A gasp left me the moment his index and middle fingers slipped between my folds. He spread them with the splay of his digits and chuckled when he found me soaking wet.
To my dismay, he withdrew his fingers a heartbeat later, presenting the glistening digits to my lips and holding them there. “As I suspected. The mention of the night I murdered your pathetic human mate, dragged you down to my realm and tricked you into being mine… makes your pussy drip.”
He knew I was turned on well before he shoved his hand into my pants. He had acute enough senses to scent my arousal. But it was just like him to rub my face in it, literally.
“Open your mouth. Taste your sin.”
My lips parted, allowing him to shove his fingers into my mouth. I suckled my flavor from his fingertips, and then, I bit him.
He didn’t so much as flinch. Instead, he slowly withdrew his digits and held them up to examine the angry teeth marks, a rare spot of color appearing on his knuckles.
A terrifying shadow fell over Belial’s gaze. “Fucking brat.”
My lungs knocked together at the instant shift in his demeanor. Sure, I loved his sweet side that he reserved for me alone. I’d earned that part of him. But no matter how much he loved me, this was the demon Lord of Limbo, God of Death himself. The thrill of provoking him shot straight to my brain like a drug.
His aura teemed with potent power as he stepped forward to cage me against the bookshelf with his body, his thigh wedging between mine so that I was forced onto my toes. I lowered myself back to my heels, but his knee dug into my apex with enough pressure to make a strangled moan leech from my lips.
“Does it hurt?”
“A little,” I managed to answer as he ground his knee harder against my core.
A barely-bridled smirk ghosted over his face. “Good. Just how you like it.”
His mouth claimed mine in a searing kiss. I gasped against his lips, trying to breathe as his chest crushed mine.
His hand, still damp with my juices, snaked around my nape and twisted into the hair at the base of my skull. He jerked my head to the side and slid his nose over the soft column of my throat. As my scent filtered into his lungs, the bulge between his legs thickened against my hip.
The feel of his hunger, knowing how much my mere scent turned him on, had me burning up. My hips bucked, and I ground myself against the thigh still pressed tight to my core, reveling in the friction.
The demon cackled as he watched my pathetic little show. “A naughty thing like you was always destined for Hell.”
Despite the fact that I could barely breathe, I strained to shoot him a mocking look. “Do you treat all your damned souls this way? You’d think you’d need a bigger bed.”
There was a tense pause, and I knew from the flexing tendon in Belial’s temple, that I’d made a mistake. With one hand still knotted in my hair, he spun me around and shoved my chest against the bookshelf. My cheek was flush to the worn spines, the scent of dusty leather tickling my nostrils.
“You’re awfully mouthy tonight,” he growled low in my ear, the grin still in his voice. He was eating up every moment of this just as much as I was. “Now that you’ve wandered from your cage, you’ve gotten bold.”
With my neck at an unnatural angle, my muscles burned, but I couldn’t help but look at him. With his signature smug as sin grin, his tousled coal-black hair, and his antler jewelry gleaming in the library’s muted candlelight, the discomfort was worth the view.
“I’m the queen, aren’t I?” I quipped.
Belial’s eyes shone with amusement, yet the dark bend of his grin was nothing but serious. He tapped the side of my neck with his index finger. The next moment, a metal collar—the one forged from a necklace I stole from him—appeared around my throat in a ripple of arcane energy. “You might wear a crown for our subjects, but with me you wear a collar. Understand, my treasure?”
I nodded. “Yes.”
“Yes what?”
“Yes, My Lord.”
He hummed with approval as his arm encircled my waist to unfasten my jeans, and he shoved them down to bare my ass.
My legs clenched together to deny him access to my pussy. I wanted him more than anything, but there was a twisted part of me that loved when he pried them apart and took what was his.
But he made no move for my cunt.
He loomed over me, draping me in his scarred muscles and lithe limbs.
“Tell me… What is it that naughty girls get for Christmas in your mortal realm?”
