pulling on my collar, choking me.
A man sat in the lounge chair beside the roaring fire, reading a book. He wore an old-fashioned black shirt—the kind sexy men wore on old bodice-ripper book covers—and black form-fitting pants with heavy leather boots. He could have passed for a pirate, until I dragged my gaze up above his shoulders.
A black mask covered his entire face. It didn’t have much detail to it, save for the way it was sculpted to curve over his sharp jawline and arch over an aquiline nose.
I would have assumed that he was human if it wasn’t for the immense power rolling off of him in waves…and the antlers sprouting from his unkempt black hair. They were draped with silver chains and charms that gleamed in the firelight.
In addition to the horn jewelry, earrings in the shape of daggers dangled from his ears.
“You scared the shit out of me,” I rasped, enamored with his strange demeanor.
“I certainly hope not. That’s my bed you’re in. Though, it seems you’ve already made a mess of the sheets.”
It took me a second to realize what he was talking about. My hand pushed under the covers, feeling the spot between my thighs. I was soaked, in more than sweat. A full-bodied blush swept over my skin like a fever. “How did you…”
“I can scent you from here, little human.” He flipped a page in the book. Either he read faster than anyone I’d ever seen, or he was only pretending to pay attention to the printed pages. “You stink like a bitch in heat.”
I narrowed my eyes at him while trying my best to pretend his words didn’t sink straight to my core. “Who are you?”
“My name is Belial.”
“I’m Rayven…”
He finally glanced up from his book. “Rayven,” he said, tasting my name in his mouth as if it was something sweet to savor. “Like your hair.”
My heart clenched in my chest at the way the melodic lilt of his voice took a dark bend. “Um, yeah. Just like my hair.”
