Anything could happen tomorrow.There was every possibility that this was her last chance to do something reckless and sensual. No, it wasn’t going to be the lovemaking someone else might want for their last day on Earth, but at least it was interesting.
Her voice was barely a whisper when she said, “I want it.”
Silas’s lips curved. “Now suck my cock while I tell you the rest of the story. If you do a good job, I might forgive you for running away. Or I might not.”
If Antonin’s cameras were going to catch him,she reasoned as she pressed the flat of her tongue to the underside of his cockhead,it’s already done. Might as well enjoy it before the consequences come.
If they come at all,a small, soft voice whispered in the back of her mind. That silly thought came from the helpless, drowning girl she’d believed long buried — the one that, against all damn reason, actuallytrustedSilas to keep her safe.
That part of her really needed to get a grip, because the man who pressed his fingertips into her cheeks, forcing her mouth open wider, was no savior. Even if she did like it when he did that.
Silas let out a low rumbling sound from deep in his chest as she learned the contours of his flesh, the taste of him on her tongue. “Show me how sweet that sacred mouth can be.”
There was no way on Burden’s Earth she was going to be able to fit even half of him in her mouth, not when she was so long out of practice, but Petra gave it a shot.It’s a game. That means I have to play, too.
Neither of them wanted her to be completely crushed under his dominance, no matter how readily she might submit to him. There had to be push and pull. Petra had to enjoy herself, too, or that would disappear.
So while she hollowed her cheeks, her fist pumping what her mouth just couldn’t take yet, Petra kept her eyes boldly raised to watch every flicker of emotion pass over his shadowed face.
Silas’s brows were furrowed, his lips curled back from his white teeth. “Do you know what a rut is, little goddess?” He clearly didn’t expect an actual answer, because he timed his question with a shallow pump of his hips, encouraging her to take him a little deeper. She couldn’t tell him that she only knew the very basics afforded by state-sponsored sex ed because she was far too busy trying to get her throat muscles to relax.
“It’s demon breeding season,” he explained, grip tightening in her hair until her eyes watered, “when we go mindless with the need to fuck. Some demons like to call itGlory’s gift.”His tone and the derogatory lift of his upper lip heavily implied that it was not complimentary. “It’s what your goddess left Blight with when she ran off to be with Burden instead — the frenzy of need and aggression that takes all of us every year. Unable to find another mate to ease him, Blight was left to wander the forests in agony for all eternity.”
Out of the corner of her eye, shadows writhed across the floor, moving toward her in slow-motion waves until they lappedat her legs. They were a slight weight, but when she tried to shift away, they held her there like bands of steel.
“Focus.”Silas’s order snapped down her spine. Petra straightened, her attention flying back to him in an instant.
“Eyes on me at all times,” he commanded. “You’re going to want to pay attention to what I’m telling you, baby, because you are about to experience Glory’s gift for yourself.”
Her jaw was beginning to ache, but the muscles controlling her gag reflex were weakening, allowing her to pull him deeper even as she gave him a look of wide-eyed incomprehension.
Silas’s grin was slow to spread and dark with promise. “Yes, baby. You think I’m gonna fuck someone else for weeks when I have this pretty mouth and that perfect pussy at my disposal? Not a chance.” A curl of incense smoke traced the contour of one horn when he promised, “I’m going to lock you up in my den. I’m going show you what it’s like to be bred by a demon. And when you’re so covered in my come that the scent is in your fuckin’ pores, you’re gonna give me your bond. You’remine,Petra.”
Petra experienced several new feelings at once: terror at the idea of enduring this man’s attentions during a rut, a pang of sadness that it would never happen, and a furious burst of jealousy over the very idea of him spending it with anyone but her.
She didn’t know what to do with any of that except try to exert her own power over him while she could.
Silas’s breath began to saw in and out of him as she snaked her tongue around the head of his cock, tasting sticky pre-come and the salt of his skin. Her free hand snuck down to cradle the soft flesh of his sac as she slowly pressed forward, determined to take him as deep as she could go.
He grunted, back bowing, when she was at last able to overcome her body’s instinctive reaction and take him down her throat. It wasn’t all of him, but it was damn close.
“Fuck,” he breathed. “Good.Goodgirl. Such a pretty mouth — perfect for prayers and cock.”
She had only a moment to bask in the glow of that profane praise before a startled squeak erupted out of her. Silas’s shadows had curled around her legs and pulled them wide. Her skirt bunched around her upper thighs and waist as they drifted up her legs like ghostly hands.
She was so shocked by the sensation that she nearly pulled back from Silas altogether, but the hand in her hair stopped her retreat. He smiled down at her when he ordered, “Hold still.”
There was little else for her to do when his shadows kept her pinned to the floor and his hand stalled any retreat she might have instinctively tried to make.
Silas began to shallowly shuttle his hips back and forth, using her mouth, as his shadows slithered under the gusset of her panties. Petra’s back spasmed, the muscles along her spine tightening with the shock of pleasure that came with a phantom stroke through her slippery flesh.
It wasn’t quite like fingers rubbing her, nor was it like the smooth glide of a vibrator. It was a bit like the touch of an extremely dexterous tongue. A pitiful whimper made its way around the cock thrusting in and out of her mouth when the shadows rolled over her again and again, parting her and licking her and providing a delicious amount of pressure.
She began to rock her hips, seeking more to ease the ache of her core contracting around nothing, and didn’t even mind when Silas’s chuckle washed over her head.
“Do you need something, baby?”
Petra rocked her hips again, more forcefully this time, and leaned forward until he took most of her weight. The benefits of this position were twofold: it allowed him to go deeper down her throat and it gave her leverage to grind down, though there was nothing truly there to grindagainst.
