“Watch it,” he hissed against the shell of her ear. “Demons don’t share, little goddess.”
And a demon on the brink of rut would kill anyone who tried to touch what was his. Aggression ran furious and wild the closer they got to the hottest months of the year, though the exact timing of one’s rut varied based on a variety of factors like genetics, environment, and exposure to certain delicious, musky pheromones.
Those same pheromones clouded the air around Petra. They were heavy on the back of his tongue — complex and rich like the finest wild honey he loved to eat by the spoonful as a child.
Silas canted his hips against the soft curve of her backside, fitting them together like two pieces of a puzzle, but he still kept his hands to himself when he warned, “If you want me to kill someone, keep taunting me. If you want me to make you come harder than you ever have in your life, thenbeg.”
He had to hand it to her. Petra had a spine of steel. That was the only explanation for how she could turn her head to look at him over her shoulder and snarl,“No.”
Silas was not a man to lose control. That implied he was a slave to emotions he just didn’t have, no matter how hard he tried. He’d never flown into a jealous rage, never felt the impulse to possess another, and never wanted to howl with rage at the thought of his partner challenging him.
Not until then.
Because Petra’snowasn’t a denial. It was a challenge. She was exerting her power over him because she knew whathewanted. This was both a dare and a punishment. If hedidn’t keep his word, the fragile trust between them would be shattered, even if sex was truly what she was angling for. If hedidkeep his word, she would do this again and again — a worrying prospect when his rut seemed to be hurtling toward them faster with every second.
What she wanted, he realized, staring into those eyes blazing with a hair-thin ring of pure light, was forhimto beg.
Before he could come up with some way to punish her for that, Silas was knocked off-guard by the one-two punch of Petra squirming against him and the sudden, shocking pleasure of feeling the bare flesh of her ass against his cock.
She’d hiked up her nightgown, dislodged his loose waistband, and, with the help of his over-eager shadows, parted her legs just enough to let his cock slip between her thighs, which she promptly snapped shut.
Silas hissed, claws digging deep holes into the mattress in front of her, and bucked his hips involuntarily.
“See?” Petra’s voice was breathy but absolutelydrippingwith superiority when she used quick, efficient touches to press him between the slick, swollen folds of her cunt. “I don’t need to beg you for anything, demon. I can get off without your help, or anyone else’s.”
The witch had the audacity to rock her hips, allowing him to glide between her wet thighs and over the hot little pearl of her clitoris.
Fuck.Silas’s instincts, already wild, were whipped into a frenzy as he comprehended her challenge, the fact that his cock was sliding through her slick with every taunting roll of her hips, and that losing this game was absolutely, entirely unacceptable.
He guessed that she’d be hot as fire, butfeelingit…
Gritting his teeth against the searing friction — too much, not nearly enough — he fought for control enough to speak into her ear. “You want to get off, baby? Go ahead. But I’m not touchingyou, no matter what you do or the sounds you make. My hands are staying right here.” He couldn’t help but fist one hand in the soft strands of her hair, forcing her to arch her neck as she ground into him, but the other stayed put, claws buried in the mattress.
Just to make things fair, he made sure his shadows bound her hands to her sides, making it impossible for her to reach an orgasm in any other way than by the use of his cock.
After a moment of half-hearted struggle, Petra’s breath hitched and her eyes slid closed. “Fine.”
It was adorable that she thought he’d settle forfine.
When she eased into a rhythm, Silas pressed his lips against the smooth skin behind her ear and breathed her in, tasting her desire on his tongue as she used him. “Pretty little goddess,” he whispered, determined to see her unravel before he did, “do you like the feeling of demon cock sliding between your thighs?”
She ignored him. Petra’s brows drew together in an expression of pleasure-pain. A soft, nearly inaudible noise escaped her throat as she angled her hips, her thighs tightening around his shaft, and picked up her pace.
Silas fought the compulsion to assist her — and himself — by rocking his hips into hers. Letting her take the lead was torture.But she asked for this,he reminded himself.She wanted to play this game, so she’s going to find out what happens when she challenges me.
“Ah, there you are. I think you do like it. I think you’re imagining what it would be like if I were inside you right now.”Gods know I am.“But my little goddess isn’t ready to beg yet, is she? So you’re going to get a sad little orgasm, like all the ones you’ve had before. You know whatI’llget?”
“What?” She gritted the word out, but the way her hips moved faster, the stuttering beat of her breath…She likes my voice,he realized, grinning.
He licked a short trail from the curve of her jaw to the lobe of her ear, tasting the thin sheen of sweat that had accumulated there. Speaking directly against her skin, he answered, “My demon come all over Glory’s precious High Priestess.”
Her rhythm stuttered. A low sound escaped her throat as she desperately tried to find it again, but her movements were too frantic. Petra chased her orgasm like it was hovering just out of reach, taunting her. She moved like she needed help. Like she neededhim.
She needed him to take control of it, of them,her.
Silas’s chest sawed with every deep breath. It took every ounce of self-control to hold perfectly still. He didn’t lift up her thigh and slide into that ready, hungry cunt. He didn’t grab her hip and jerk her forward and back as roughly as they both needed. He didn’t turn her head and shove his tongue so far down her throat, she’d never be rid of the taste of him.
He lay there, his own orgasm building in painful lurches, as their bodies made slick, sloppy noises against one another. Silas rumbled words in her ear — mostly taunts, but those gradually gave way to demands. He couldn’t use his hands or his cock to wring the brutal orgasms out of her like he wanted, but the demon in him wouldn’t be denied.
