19. Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Nineteen

Rayven

The intense pulse between my legs, coupled with his words, had me burning up.

I balked at the deadly heat in Belial’s eyes. His hands clamped over my hips, and he lifted me, flipping me so I was on the mattress on my hands and knees.

“Bend over for me, treasure. Show me all I own.”

That line. Fuck, that line.

This wasn’t the first time he’d commanded me into this exposing position in my dreams.

But this time was different. Before I could obey of my own will, he took hold of my soul again, like he had in the hall after the masquerade, and forced my head to the pillow with my ass in the air.

I felt like a puppet on a string. And fuck me, it had me so wet and worked up, I could barely stand it. I started to drip with arousal that streaked down my thighs.

Belial took notice and laughed—ugh, that laugh. In this form, he didn’t have lips, but I could still hear that arrogant, half-cocked smirk in his voice.

His hands smoothed over my ass, kneading my blazing flesh. He’d worked me up until I was half-drunk with lust, and his fingers biting into my asscheeks had me straining against his hold, trying to push closer to him.

I needed more friction. “Belial, please… I need…”

“You need what?” he teased. “Demon cock? How about you beg me for it?”

“Fuck you,” I hissed through clenched teeth.

“You’re about to,” he cackled as his fingers trailed to my soaked core.

He ran his index finger gently over my center, from my asshole all the way to my clit, his claw grazing the sensitive skin just enough to leave me shivering.

“You’re a fucking tease.”

“ No ,” he corrected with a sharp edge in his grave-deep baritone. “A merciful Lord is what I am. If I don’t make sure you’re dripping wet for me, I’ll ruin your pretty little pussy before I’ve barely had a chance to play with it.”

After a few more moments, he removed his hand and replaced it with the head of his cock, nudging it against my folds.

I half expected him to enter me violently, but he took his time, canting his hips forward at a pace that was somehow even more excruciating.

“Weeping Hells,” Belial said behind me in a half groan, half growl. “Do you have any idea how fucking good you look stretching around me?”

My fingers curled into the sheets as he pushed more of himself inside. My body struggled to take him, but he talked me through it as he worked himself into me inch by inch.

“You’re doing so good for me, Rayven. Almost there. Fuck—you’re taking so much of me.”

He was impossibly huge, but he managed to seat all of himself inside me.

“Good fucking girl,” he praised, his hunger making his voice thick and wolfish. “You sheath all of me.”

Gods, how could this be a dream? It felt so real—everything from his warm breath barreling over the back of my neck to the ridges on his shaft, rubbing me in a way that had drool trickling from the corners of my mouth.

Belial arched over my frame, his muzzle nuzzling into my hair. “How does it feel to have the Lord of Bones inside you, human?”

That was a complicated question. It fucking hurt. Having him this close, even in my dreams, always hurt, but I’d come to crave the pain.

I opened my mouth to respond, but a sharp punch of his hips had nothing but a swollen string of broken curses, laced together on a lusty groan, falling from my tongue.

He let out an evil chuckle as he used his magic to force me up onto my knees. His meaty forearms banded around my middle, keeping me flush to him as he fucked me with deep and unhurried thrusts. His long fingers curled around my arm, claws drumming against the three marks he cut into my flesh. “All fucking mine .”

For once, I didn’t have a bratty retort to fire off. All I could manage was a sloppy nod.

He released his hold on my arm, only to snatch my chin and turn my head to force my gaze to his. The flames of his eyes filled my vision, and I found myself frozen in unholy awe of the terrifying demon lord taking me from behind.

His head canted, smoke from his eyes twirling through the air between his horns like a crown of haze and embers. “What was that, grave treasure?”

My eyes watered as his skull shoved into my space, his flames making it impossible to breathe as it stung my nostrils. I choked, sputtering in a complicated twist of torturous pleasure. “I— I—”

“If you know you belong to me…” His fingers spread from my chin, his hand swallowing my face as he wrenched my head to his until there was no space left between us. “Use your words to tell me.”

“I…I belong to you,” I gasped into his palm, stupidly turned on by the monstrous visage peaking at me through his spread fingers.

“That’s right. I own every bit of you.”

His ring finger moved down my face, slipping into my mouth, hooking under my teeth and rubbing the backs of them. “Your bones. Your soul…”

I choked out a sob as I felt his grip on my soul twist, and my hips slammed back on his cock hard enough to make me see stars.

“Your flesh.”

He slapped my ass hard enough to make a loud crack that echoed through the Lord of Envy’s chamber. Whatever pain I felt from the spank was quickly chased away by overwhelming shockwaves of pure pleasure.

Pulling his finger from my mouth to grip my throat, he chuckled as he caught my expression. “Look at that slutty little look on your face. It’s even sexier than that expression you get when you imagine my split tongue inside your sweet little cunt.”

“I—I don’t imagine that.”

“Does your pussy always clench when you lie?” Another firm smack to my ass, the delicious sting pushing me closer to the edge. “Come for your Lord, little human. Drench my cock in your cum.” His words were authoritative, demanding my complete obedience. I didn’t dare disobey him.

I came with a strangled cry, my every nerve on fucking fire as my orgasm ravaged my system.

He rode me through the intense waves of my release, his thrusts more punishing and frantic now as he chased his own climax.

His maw opened, ropes of saliva dripping onto my shoulders and slipping down my breasts as he panted with every push and pull of his hips. A few beats later, he came, exploding inside me with a demonic snarl.

The warmth inside me was better than it had any right to be in the throes of my own mind.

It wasn’t until I went limp in his arms that he released his hold on my soul, slipped his cock out of me, and turned me around so we were face to face, our chests clashing together as he fought for breath. “You did so good for me, Rayven.”

He gently laid me down in bed, tucking me in as if I was actually sleeping in Leviathan's bed for the night, rather than the cold cage beside it.

“What now?”

The demon lord rose from the bed, standing over me with a sad air about him. “Now, you wake up.”

My pounding heart twisted in my chest. “What about Leviathan?”

“He’ll keep you safe.”

“Safe?” I shot into a sitting position, scoffing. “Stripping me out of my dress and forcing me into a cage doesn’t make me feel safe.”

Belial tensed, the cords in his thick neck flexing. “I thought Asmodeus took your clothes.”

“No, it was your creepy sea snake of a brother. He made me eat out of his hand. I don’t like how he looks at me.”

There was a barbed moment of silence as Belial seemed to absorb this new information. “Asmodeus was too thick to understand my powers, but Levithan is well aware that I am stronger than him. He may make you uncomfortable, but he won’t hurt you.”

I should have found comfort in Belial’s assurance, but that hook in my gut only seemed to dig deeper. “How long will I have to wait?”

“I’m coming for you as fast as I can.” He gently guided me back and teased his tongue over the seam of my lips, the closest to a kiss he could give in this form. “You’ll be safe in Leviathan’s realm until I come to you. I promise, I’m not far.”

My heart fluttered at the thought of him showing up for real and saving me, and my attention moved back to the trio of severed heads speared onto the ferryman’s oar.

If my suspicions were right, Leviathan’s head would be joining the oar soon.