Knowing she couldn’t see me, I transformed my tongue into the long, black one my monster form bore and ran the tip up her cheek, droplets of saliva peppering her face. I couldn’t wait to taste all of her in my other form.
“And when you’ve passed out from the sheer exhaustion that comes from teetering on the brink of pleasure, I’ll use that bratty little mouth as I see fit.”
I let go and a shiver worked through her, her blush consuming her entire body like a fever as the pleasure consumed her.
Now that was interesting. I knew Rayven was into some pretty dark kinks—even if she was just coming to discover that for herself—but this one surprised me most of all.
A confession burned at the back of my throat, and before I could bite it back, I decided to see how she’d react. “Don’t look at me like that. It’s not like I haven’t already done it.”
My finger traced the seam of her mouth, and when her lips parted at a gasp, I hooked the finger, tugging her jaw open to get a good look at her tongue. “Seeing you swallow my cum in the labyrinth cemetery was hot as Hell. But it didn’t compare to when you were passed out in this very bed, writhing in your sleep as dreams of the Lord of Bones ravaged your mind. You were begging in your sleep, desperate to have a fat cock in your mouth.”
My other hand slid up her clavicle, over her throat, and curved over her collar. “And you know I can’t resist you when youbeg.”
Chapter33
RAYVEN
This demon was heavenand hell. He was wrapped up in ink and scars and pretty words, dipped in honey and poison.
His confession turned my blood to ice on one breath, and then molten as lava on the next.
What was he doing to me?
I wanted him more than ever. I wanted him to the point of pain, to the point where I was seriously considering making some stupid ass decisions just so I could be with him a little longer.
What was wrong with me, that I was so head over heels for this fucked up demon? He had me wrapped so tightly around his horns that his confession of using my mouth while I was sleeping only had me wetter.
His obsession with me was rivaling that of his master.
This was dangerous territory.
I was playing with fire and there was no way I would escape this place without some massive fucking burns—if I escaped at all.
If it wasn’t for the monster king that ruled this realm, I might not even want to leave.
It’s not like I had anything waiting for me when I got back. A life of crime? A mother that wanted nothing to do with me anymore? None of it was worth going back to.
But I couldn’t stay here and be the Lord of Bones’ queen.
It was Belial I wanted.
Staying would only put him in danger though. If the Lord of Bones didn’t kill him for helping me, he definitely would when he found out my feelings for his ferryman.
I’d been so resistant to the Lord of Bones.
He’d told me that I’d come to love him.
He was wrong, or at least, he’d been partially wrong.
I’d still fallen in love with a monster.
“I don’t care what you’ve done to me. You’ve saved my life more than once. I’m still in your debt.”
The mattress shifted as Belial seemed to lean back. Suddenly I felt colder—the distance between us was all wrong.
“After tonight. You owe me nothing. That doesn’t mean I won’t take from you, even if I don’t deserve it. Because I am not a good man, Rayven,” he said, his voice suddenly cold and heavy with truth. “Don’t ever forget that.”
“Youdodeserve it,” I argued. “And I don’t give two fucks if you’re not a good person. You’re good to me. You didn’t have to show me my father’s soul. You never had to help me and go against your Lord.” My blindfold grew heavier as it absorbed my tears. “I want you. I want you in whatever way you’ll give me.”
