Reign complied, wrapping his tail around the base of Noah’s dick while his fingers closed around the shaft and started pumping. Noah’s gasp at the initial touch turned into a filthy moan. He tried to hold it in, but simply couldn’t, the sensation of Reign’s hand coiled around him too perfect. Its deliberate strokes were nothing like how it felt when Noah did it himself, the slow but firm squeeze making him writhe under Reign and hang his head back against a shoulder for support.
“Noah,” Reign whispered into Noah’s ear, licking the outer curve. “You offer your body to me every night. It isminealready. Yet, I’m not allowed to claim it, not unlessyou give me your soul alongside it.” He loosened his grip slightly, releasing some of the delicious pressure.
Before Noah could complain, Reign’s other hand came up to Noah’s mouth and plunged two fingers inside. Groaning around them, he licked the two digits, anticipation building in his stomach. He needed them inside him, Reign’s hand around his cock no longer enough.
“Reign…” Noah whined, arching his back so his cock could get more friction.
Reign chuckled again and bit gently on Noah’s ear as he pulled his fingers out and shoved them between their bodies. They wasted no time locating Noah’s hole, rubbing against the rim and pressing in slowly, teasing and making him shake and beg for more.
“I will give you everything you want, Noah,” Reign promised, sinking the two fingers deeper. The stretch and the burn were both torturous and delicious, incomparable to what Noah was used to when he did it himself. Reign opening him up was better, greedier, more sensual, as if Reign himself had dreamed of touching Noah for as long as Noah had dreamed of it. “Not just my body, but also that which you most desire. Iwillalso give you all the pleasure you’ll ever want, but nothing beyond it. That is Hell’s only rule.”Sex but not love, just like the demon tome stated. “So tell me, what is it that you truly want?” he coaxed in that smooth tenor, scissoring his fingers as he sank them to the knuckles and tore out of Noah an obscene moan.
Noah found it hard to think while pleasure ransacked his body, but Reign’s was a simple question with a simple answer. To leave the Empire, that had been Noah’s only goal for as long as he could remember. His dream, his most sacred wish. And he’d just proven he could obtainit on his own, even if, currently, it was only a temporary arrangement and not permanent.
So then, was it worth trading his soul for that? If he himself could do it again in a few years, he should ask for something else, shouldn’t he? Noah panted, letting out another obscene groan and clutching the bedcovers. This was the worst time for figuring out what Reign could give him that was worth bartering his soul.
In the throes of sweet deliriousness, he searched for it anyway, scouring every corner of his mind. But when nothing came to mind, he shook his head, bit his lips and told Reign his honest answer.
“I don’t… know.”
Reign hummed, not seeming to be concerned. “When you do, simply ask me and I will grant that wish.” He chuckled, the sound so close the vibrations of it slid down Noah’s spine as little tingling sparks. “Now speak my name, Noah. My real name. Renounce your soul to me and let me devour you.”
Noah snapped his eyes closed and inhaled sharply, each word like a caress against his heated skin, like an invitation to his soul. He did recognize them for what they were—a temptation, the terms of a contract with a being from Hell that Noah had wished for years he would one day meet in the real world.
All that he needed was a name he didn’t know. Reign’s demonic name. It was an incantation contained within the syllables of a single word that carried power in the same way the names listed in the demon tome in Noah’s suitcase did. Except this one wasn’t there, just like there was no mention of Reign himself among the Kings and Dukes and Princes of Hell.
Reign’s movements quickened, his tail coiling tighter around Noah’s dick, pumping just as urgently as Reign fingers were, driving Noah toward the edge but not close enough so he could tip over it. He whimpered, arched again, the waves of pleasure burning hot, yet it wasn’t enough to make him lose his mind the way he needed to.
Noah pressed his back to Reign’s chest, digging his fingers into whatever part of the demon’s body he could get to from this position, seeking purchase and a name he didn’t know but could taste on the tip of his tongue. Reign’s erection was trapped between their bodies, hot and waiting, and his teeth were gently nipping along the curve of Noah’s shoulder, interchanging with soft licks and suckling.
Would they leave marks? He kind of… hoped so. He wanted proof that Reign had claimed him, and he wanted to claim Reign back. It was a primal need that stemmed from deep within him and urged him to act, to enter a contract with this demon from Hell.
Reign’s fingers hit that spot inside of Noah and he keened, jerking so violently Reign’s grazing teeth sank into his shoulder deep enough to draw blood. It stung, the pain sharp and burning, but in it he found it, dug the name up from some recess of his mind he’d missed earlier, the syllables coming to him in the form of a nostalgic memory of wet grass under his feet, rain on his face and the smell of burning wood and flesh in his nostrils.
“Sairreign,” Noah whispered as he twisted his head sideways to look at Reign, knowing the exact sounds to make in the exact way they needed to be made. “My soul is yours.”
Reign smiled, a smirk that stretched his lips beyond what a human face was capable of. He spoke a chant as hekissed along Noah’s neck, then splayed his palm against the soft flesh of Noah’s inner thigh. The contact was pleasant if prickling at first, lines and curves forming on Noah’s skin, but the sensation quickly turned scorching, burning rather than caressing. Noah thrashed and screamed and cried, but Reign held him down, chanting those mystical words as he branded Noah with his sigil, the process slow and torturous and over the moment the flames licked Noah’s bone and he lost touch with the world.
The pulsing sensation in his left hip forced awareness back into Noah’s body, the merciful embrace of unconsciousness receding as quickly as it had welcomed him when he’d passed out. He gasped for air as his eyes shot open, a thrill of lust surging through him as he found Reign hovering above with his hands braced on either side of Noah’s head. Raw desire contorted his beautiful face and Noah felt the urge to reach up and touch it, but before he could manage, Reign spread his legs and entered him.
Noah gasped, his toes digging into the bedsheets as his hole stretched around Reign’s slicked cock, the intrusion so unexpected, his body tried to fight it at first. But the sensation of fullness that accompanied the sting and the burn felt so good, so overwhelming, making Noah whimper and claw at Reign’s back. Reign bottomed out and paused, his eyes ablaze, giving Noah a few moments to adjust to his girth. Then he pulled back and rammed his hips forward again. Noah moaned loud and with no restraint, wrapping his arms around Reign’s neck, his body willing and eager and needing more. He hung his headback as the discomfort gave way to rough ecstasy, as Reign pounded into him faster and deeper.
“Reign—” Noah bit off another moan, trying to contain his voice as Reign changed the angle.
Fuuck. He couldn’t keep it down. It felt so good, the way Reign’s cock moved inside of him, the way there was still a delicious pressure to every thrust, a slight burn. It was nothing like how it felt to fuck himself with his fingers, the real thing ten times better. More intense, causing zaps and shivers to start and end and run their course all over Noah’s body.
For so long Noah had wanted this, to feel the touch of another man, to be taken by another man. By Reign and by the demon. Heat was building up inside him, the pleasure assaulting him so much more potent than what he’d imagined it would be, so much more addictive as it made him lose himself to the overwhelming sensations. He was at Reign’s mercy, submitting willingly in soul and body, and it was everything, perfect and right and making him want Reign even more.
“Reign,” he cried out, hot desire vibrating through him as Reign hit his prostate again. “Yess… feels so good…” He held Reign tighter, lifting his head to meet Reign’s heavy-lidded gaze as urgency mounted, ushering him closer and closer toward an orgasm. “More.Faster.”
Reign smiled, shifting his weight to one elbow as he reached down and traced the sigil he’d burned into Noah’s flesh. “I’ve been waiting for this for so long, Noah. Waiting to devour you. To make you cry out my name,” he rasped in a low voice, snapping his hips faster as if to prove that. Goosebumps crawled all over Noah’s body from the declaration and the quickening pace, each thrust better andmore dominant than the one before. “To make your body submit to me.”
Ten years. That was how long ago Noah had seen Reign for the first time, a shapeless shadow that had no place among the reflections in the window Noah had happened to glance at. Was that how long Reign had waited too? Stalked Noah in his dreams, watched him? Craved him? Because Reign did crave him, Noah could feel that in how desperately Reign was ramming into him, in the way he was so unequivocally claiming Noah. Noah, whose soul now belonged to Reign as per their contract, even if Noah did not feel any different. There was no infringement upon his will or his mind or his body, all of Noah just as compelled to fuck Reign as he had been before Reign had branded his flesh.
“Noah.” The whisper against his neck sent another thrill through Noah’s body, made him push against Reign to meet him thrust for thrust. “Mm, the way your body takes me so shamelessly”—he stopped tracing the sigil and rubbed his fingers around Noah’s hole at the point where it wrapped around his dick—“it’s as if it was made for me, Noah.” His eyes glowed, the red in them mesmerizing in its intensity. “And to be the first one to ever have you…” He licked his lips and pulled all the way out, letting Noah experience the stretch around his entrance all over again. “I will make it so that your body craves me from now on. Craves my cock filling you, my hands touching you.”
“Reign,” Noah groaned, feeling his balls drawing up. He was fucking himself on Reign’s dick now, shaking his ass because he was so close, needing to come, to let the tension leave him and ride out that euphoric wave he knew was waiting for him. “Reign,” he pleaded with voice and body alike.
Reign’s eyes fluttered closed and he upped the pace again, the movement of his hips no longer smooth like it had been so far. He fucked Noah with abandon, making them both groan and gasp and hold onto each other until their bodies finally unraveled.
