“Were you going to use this on me?” His cadence was steel-wrapped velvet.
“I wasn’t going to try to hurt you, I never would.” I shook my head. “I thought it would be exciting to use during sex. It was stupid; I should have run it by you beforehand?—“
His long, wicked tongue slipped out to roll over one of his deadly incisors. “Do you think knives are playthings?”
His words were chastising, while his tone bled with hunger. He edged closer on his knees, making a shiver rattle down my spine, and I stepped backward. There was something deliciously menacing about the way he crept closer, like a beast ready to pounce.
“Well, they can be, when used with caution,” I explained, my voice faltering when he moved closer. I took another step back, the backs of my legs hitting the edge of my throne. “Especially when you’re immortal.”
The blue flames deep in his eye sockets sputtered and grew, as if gasoline had been poured onto them. He moved closer still, and I fell back onto my throne, the skirt of my dress bouncing with the fall. With a sinister chuckle, Belial’s hands shoved the mountain of fabric up my legs, exposing me to him, and a waft of cold air kissed my inner thighs.
His skull drifted closer to my spread center, and he held the knife’s hilt to my exposed pussy. I sucked it a gasp when the hilt nudged against my folds.
The Lord of Bones chuckled at my reaction, making his burning eyes dance. “What about now, my Queen? Still think knives are fuck toys?”
Slowly, I nodded.
He didn’t have flesh or muscles on his head to make expressions, yet somehow I knew he was caught off guard by my answer.
And I knew that he was pleased.
“I love you so much, Rayven.”
Those words, fuck me. They were sweet and gentle, which was delicious paired with the fact that, at this moment, he began to push the dagger hilt inside me.
The hilt wasn’t nearly as girthy as my demon lord in either of his forms, and it slipped into my pussy with ease.
“Let’s see how much you can swallow.”
I could sheath him to the balls in either form, so it came as no surprise when the entire dagger’s handle fit inside me. The guard prevented it from going any deeper.
He pulled it out half way, then pushed it back in with enough force to make my head slam back against my throne, my eyes rolling into my skull.
Before I could fully recover, he pulled it out and shoved it back in rapid succession, each thrust perfectly measured. He knew my limits, and got so close each time, only to draw back and give me just enough recovery time before pushing me to the brink all over again. His ministrations set every part of my being on fire.
“I–I’m about to come,” I babbled. My hands gripped the arms of my throne, holding on for dear life, as he fucked me with the weapon handle. With the way it was shaped, tapered on both ends and a swell in the middle, it pushed against my walls in a way that brought stars to my eyes.
“Not you’re not.”
He withdrew the dagger from me with an obscene sound as the hilt’s bulge was dislodged from my pussy and tossed it aside. It fell straight into the River Styx, which ran directly in front of our thrones, with a wetplop.
There was no time to mourn my dagger. My world spun as I felt huge claw-tipped hands on me, uprooting me from my throne. For a second, I was floating. Then, Belial sat on my throne, tucking me in his lap. We were chest to chest, with my folded legs flanking his hips.
It was a tight squeeze for both of us in my throne, since he was in his monster form. But we had a knack for making things fit.
“Take me out.” He wasn’t asking. The Lord of Bones had issued a demand, and I was to obey.
More often than not, I liked that power dynamic in bed. He was deliciously dominant with me most of the time, but right now, I was feeling every bit the queen I was.
Instead of following the command, I reached out with my magic, drawing power from my bond with Belial, siphoning his arcane energy like a battery and transferring it into my own. His shoulders flexed, tendons and battle-honed muscle stretching taut as he felt me steal from him.
“Little thief—” His hand came up to take hold of my throat, but he froze when the River Styx began to ripple. Various bones and bits of rotting flesh bubbled to the surface. Then, bodies in various states of decomposition emerged from the water, some full forms—others nothing more than hands stretching from the crimson current.
“What are they…” I never heard the Lord of Bones grave-deep baritone so rife with disbelief. The souls in the River Styx rose to my call, forming a line down the river. He muttered something beneath his breath in the Old tongue when he realized what they were doing.
One of the souls had caught the dagger, and they were passing it upstream via the chain they’d created.
As soon as the dagger was in the clutches of a skeleton directly before the throne, he tossed it in my direction. I caught it, removed the scabbard with my teeth, and pressed the knife to my mate’s throat.
