18. Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Eighteen

Belial

“You’re mine.” Over and over, I repeated those words as I crawled back onto the bed, trapping her tiny frame between my arms.

I kept saying it not only because it made her shiver in ecstasy, but also as an assurance to myself. She was fucking mine, not my brothers’, despite their backstabbing plans to take her from me.

I’d do everything it took to get her back, murder being the least of it. Even now, as I wooed my little human in her dreams, I was back on my gondola, sailing straight for Vine’s domain.

He was next on my war path to regain my property. It didn’t matter that he wasn’t involved in the other lords’ scheme. He hadn’t even been at the All Hallows’ Eve Masquerade, but Rayven had passed through his domain, and the Lord of Pride hadn’t so much as lifted a finger to help her.

It wasn’t like he didn’t know the mortal human floating through the Styx, stinking of Limbo, belonged to me. He just didn’t care enough to interfere, and he would die for that mistake.

Soon, his would be another head on my oar, and the realm he’d leave behind would be yet another wedding gift for my queen.

Once I’d finished paying Vine a visit in the third circle, I’d make my way to the fourth and collect Rayven from Leviathan. Of all my brothers, he was the only one I’d call a friend, though that was still a bit of a stretch. I did trust him to keep her away from the other demon lords, though. Leviathan hated the concept of sharing just as much as me.

He’d keep her safe for me until I arrived.

In the meantime, I’d keep her mind at ease while she slept.

Blood and darkness , the sounds she made as she came were so fucking delicious, they had my tongue oozing with copious amounts of saliva, a thick rope of pre-cum trailing from the slit of my tip.

She squirmed and flushed that hue of red I loved so much as my fluids dripped onto her skin.

Fuck, I needed her more than ever. That look she gave me when I shifted into my monster form went straight to my dick. For the first time, she didn’t look at the Lord of Bones with fear and hatred. She looked at me with desire .

Then, when she took my oar, her sweet little mound growing slicker than ever? Dark perfection.

If only this was real. If only I really had her pinned beneath me. Thanks to the plum magic, sex would feel more real than any dream ever could, but at the end of the night, it would still be only that; a dream and nothing more.

I’d ride her hard tonight so she’d wake up throbbing with need for me. The whisper of my touch between her legs would be a promise for what was to come once she was truly in my arms.

She whimpered as I ran my hands over her body, smearing my saliva and pre-cum over every inch of her, leaving her glistening.

Leviathan’s bedroom opened to the ocean, and the moon leaked through its shroud of clouds. Unlike the blood moon in Limbo, Envy’s was a pale green. Its sinister glow outlined one side of Rayven’s body while the flickering light suspended over the bed wrapped her other side in fire and shadow.

I hummed at the sight of her, spread and panting for me, ready for my cock—or at least so she thought. In reality, when we mated in my true form, she’d need more warming up before her mortal cunt could take a demon like me.

She was so sensitive, and I picked up on every goddamn reaction her body had to me. Each tear that leaked from her weeping cunt. Each breath she drew into her lungs, making her breasts heave. Each bat of her lashes and every beat of her heart.

“You’re staring at me,” she muttered, breathless as she rode out the tail of her orgasm.

My fingers swept over her shoulder, brushing back a lock of her raven hair. “Can you blame me? Look at you. You’re fucking glowing with life.”

My hand roamed down her body from her shoulder, sweeping over her breast, flicking her nipple piercing before settling on her thigh. “Practically begging for death to snuff out that pretty light behind your eyes…”

Her chest hitched with the gasp frozen in her throat, and I laughed, cold and cruel. There was that flicker of fear I’d almost come to miss. I loved seeing her strong and stubborn, but there was something about mortal terror that got my dick hard. That lust for fear was inherent to all demonkind.

“Relax, little human. I’ve already decided I’m keeping you like this, forever the mortal queen of rot and bone. That way, I’ll still be able to feel the beat of your heart whenever I slip inside you…”

“You’re fucked,” she said, repeating her words the night I’d had her in my bed, when I told her she had the prettiest pussy I’d ever seen—fluttery and warm, unlike any corpse I’d known. Then, I’d promptly fucked her with a wine bottle.

“And your flesh will stay vibrant and fresh.” I pinched her inner thigh, and she jerked. My tongue flicked the spot, enjoying the way it burned hot, and my body dipped lower. I traced the scars on her calves—the ones she’d gotten from scaling countless cemetery fences. “I could count your scars till the end time, you know.”

She gaped at me with a thunderstruck look. I half wished I was still in my lesser form so she could reach out and touch my scars the way I knew she would.

I rose and carefully wrapped my hand around her throat. “The second I get you home, I’m making you a new collar. You won’t have to wear it all the time.”

She gave me a hopeful expression that seemed distrusting at the same time. “I won’t?”

“Only in private. In our bed.”

Her gaze turned suspicious. “You won’t have me wear anything in public?”

“Of course I will,” I snarled as my attention settled on her frantic pulse drumming a beat against my fingers. “You’ll wear my crown.”