He’d given me glimpses of what lurked beneath the various masks he wore, but I was much more used to the cocky, arrogant Belial who teased me into knots and left me begging, desperate for more. The softer side he tried so desperately to cover up had me just as wrapped around his fingers.
“Fuck me,” I said, my voice husky and rife with need. I wiggled my hips beneath him, lips parting as the rock-hard erection rubbed over my center through his pants—leaving me desperate for more friction.
He didn’t move. Instead, he bent down, his antler charms softly clinking as he pressed his lips carefully to the corner of my mouth.
I sighed against his gentle warmth, reveling in how real this felt.
“I’m going to fuck you…but that’s not exactly what I mean when I say I need you.”
“What do you mean?”
“I need you. I need you more than I’ve ever needed anything before, more than I ever thought I was capable of. I told you before, caring is new for me, but this…” His voice trailed off as his eyes locked with mine again, his hand coming up to cup my cheek. “Understand when I tell you that you’re the goddamn air in my lungs. When you’re not with me, I can’t breathe. I can’t think. In three days, you have gone from the little thief I found rooting around in Catherine’s tomb to the entire reason for my existence. I want you to know, down to your marrow, that I am coming for you. Because if I don’t have you close, if we’re not together, I don’t know how I’ll go on.”
I swallowed thickly, my chest tight and my heart thrumming so hard, I could feel it in my mouth. “I understand.”
“Good.” He kissed me on one eyelid, then the other. They were two of the gentlest kisses I’d ever received, packed with the kind of love I didn’t think this man was capable of three days ago.
This moment was not unlike the first plum dream I’d shared with the Lord of Bones, in that it was intense and I’d never forget it. At the same time, it was completely different. This time, it was a sweet and tender moment we shared.
But it changed as he pulled back, his quiet smile morphing into something dark and hungry in an instant. “Now that you know that, I need you to know you make me fucking feral. You’re so sexy, so terrifyingly stubborn, and so bloody cutthroat when you’re cornered.”
He dropped his mouth to mine and licked my lips, chuckling. “I still taste Asmodeus’ blood on your mouth. I’d pay good money to have seen his face when you bit off his pride and joy.”
What happened with Asmodeus was traumatic, but the trauma of it all eased beneath the brilliance of Belial’s eyes as they beamed with pride. “You’re every bit the queen I mean to make you.”
He rose on his knees, tugging the shirt off over his head and tossing it to the floor. A beat later, he was naked, the viridescent moonlight framing his perfect body in a sinister glow. My heart fluttered in time with my pussy as he crawled back on top of me.
When he settled between my thighs again, his mouth was on my throat, raining down an assault of hungry kisses. Then, he kissed my shoulders, down my arm, until his lips reached the three cuts he’d gouged into my wrist.
He worshipped them with his mouth, each revenant brush of his skin a juxtaposition to the memory of when he’d cut into me, all three moments seared into my mind forever.
Belial had been right from the beginning. He’d delivered the pain he’d promised to bring as my punishment for robbing Catherine’s grave. What neither of us had counted on was how much both of us would come to crave the agony.
I turned my head on Leviathan’s pillow, my eye catching on the barbequed heads skewered onto the oar.
“Are they going to watch while we….” I trailed off as Belial drew back to look at me with that panty-obliterating smile. He got the picture.
“Don’t you want them to watch?”
Against all odds, I found myself grinning ear to ear. I almost wished Asmodeus was still alive to see his brother fuck me, but this would do.
“I do.”
Chapter Seventeen
Rayven
“What would you likeme to do to you, Rayven? Tell me how you want to be touched.”
I couldn’t help but gape at Belial’s scared face, taken aback by the sincerity I found behind his eyes.
It wasn’t like him to ask me what I liked or how I wanted it. Somehow, he just knew, and he never asked for permission or guidance. He just did it.
It struck me as odd, until I made out the concern etching his features. Was he being careful with me, knowing I’d been through literal Hell in the last circle with the lord of rape and creepy furniture?
“Whatever you want,” I breathed out, hot breath tickling his neck and making goosebumps pebble his skin. I loved knowing Iaffected him the same way he did me. “So long as it involves you fucking my brains out.”
He tilted his head, his midnight hair spilling over his eyes, his silver horn jewelry jingling as the chains and charms shifted.Fuck me dead. How could any man be so diabolically handsome?
