Waiting for them all to file out of the throne room was agonizing, but I sat perfectly still, chin raised regally like I imagined a queen would. Truthfully, I had no idea what the fuck I was doing. Belial ruled so effortlessly, comfortable in his role and the power he held.
For me, not so much. It was like I was trying to ride a motorcycle when I’d never even been on a bike.
I swallowed hard, watching his—our—subjects trickle out of the throne room. When they were all gone, Belial ordered the doors to be closed.
Finally, we were completely alone. My skin burned hot, and the apex of my thighs tingled with the sensation sinking through my core.
I knew what came next.
“Come here,” he demanded, and I rose from my throne at the order. He ushered me over to stand before him as his head canted to one side, his great set of horns tipping with his skull.
“You are stunning,” he said, his gaze falling down my body before creeping its way back up. “A vision in red. Royalty fits you, my queen.”
I couldn’t fight the smile winding its way across my face.
“I told you I’d get you out of that dress.” He leaned forward on his throne. “I’d carry you up to our bedroom, but your Lord can’t be made to wait.”
“Here?” I flashed a nervous glance around the empty hall.
A dark chuckle escaped his maw. “Of course. I told you I would fuck you on my throne before everything was said and done. But first, I want to see you in nothing but your crown.”
I followed his instructions, turning around so he could unlace the corset of my gown, and I let the fabric fall to the floor at my feet. Nude aside from my bone crown, I gave him a twirl, reveling in the feral noise that clawed up his throat.
He stood, towering over me, and guided me to sit on his throne.
Then, in a twist I didn’t see coming, he knelt before me.
“As the queen of Limbo, your enemies will kneel before you in terror. Your loyal subjects will kneel in fealty, and your king will kneel before you in unholy reverence.”
His tongue slithered over his teeth, wriggling in a way that let me know he was giving me a preview of what was to come.
“Now, spread your legs for your king and let me worship you.”
Chapter Forty-One
Rayven
Before I could obeyBelial’s order, his large hands wrapped around my calves, completely engulfing them. With an eager growl, he pried them open.
“That’s right, my treasure,” he said in an eager growl. “Show your Lord all he owns.”
I licked my lips, allowing him to spread me as wide as my thighs would go.
It didn’t feel wrong, being this exposed to him anymore. Sure, he was a monster in every sense. He was going to eat me, but I was going to thoroughly enjoy being devoured.
I held my breath as I watched his terrifying maw part. His teeth dripped with thick beads of saliva, covering my thighs and pelvis, dripping into the thatch of hair between my legs.
“Remember when you hated me so fucking much, you could barely stand to look at me?” His voice vibrated over my skin, making my flesh pebble with goosebumps.
How could I forget? It hadn’t happened all that long ago. It was funny, how quickly everything could get flipped on its head.
I nodded, and an evil chuckle rolled from the depths of his monstrous body. “I think it had less to do with kidnapping you and more to do with you refusing to admit how much you wanted me to own your heart, your soul…” He painted a long lick over my slit. “And your sweet cunt. Even after I ripped out your pathetic mate’s spine.”
Another lick. A delicious shiver shot down my back, and he laughed again, the rumbling sensation vibrating through me and making my nerves light up like a circuit board. “Hells, especially after I ripped out his spine and fashioned you a crown from it. You look so fucking sexy draped in the bones of unworthy men.”
If that line hadn’t robbed me of all my breath, his tongue thrusting into my pussy did.
The wet muscle slipped inside, filling me. I could feel every twitch as he flexed it, the new feeling sending ripples of pleasure skittering down my limbs. When he curled it inside me, searching for my G-spot, I twitched so hard, I nearly slid out of the throne.
