As much as this was nice, and I felt like we had turned some sort of corner, I didn’t really want to spend the rest of my short mortal life chained to this bed as a glorified sex slave to these two.
“We don’t want you to be our prisoner, Lilith. We just want things to go back to the way they were,” Ramel said softly.
“How is that even possible? I’m mortal,” I said as Shem pressed closer and kissed me softly under my jaw.
“For now. On Samhain, your mortal body turns twenty-two. That was when you were meant to take Hell over from Ramel. We’re fairly certain you will shed your mortality and return to your true form. We think Yahweh planned to wipe your memories like He did to Ramel, but if we can keep you out of His hands until then, you should be safe.
“You will remember everything and be in love with us again, and we can go back to being a happy little demon family,” Shem said, kissing me softly, this time a little further down my neck. Ramel trailed his hand up my stomach and cupped my breast on the other side, rolling my nipple between his fingers firmly enough that it drew a small sound from my lips. I felt my core tighten and heat pooled between my thighs.
“So what? We’re just going to wait for Samhain and hope everything goes back to normal?” I asked, trying to keep myself from reacting too much to Ramel’s insistent fingers and Shem’s wandering lips.
“More or less,” Ramel murmured, pulling my earlobe into his mouth and sucking on it. I gasped and arched, my skin erupting into gooseflesh in response to his hot breath in my ear. Shem took my reaction as an invitation to unwrap my towel and slide his hand lower to graze my clit. I gasped at the contact and jerked beneath his touch.
“I always forget how fucking responsive she is,” he murmured to Ramel, his lips brushing against the side of my neck with each syllable.
“Guys, I thought we were talking?—”
“Spread your legs, Lilith,” Ramel murmured into my ear, “we’re done talking now.”
“Ramel,”
He tweaked my nipple sharply and bit down on my neck in warning before whispering in my ear.
“Unless you want the chains back on, you’ll do as you’re told. Spread your legs for Hazai,” he ordered, and I just blinked at him. Would I ever get used to this fucking game of Jekyll and Hyde?
I jumped as Shem slapped my bare pussy, sending a zip of pleasure directly through my core.
“Now, Lilith,” he ordered, his tone dark. Ramel wrapped a hand around my thigh and guided my leg open while Shem did the same with the other.
“Good. Now, as a reward for being so brave tonight, we’re going to make this pretty little pussy come,” Ramel whispered against the corner of my mouth. Shem slid his fingers into me while Ramel began to circle my clit gently.
Shem chucked in my ear as he began to thrust in and out of me. “You’re already so fucking wet, sweetheart. I don’t know why you always try to pretend like you don’t want it.”
I whimpered against them as they stroked me, each of them leaving kisses up and down their respective sides of my neck.
“You might as well enjoy it while you can, deathtrap, because as happy as I am with you for staying, you also still tried to leave.”
“Twice,” Shem hissed, biting on my neck so hard I cried out.
“If you think we forgot about your punishment, you haven’t been paying attention,” Ramel growled. He switched with Shem, plunging his fingers deep inside me while Shem pulled his wet fingers up and over my clit, the new sensation making my whole body burn. I moaned as Ramel curled his fingers deep inside me.
“So enjoy this, deathtrap. Because we’ve got two more weeks until Samhain, and you never know when the mood might strike.”
I bit my lip as they worked me, each of them watching my face intently.
“Show me how much your little pussy likes getting used, deathtrap.”
As if on cue, my breath hitched, and I began to pant.
“There she goes,” Shem murmured as the burning sensation began to build. They both smirked down at me, watching me carefully as my body began to contract with pleasure.
“That’s it, Lilith. Come all over our fingers,” Ramel murmured just before kissing me. The wave of pleasure hit its crest, and I screamed. Shem pulled my nipple into his mouth and pulsed it between his teeth while they both stroked me through it.
“Good girl, deathtrap,” Ramel praised me, kissing me softly on the side of my mouth. “Such a good fucking girl.”
“Love is an untamed force. When we try to control it, it destroys us. When we try to imprison it, it enslaves us. When we try to understand it, it leaves us feeling lost and confused.”
—PAULO COELHO
