He seemed so thrilled with the idea that Belial wanted him just as he was. It made me wonder if Asmodeus and Mammon had always wanted him to be someone he wasn’t.
He shifted into his own form and rose up on his elbows, grinning like a madman. His coal-black eyes flicked to me, and his smile turned smug. His whole look screamed,“I’m about to fuck your mate, and there is nothing you can do about it.”
Licking his lips, he ran his hands down his naked body. His skin had a subtle tan, his muscles perfectly toned. His cock was on the slender side but long, accentuated with dozens of bronze piercings, so many that it looked painful. The epitome of gluttony, all in a cock.
“Take your clothes off.” Belphegor’s demand was met with a mocking laugh.
The Lord of Bones shook his horned skull slowly from side to side. “That’s not how this is going to work. You want to bed me? Then you’re my bitch, Lord of Gluttony. You do what I say. Do you understand?”
I expected Belphegor to see right through Belial’s ploy. I wasn’t sure what exactly he was planning, but I trusted him not to fuck the shapeshifter. Belphegor was all too eager to please the Lord of Limbo and agreed with a frantic bob of his head. “Yes.”
Belial quirked his head, his great set of horns tilting. “Yes,what?”
“Yes, My Lord.”
Belial turned, peering back at me, his flaming blue eyes turning a hot white as he focused on me. My heart went still,and while my body was tighter than ever, the twisting pain in my chest eased.
He turned around and kneed up onto the bed, straddling Belphegor’s torso. His skull-headed form was so massive, the V of his spread legs didn’t touch the shapeshifter below him.
“Very good. Now, be a good demon and touch yourself, Belphegor.”
The shapeshifter eagerly reached between the V of Belial’s legs, his attention riveted to the still-clothed bulge hovering in front of his face as he fisted his cock.
My breath caught in my chest as Belial reached down, wrapping his hands around Belphegor’s throat.
Slowly, he increased pressure. The shapeshifter's chest heaved with labored breaths as his hand stroked his dick faster, urged on by Belial’s grip.
Belphegor came with an explosive growl, copious amounts of seed spurting from his tip. His muscles rippled and tensed as the orgasm wracked his body, and he fell limp beneath Belial with a strangled groan.
Belphegor had finished, but Belial didn’t stop choking him. The white-haired demon seemed to process what was happening and thrashed. His cock was still hard, his slit weeping cum as he fought for his life.
The Lord of Bones’ maw opened, his black tongue slithering out to tongue his deadly teeth as a dark laugh shook from his chest. “What’s the matter,Belly?” he mocked, using Mammon’s pet name for him. “Isn’t this what you wanted from me? To abuse you? To punish you? Well, that’s exactly what I’m going to do. I’m going to fucking rip your head off for what you did to soulsIown.”
Belphegor choked for air, his eyes bulging as Belial increased the pressure around his throat.
He was going to crush his windpipe. The shapeshifter’s skin started to morph, turning different colors and taking on fur and scales but failing to settle into any permanent shape as the life was slowly squeezed from him.
I watched in glee as Belphegor clung to his final seconds in this pathetic show he was putting on beneath Belial, bucking his body and clawing at the great paws encircling his neck.
Belial turned to look at me, and even though he didn’t have lips in this form, I could picture his other self, his scared lips pressed into that half-cocked smirk. “This will be the last head I gift to you, my queen. A complete collection. Does this please you?”
I sucked in a breath and gave a little nod as I tried to hold back bittersweet tears. I could barely breathe from the brunt of emotions constricting my lungs, but it was over. It was finally over. “Yes. It pleases me.”
“Do you forgive me now?”
I managed a tearful smile and opened my mouth to tell him I’d forgive him. The words crystallized in my throat as my attention fell to Belphegor, whose grasping hands had managed to locate Catherine’s dagger, which had gotten lost among the sheets.
His fingers closed around the hilt, and he flung it in my direction. It moved fast, and even if I had reflexes to dodge it, I was stretched out on the St. Andrew’s cross, bound and cuffed. There was nothing for me to do but close my eyes and wait for impact.
The blade slammed into my chest, directly over my heart. I’d expected it to hurt more. There was a brief pinch, followed by a dull sting. Everything felt so warm, like I was being drenched in warm honey.
My eyes drifted open, and I looked down to see a wave of red cascading down my front. Blood.
In my last moments, all I could think was how Belial loved me in this color, and I couldn’t help but smile.
Chapter Thirty-Eight
Belial
