I scowled at him. “I don’t know why you bothered waiting. Clearly, I wouldn’t have been able to stop you if you had wanted to fuck me sooner.”
Predictably, Shem didn’t look ashamed or chastised at all. He just chuckled.
“You’re Ram’s. I can’t fuck you without him. I needed him to make a move first. In my defense, I told him to talk to you instead of just chaining you to the bed that first night. But you tried to run, and he was pissed. There was no talking him out of it. So when he told me to tie you up and get you ready for him, there was no fucking way I was saying no to that.
“I’d been waiting to make your sweet little pussy weep for me for fucking years. That’s how we always used to fuck. I get you wet, then Ramel fucks you, and I watch. Sometimes you would suck my dick for me too, which we’re going to need to get back to doing soon. I miss this pretty mouth,” he murmured, rubbing his thumb over my lips.
“You’refucked upShem!”I screeched, jerking away from him. He snatched my chin up and held me in place, switching back to his asshole persona in the blink of an eye.
“You keep saying that like it’s an insult, Lil, but all it does is get me hard.”
“Stop getting him all worked up, deathtrap, or you’re going to end up with a cock in your mouth,” Ramel chuckled behind me.
“This is what I mean. You say you love me, then say shit like that,” I snapped, and Ramel shrugged, tugging on my collar.
“You’re mine, Lilith, to do with as I please. I love you, yes, but I also love tormenting you, and I love it when you cry.” He gave me an evil smile. “Besides, if we had been gentlemen about the whole thing, do you really think you would have abandoned your sad-ass little life to come to Hell with us and be my bride? It certainly would have taken longer to convince you to come willingly, and we didn’t have that kind of time. The leash, the collar, and the corrective training were all necessary to get you to where you needed to be in time for the meeting today,” Ramel said matter-of-factly, and I felt my blood boil.
“You’re a fucking psychopath if you think leashing me like a dog is okay underanycircumstance. You can’t just force people to do things you want them to do because it would be inconvenient for you if they said no. You’re evenworsethanShem!”I snapped at Ramel, but he just pulled me back against his chest and kissed the top of my head.
“Actually, out of the three of us, I’m probably the least kinky,” he murmured, sounding thoughtful.
“Yeah,okay.You’re absolutely deranged. You fucked me in a church in front of like seventy demons at a forced wedding.”
Shem was grinning at me manically. “Actually, Ram’s right. As fucked up as you think that was, that ritual wasour brainchild, sweetheart.”
“What! No it wasn’t.”
“Mhmm, yes it was,” Ramel said from behind me. He slid his hand under my towel and began tracing featherlight circles on my stomach. I considered swatting him away but decided against it. It felt nice.
“I got the idea to take the concept of marriage and bring it to Hell so demons could bond. It was your idea to base the whole thing in sex magic. It was brilliant, of course. The bond and the protection you get from so many witnesses is so much stronger if the agreement is sealed with sex instead of a kiss. It’s been really useful,” Shem said.
“Fuck off, no way,” I said, not believing him.
“It’s true,” Ramel said. “Also, out of all of us, I’m the only one that’s monogamous.”
I turned to look at him over my shoulder. “You are?” I asked, and he nodded.
“Mhmm. I only have eyes for you, deathtrap. Shem, on the other hand…”
Shem chuckled and rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. “I’ll fuck anything that walks. I would fuck Ramel if he would let me.”
Ramel barked out a laugh. “I didn’t realize you wanted to fuck me, baby; all you had to do was ask,” he said with a wink, and Shem cracked up.
“You wouldn’t be able to handle me, sweetheart.”
I looked back and forth between the two of them, feeling thoroughly confused.
“I’m not monogamous?” I asked, feeling weird asking these two demons such personal questions about myself.
“Well, you’re in bed with the both of us right now, aren’t you? The only reason you don’t sleep with anyone outside of the two of us is because it makes Ram uncomfortable, and you’re a lot nicer than we are.” Shem grinned.
I flipped onto my back and let out a little moan.
“This is a lot to take in.”
“You’ve taken bigger loads, deathtrap,” Ramel joked, laying down on his side next to me and tracing his fingers up my arm. I swatted at him, but Shem snatched up my hand and lay down on the other side of me, pressing against my side.
“So what do we do now?” I asked finally. “I’m mortal, and Yahweh is apparently out to get me. Am I just going to live here and be your prisoner until I die?” I asked quietly.
