Belial didn’t move. Well, save for the swelling in his pants. “You stole my magic and used it to command the legions of the dead.”
The intense atmosphere was so electric now that I could feel it bouncing between us, drawing us closer like magnets.
“Seduced?” I murmured, with the coy arch of a brow.
“Monsterously so,” he growled.
When it came to the matter of his arousal, monstrous was the perfect descriptor. Especially in this form.
Belial was a well-endowed male in his lesser form, bigger than any mortal man I'd ever been with. As the Lord of Bones? It was a good thing he'd given me the gift of immortality, because a girl could seriously hurt herself on the massive weapon he packed between his legs.
"You know what, darling?" I flung him a sweet smile, which reflected in the well-polished blade at his throat. "I think I'm going to be in charge this time around. If you'd like to fuck your queen, you're going to have to beg me for the privilege."
If he had flesh around his nostrils, they would have flared. Instead, he huffed and a cloud of smoke blew from the holes in his snout. "The Lord of Bones doesn't beg."
My smile stretched wider, creeping into manic territory. "You do with me. Now, beg me if you want to fuck me. It's been awhile since you've buried that ribbed cock inside my pussy. I'm sure you're aching for it. Aren't you?"
He didn't answer, but he didn't have to. With the way I was positioned in his lap, I could feel every inch of his reaction to me. He was harder than ever, with a wet spot growing right where his tip sat, pressing into my bare center through his pants.
I pushed the blade of my dagger closer to his throat. "I'm waiting."
He swallowed, and with the position of the blade, the edge sliced his throat. Pearls of blood so dark it was nearly black gathered on the fresh wound and smeared the steel weapon.
I gasped in horror; I didn't mean to hurt him. But when I tried to pull away, he captured my wrist and tugged me closer, the blade cutting him deeper. He didn't so much as waiver, or show any signs of pain.
“You’re hurt!” I tried to pull the blade back but his grip on my wrist was like a manacle. “You need to close this wound.”
A guttural growl, so low it was almost a hum, rumbled from his chest. It rattled through me, down to my bones, and heat spiraled through my core, settling between my thighs.
I squeaked in surprise when he wedged his hand beneath me, freeing his cock from his breeches. “The only thing I need right now is to be buried inside your tight cunt. Please.Please,allow me to fuck you my queen.”
Complete, utter shock had my eyes shooting open. Once I collected myself, I shook my head, but he hit me with another barrage of pleas—this time, the demon’s voice trembled with unbridled need.
Death didn’t give too shits about the fact that his slit throat was oozing blood—he was deathless.
“Finish what you started, human. You want me to beg? Want me to bleed for you? I’ve given you both. If I have yet to earn the privilege of worshipping my queen in every way she deserves, then tell me what else I must do.”
His blood-streaked chest rose and fell slow and heavy, and the flames of his eyes burned so bright and hot I could barely stand to look at him. In spite of the searing pain, I held his gaze, and after what felt like an eternity, I nodded.
Relief and chaos unfolded in the following moments.
The Lord of Bones released my wrist, and I allowed the knife to slip from my clutch; it clattered to the ground a second later. Bracing my hands on his shoulders, I lifted myself onto my knees and, without having to exchange a single syllable, he knew what to do.
He gripped the base of his cock and rubbed the shaft against my thigh. The texture was gloriously tactile. In this form, the underside of his shaft had a series of ridges that branched out, wrapping around the sides. While the rest of his cock was a faint blue hue, the ridges were bone white, bearing the resemblance of a ribcage.
“Yes. Fuck me, My Lord.”
His hands clutched my hipbones, claws digging into my flesh through the dress and causing it to shred. I didn’t care.
Pushing down on my hips and jerking his upward, he thrust inside me with one ruthless punch. White-hot sizzling pain shot up my back as my body stretched to take the monstrous appendage.
A warbled sound, caught somewhere between a cry of pain and a moan of pleasure, tore from my throat.
“Your mortal cunt is so tight,” he said on a fragmented groan. “And you’re so wet for me.”
In an uncharacteristic act of mercy, he held me there for a heartbeat, allowing my body to adjust to him. The thing was, with how worked up I’d become, I was so wet and eager, I didn’t need that moment. All it did was drive my lust to dangerously heightened levels.
“I saidfuckme!” I snarled at the demon, my voice echoing through the throne room.
