I heard one of them laugh. The condescending sound drew a whimper to my throat as I pumped my legs faster, trying my best not to trip on roots or protruding rocks.
“Fuck—your fear makes me so hard. I can’t wait to make you cry.” That was Shem. I spun around again only to catch a glimpse of what I was sure was Shemhazai lurking in the trees.
“Faster, deathtrap.”
I screamed, glancing behind me to find Ramel right there. My stomach bottomed out, and I felt like my heart might explode from the shock of finding him so close. Where had he come from?
“Are you going to try to fight us when we catch you?”
“I hope she fights,” Shem purred from somewhere to my left. “You know I like it when she squirms.”
I turned on my heel and switched directions, screaming again as I almost slammed directly into a tree. Ramel laughed behind me as I stumbled, doing my best to regain my footing as I forced myself to straighten.
“Stop!” I yelped, knowing that they wouldn’t. I couldn’t help it; fear and adrenaline had taken over. My whole body was in full fight-or-flight mode. “Please, stop. I don’t want to play anymore,” I sobbed, glancing over my shoulder again as I ran.
I couldn’t see Ramel anymore, which was somehow even more terrifying. I slammed into something hard, and for a second I thought I had run into another tree, when strong arms wrapped tightly around me and green eyes flashed in the silver beam of moonlight that filtered through the trees overhead.
“Aww. Little Lilith doesn’t want to play?” Shem purred. He spun me around and kicked my knees out before shoving me roughly to the ground. “Too bad, sweetheart. You should have thought of that before you tried to run.”
“It’s showtime!”
—BETELGEUSE ,”BEETLEJUICE”
Ramel melted out of the trees as Shem threw a leg over my back, grabbing a fistful of my hair again and yanking me up onto all fours.
“Oh, deathtrap. It’s cute that you thought you ever had a real chance.” Ramel smirked as he circled behind us, like a shark after blood in the water. Shem slipped the hand that wasn’t gripping my hair around my throat, forcing my head even farther back so he could look me in the face from behind.
I struggled against his hold, still hoping I could get away. If I could just get him off me, I could still maybe make it through the hour.
“Stop struggling, sweetheart, and take your punishment,” Shem growled. He pinched my cheeks, forcing my jaw to open. I squirmed as he laughed before dropping a thick string of saliva directly onto my exposed tongue.
“There, there. That’s a good girl. Now swallow,” he purred, covering my mouth and pinching my nose shut with one hand. I squealed and thrashed in his grip, feeling my hair tear at the roots, all while he chuckled softly.
“Keep her still. I’m going to take off her leggings,” Ramel ordered from behind me as Shem continued to make soothing sounds while he forced me to swallow his spit.
I kicked back with everything I had as I felt Ramel’s fingers curl into the waistband of my tights, but Shem squeezed his knees together so hard I could barely move. My vision began to fade before he finally released his grip on my face and allowed me to breathe again.
I screamed as I gulped back mouthfuls of air. “Get off me!” I snarled, thrashing against Shem’s legs. It felt good to be able to at least fight them since they were staying true to their word and not using their magic to restrain me.
Shem just laughed again and kissed the top of my forehead. “Let it out, sweetheart. Scream all you want if it makes you feel better… but youwillsubmit.”
Ramel ripped my leggings off, and I felt cold air rush over my now-exposed backside. My thong went next, and I gasped as he jerked the fabric so hard it snapped off my flesh.
“Fuck, I never get tired of looking at this pussy,” he growled, and I felt him spread me open, exposing my most intimate parts to him. I could feel his breath against me, and my clit was humming in anticipation. Without meaning to, I felt myself strain toward him. They had trained my body to crave them, and I was suddenly dripping in anticipation. I wanted his tongue on me, and his dark chuckle told me he knew it.
“Now, now, deathtrap. We made a deal. If we caught you, you would need to submit. If you think we’re going to make this easy for you, you haven’t been paying attention.” Ramel cracked a hand against my ass so hard I screamed.
He soothed away the sting, gently rubbing the spot he had bruised before hitting me again.
“Fuck!” I cried, as he gently kissed away the burn.
“The first thing you’re going to do is suck on this cock. I’ve been wanting to feel your mouth on me for fucking days, and I’m sick of putting up with your bratty bullshit,” Shem said, his tone darker than I had ever heard it. Without letting go of my hair, he swung his leg back over me and pivoted so he was facing me, jerking me up to my knees as he did so.
Ramel reached around and unzipped my hoodie, roughly tugging it off of me before snatching up my wrists and holding them behind my back. I heard the telltale sound of metal and leather and froze. I forgot he had brought the leash with him.
He used the lead to bind my hands securely behind my back. “I’ve got her,” he said to Shem as he snaked his hand into my hair, taking over the grip on my head. Shem released me in favor of undoing his belt and dropping his pants to his ankles.
His cock bobbed in the air before me, and he wasted no time pressing it against my lips.
