She’d done it because I told her it would give me the ability to save her from the Lord of Bones. I’d lied. I’d lied so I wouldn’t lose her.
When she found out I’d tricked her, thatIwas the monster she’d spent the last three days in Hell trying to outrun, she’d hate me.
The dagger of guilt that appeared the moment she passed out in my arms on the cliff sank deeper into my chest.
I wanted nothing more than to crawl into bed with her and hold her against me. I wanted so desperately to take her in this form—she’d be a delicate little doll in my hands, and I’d take pleasure in watching her struggle to take my monster cock.
Too bad the All Hallows’ Eve Ball was only a handful of hours away. There was still so much to do, but I couldn’t bring myself to focus on any of the details. She was the only thing my mind would entertain.
I should let her rest.I growled to myself as I watched her turn restlessly in her sleep. She already had so many burdens. Soon, she’d wake and discover yet another, that I’d tricked her into becoming my queen.
“Belial…”
Every muscle in my monstrous body clenched when my little human moaned my name in her sleep.Fuck.
I was at the side of the bed in a blink, looming over her as she tossed and turned. “Belial, let me see…”
Was she dreaming of our moment on the cliffside, when I’d removed my mask and revealed my marred face?
I shifted from my true form to the lesser shape she’d come to know as her ally and sat on the edge of the bed. Normally, I’d summon my mask with my magic, but I kept my face bare as I reached for her hand and guided it to my cheek.
“Here I am, my treasure,” I muttered, directing her fingertips over my scared lips.
“So—beautiful. So fucking…” She sighed, soft and breathy, then fell still as peace found her in her dreams. “Beautiful.”
I pulled the covers back to tuck her arm at her side and froze. She was wearing a nightgown and nothing else—a very thin nightgown.
When I’d brought her back from the labyrinth after claiming her soul, I’d had Holga change her for bed. Now, I regretted not doing it myself.
I needed to see her again, needed to feel her soft skin against my calloused hands. I needed to trace her curves, feel her heat, sink myself into her molten warmth.
My hand cupped her breast over her nightgown, the hard metal of her piercing pressing into my palm, the thin linen of her dress barely a barrier at all. It would be so easy to tear. She was under my sleep spell, so she wouldn’t wake.
Even if I tore her out of her clothes.
Even if I parted her legs and slipped inside her.
I could unload every drop of cum I’d been saving for her, and she still wouldn’t wake. Hell, I could shift and take her in my truest form, the one she hated with every bone in her body.
My cock grew hard at the dark thought, considering it for a moment before dismissing it with a shake of my head. The charms and chains dangling from my antlers clinked together with the motion. “What are you doing to me, little human?”
I cupped her thighs, one in each hand, and slowly slid my grasp up, guiding the hem of her gown over her hips.
No undergarments. Perfect.
Lifting one hand from her thigh, I combed my fingers through the patch of hair between her legs. Then, I spread my fingers out in a V, parting her labia.
“Would you like me to touch you, Rayven?”
She twitched in her sleep, murmuring a garbled yes. Her inner walls flexed, as if in invitation. Unable to resist temptation a moment longer, I pushed a finger inside her.
An involuntary moan dropped from my lips as I slipped in easily.So hot. So tight.
Her body seemed to suck me in, wanting more of me, even as her mind was blissfully unaware of the intrusion.
I pulled my finger out and held it up to inspect. Thick beads of her juices dripped down the digit and glistened in the candlelight.
“So wet,” I mused with a wicked chuckle. “Even when you’re unconscious.”
