Chapter Eleven
Belial
My dark queenwas radiance incarnate.
It didn't matter what color she wore, or if she wore anything at all. This mortal woman had a way of rendering me speechless with her otherworldly beauty. How fitting that I'd need to dive deep inside her tonight for the third and final ingredient needed to complete the ritual.
In a swift motion, I tugged my frock coat off, followed by my shirt, tossing it onto the arm of my throne.
“On your feet,” I urged.
Rayven obeyed without question, rising from her throne and staring down at me in anticipation. Her eyes widened as they dropped to my honed abdominal muscles, realization setting in. "W-wait. What are you doing?"
"I already told you, retrieving the third item needed for your tree." My hands reached for the edge of her skirt. I slowly crawled to her on my hands and knees, the muscles shifting in my shoulders as I prowled toward her like a predator closing in on its prey.
She blanched, her gaze dropping to my hands with a look I couldn’t read. She regarded me as if I were a predator, prowling toward her. "B–But servants are swarming all over the castle, preparing for the festivities. What if a demon walks in on us? Or?—"
"I instructed them to stay out for the next hour,” I assured her. My fingers stopped a hair from her hem. “If they do disturb us, we can fuck in the puddle of blood they'll leave when I punish them for disobeying my orders."
The potent scent of her arousal bled from between her thighs, making my mouth water and my mind bloom with all sorts of deviant thoughts.
Rayven’s head canted to the side, a strand of dark hair falling loose from her elaborate updo. "The ritual issex?"
"Most dark rituals pertaining to this kind of magic involve some kind of twisted depravity. This is the price for your tree, little human.” A grin tugged at my lips. “Now are you going to be a good girl and lift your dress for me?”
The naughty smile lurking at the edge of her mouth was all the answer I needed. Though, I knew she was being coy from the start. She knew exactly what was in store for her from the first moment I told her an unliving Yule tree would require a ritual of flesh and blood.
What else could that mean other than a filthy fuck?
She lifted her dress, exposing her legs from the knee down. I almost laughed at the absurdity of her sudden modesty; she’d never cared this much before. “Are you trying to drive me crazy by simply showing me your ankles? I feel like I’m shopping for a harlot in Victorian London.”
Rather than laughing, a blush burned her cheeks. Why was she so abashed all of a sudden? This wasn’t like her at all.
My eyes slitted with suspicion. “What are you hiding from me?”
“Nothing—”
She wouldn’t look me in the eye, so I took her by the jaw and forced her gaze to mine. “You’re lying to me. Why?”
It was at that moment, the smirk she’d been holding back broke free. Ah. It wasthatkind of secret.
“Lift your dress up higher,” I said again, this time using a more dominant cadence that had her flushing. “Show me what you’re hiding.”
For a moment, she stood there, unresponsive.
I knew what the brat was doing: reveling in my anticipation, just like I’d done with her during her spanking in the cemetery.
“You’re playing a dangerous game, my pet,” I warned, poking my tongue out to wet my lips. “I had every intention of making slow sweet love to you tonight. It is Christmas, after all. But if you insist on being naughty…”
She made an adorable pouty face that made me want to stuff my cock in her mouth until my cum dribbled from her painted black lips.
“If I wanted slow sweet love I wouldn’t be with a demon lord.”
By the spark of mischief lighting her eyes, it was almost like she was challenging me—goadingme, even.
The unrelenting nerve of this woman never ceased to bewitch me.
“Fine. We can play rough, treasure.” I chuckled softly. “Far be it from me to complain. Tell me the safe word.”
