Page 42 of Zodiac Demons

“It’s not about you.” He shook his head, despite how slowly his sightline climbed back up my bare upper body, and how carefully his hands inched up my legs, slipping just beneath the hem line.

“Start undoing his belt.” Marcus instructed next, and I obliged, dragging the leather through the buckle while holding that vulnerable eye contact in a way that asked his permission, and would continue until he withdrew it. Somewhere in our bond, there was this clear understanding of yes and no, and as he continued to stare into my eyes, glasses still on his nose, and pupils still human in shape, he had all of the power to make me stop with the slightest flicker of his power.

“There’s a lot of things you wouldn’t understand unless you were in my shoes, and none of my reservations have anything to do with…” He trailed off as I unzipped the fly of his dress pants, and freed his very erect cock.

“Why don’t you give him a little relief, Baby Doll?”

“It’s not because…” He swallowed instead of finishing that sentence, as I lifted my hips, and let his hands slide along my skin in the transition into this new position. I was glad I hadn’t bothered to put back on my panties, as I sank down onto him, the head of his cock entering me easily, smoothly, and sliding into my well lubricated pussy.

That eye contact remained locked, as he dragged his teeth over his lower lip. Every breath was slow and controlled, his chest rising and falling in restrained motion.

“Tell him what you want. Don’t be shy.”

“I don’t want to say last month was a mistake.” I rose up just enough to slide along the entire length of his cock, then lowered back down at a pace that even had me desperate to have him filling me faster. “I’m not going to do anything to hurt you.” I rotated my hips as I drove down on him again, changing the pressure points with satisfaction as every inch of him rubbed along my inner walls. “A lot of this is complicated, but there’s no reason we can’t figure it out together.” Fuck, he feels so good. I braced my hands on his shoulders, leaned forward to change the angle of his penetration just enough, then lifted my hips again, and fucked myself on his cock in shallow pulses, rocking on the head of his cock to hit that perfect spot again and again. His hands stayed loose and barely there on my thighs, following my movements without protest or direction. Just letting me control the exactly how I wanted to get off on him. “Whether you abstain tonight or fuck me in the moonlight, the world will be the same when we go home. So why can’t we just enjoy a vacation? What’s done is done. Forget about all of that for just one night.” He started tracing idle lines up and down my legs. “Maybe we can just worry about being happy for a minute.”

“Keep going slow. Drive him to the edge, until he can’t help himself.” Marcus’ voice was a breathy whisper in my mind, and I forced myself to have the discipline to drag my way back up his full length, and agonizingly inch back down, while watching his expression, waiting for him to push back or give in.

“Y-you don’t know what you’re saying.” He protested one more time, before let out an accidental groan of raw pleasure. This hands had made their way under my skirt and up to my ass, and he was squeezing my soft body while doing absolutely nothing to discourage my movements. “This isn’t fair.”

“Now play with yourself. Let him feel your orgasm building. Show him what he’s missing.” Marcus was the devil on my shoulder, fully and truly, and I was okay with that right now.

“What isn’t fair?” I lifted my skirt, and slipped a hand between my legs, skating my index finger over my clit. He dug his fingers into my ass, and I could feel the tether on his sanity wanting to snap. I started rubbing myself for my audience, and the way he relaxed his grip allowed me to keep riding him, while I played with my clit.

His eyes weren’t on me anymore.

He was breathing hard and heavy, as he watched my pussy swallow him over and over again, while I spread my lips with my fingers, and teased at my sensitive core. The way he was watching me perform for him and on him only made me want to work harder, driving myself closer and closer to orgasm, while our combined build up was hitting me with new and delicious force.

“Why do you feel so fucking right?” His voice lost all of its softness, and the way he grabbed me now wasn’t of the gentle, sweet nerd who I spent time with in the library. He flashed me those demon eyes, and my whole body froze under the magic of the Basilisk. He moved his grip up to my hips, then he took total control of the motion, driving into me with new intent, and keeping me paralyzed as he finally took what he was willing to admit he wanted. “Just this once, and only because we’re on vacation. But after this, we have a lot to talk about.”

I’d have agreed if I could move, but I resigned to being his puppet, as he grabbed me by the back of my neck and pulled us together, crashing his lips into mine with a need that bordered on starvation. He bit into my lip, taking away any hope of regaining control, and he squeezed me against him with a protectiveness that was so warm and inviting, that I didn’t need it. I was still on top, but he made it abundantly clear that he would be the one calling the shots now, and he would use my body as he saw fit.

He wasn’t shifted this time. He just wanted me. And that was everything I needed to know.

A quiet beep filled the space, at the same time that the door unlatched and creaked open. Ceto broke that kiss and pulled back like I’d burned him, when that door fell shut, and Marcus leaned back against it.

He offered a teasing clap, before a smirked painted his face. “Beautifully done, Baby Doll. Executed every command to the letter, and even took it a few steps beyond. You are a demon after my own heart.”

Ceto was still buried inside me, all the way to the hilt, and I was still numb from his bite. He stopped moving, and that intense, overpowering lust was now tinged with an unexpected sense of fear.

Chapter 18

“No need to get up. Actually, no need to stop at all. I don’t mind watching.” I pushed off the door and walked on measured steps. Ceto’s Adam’s apple bobbed, and it was delightful how tense the whole room had become. “It’s not like she has any say in the matter anymore anyway.”

I approached the seat by the window, and I stood behind Lila, who was settled so nicely on his lap. She was numb and her body completely limp, and for someone who considered himself a victim of circumstance, the way he got off on fucking someone who was completely helpless under his own power was a kink so pointedly born of his trauma, that I couldn’t help but grin.

I wrapped an arm around her shoulder and held her against my chest, taking a moment to enjoy her scent, before I brushed my fangs over the skin of her neck.

“If I bite her right now, will I taste your venom, little serpent?” I licked along her carotid, teasing myself with the delicious taste of her flesh. “It would be safer to administer the cure first though, don’t you think?” Supporting her limp upper body against my chest, I slipped my hands down her sides, leaning down just far enough grip her hips. I lifted her, careful not to unthread her from his cock, then I lowered her back down, sliding over his length with pointed care. “You’re so close already, aren’t you.” Not a question. I didn’t actually need to ask. “I just wonder: How much faster will you come now that I’m the one in control?”

He bit his lip and looked away, as if closing his eyes was enough to block out the open bond between all three of us.

“I should have known this was a trap.”

“A trap? Now now, don’t be like that. Lila has free will and agency all her own.” I nipped at her ear, and her head fell to one side under its unsupported weight. “Well, when you haven’t stolen it from her anyway.” I drove her down on him again just to make my point. “You wanted to fuck him tonight, didn’t you, Lila?” The way her pleasure built with ever carefully positioned rise and fall on his cock was hitting me hard enough to damn near drive me insane, and I lived for this shit. “You want to be his baby doll, just as much as you’re mine.”

Ceto held his breath without success, while a cold sweat coated his brow and a stifled whimper escaped his stubborn lips.

“This might be too much,” Lila channeled through our mental link, while even her inner thoughts were on the verge of her release.