8. Chapter Eight

Chapter Eight

Belial

I hadn’t officially crowned Rayven yet, but here she was, already spouting demands like the queen she’d soon be. How could I not obey?

Keeping my eyes glued to my little human, I lowered myself to kneel at her feet.

I’d never submitted to anyone or anything, but here I was, giving over control to this not-so-delicate mortal female. That was one of the things I’d come to love about her. She breathed life into my cold and lonely existence.

She peered down at me with a thunderstruck look in her eye, as if she hadn’t expected me to obey. I couldn’t blame her. I almost didn’t.

But Rayven was right—she deserved some sort of retribution for what I’d done to her.

“You look good on your knees.” Her tone was hard, but her words were sheathed in velvet.

She looked at me like I was going to be her next meal. Bleeding fucking Hells, no one ever looked at me like that. Not this face, not with these scars.

Pleasure burned through me as she licked her lips, her tongue swiping up the final traces of my blood. “Maybe I should make you crawl, like you did with me our first night together.”

The memory had me smirking, but it fell away with my hiss as she suddenly pressed the dagger’s point under my chin, forcing my head back as far as it would go. “But first, I’d like to hear you beg for my forgiveness.”

Her eyes stretched to the size of dinner plates as I leaned into the dagger, pushing the weapon’s tip into my skin enough to draw blood.

I could feel the warm liquid dribble down my chest.

Rayven’s dark eyes rounded as they trailed the wet beads descending my torso, soaking into the waist of my pants. By the rosy tint of her cheeks and the feminine scent filling my nose, she liked watching me bleed.

Twisted little thing. She really was perfect for me. “I’ll do more than beg, my treasure. I’ll bleed for you.”

I flattened my hands on the floor and slowly snaked them under the hem of her dress, grinning up at her as my fingers curved over her ankles. “I’ll tear down kingdoms for you. I’ll drape you in silver.”

My hands traveled up her legs, and my cock throbbed at the tears of arousal rolling down her inner thighs. “I’ll bring the heads of your enemies on pikes and build you a throne of their bones.”

I ached to grip my dick, to stroke myself at the sight of her towering over me, shadows in her eyes that were as violent as they were lustful. But I resisted, keeping my hands anchored to her. She was asking for my devotion, and oh, gods help her, I was about to give her every ounce of my ravenous attention.

“I’ll lavish you in riches of the dead, and I’ll fuck you like only a demon king can.”

Her thighs quivered beneath my hands, and her breathing picked up with the rhythm of her pulse. I shoved the hem of her dress up with a growl and felt the fabric catch on my antlers. My hands slid higher to part her labia.

She inhaled sharply as I brought my face close enough for her to feel my breath sweep over her exposed core. A chuckle dropped from my lips at her frustrated huff as I turned my head to paint a lick up her thigh instead. “I’ll tongue fuck you until you’re teetering on the edge of ecstasy and unconsciousness. I’ll milk you of every drop of cum I can wring from your pretty little cunt. All you have to do is forgive me…”

“I didn’t say bargain. I said beg.”

My mouth curved against her, teeth scraping flesh. “Please.”

Her breathing turned to panting. “Please, what?”

“Forgive me.” My voice was barely more than a rasp, made rough with hunger and lack of patience. I needed her now. I wanted her begging for me . But I’d give her what she wanted. I’d make her scream either way. “Forgive me, and I’ll feast on the flesh between your legs like a starving wolf.”

She grabbed one of my antlers—an offense that would have been a death sentence for anyone else—and wrenched my head back from under her skirt to hit me with a look fitting an evil queen. “There the demon goes again, making more deals. You can’t help yourself, can you?”

I licked my lips. “My self-control is almost non-existent when I’m around you. Your taste, your smell, your everything. It makes me feel like every bit the monster I am.”

“How about you feast on me anyway?” She dragged the dagger’s point up the column of my throat, over my jaw, and traced the scars on my lips. “Make your queen come with your mouth, or I’ll add to the pretty little collection of scars you have. Maybe I’ll just do it anyway. They’re so fucking sexy on you.”

My new mate was enjoying the feeling of being in control for the first time in days, probably even longer. She was stepping into a dominant role like a fish taking to water. She’d make such a perfect queen.

I dove back under her skirts and picked up her leg, throwing it over my shoulder for a better angle.

“Hold onto my antlers,” I instructed her. Before the last word had left my mouth, my tongue stoked through her folds. Her taste had my balls tightening, but the best part of pleasuring her like this was always the feeling of her heart pounding against my tongue. I pushed my head lower and speared her with the hot muscle. Her body jerked, the heel of her boot stabbing into my back.

“Belial…”

“Shh,” I breathed against her, my voice coming out muffled and contorted.

One of the things about being a demon was having a tongue that was longer than an average human’s. This form had nothing on my more formidable one, but it still filled her up enough to have her moaning as she held onto my antlers for dear life.

Her walls clamped tight around my tongue before fluttering and spasming with her climax.

I licked her cum from my lips. “Forgive me?”

“N–no.”

I set to making her come again. This time, my tongue circled her clit while I fucked her with my finger. After a few thrusts, I pushed a second digit inside her heat. “You take me so well, my queen. I can’t wait to bend you over and watch you take your lord’s cock.”

She let out a shaky breath, her walls quivering with the motion. I pumped faster, harder, her cute little cries full of the raging inferno of lust growing inside me.

My ministrations grew rougher, more fervent. She grew wetter, her moans getting louder to the point where the guests downstairs might hear. Good. Let them hear. I wanted them to know how well I could pleasure my woman.

She came again. Her insides turned molten hot, and another wash of fluid coated my fingers—she was so wet now, there was an obscene sound every time I thrust into her.

“Forgive me.” It wasn’t a question anymore. Now, it was an order.

“N–no.” She could barely articulate.

I kept finger fucking her through her climax, picking up speed. If it wasn’t for the fact that I was holding her up, she’d collapse. “I can go on like this all week, baby. You have to give in some time.”

It was with her third orgasm that she forced out a fragmented “N–e–ver.”

Pulling out of her with a snarl, I emerged from her skirts and shot to my feet. She raised the dagger, but I seized her wrist this time, gripping it hard enough to make her drop it.

Our eyes locked, the few inches between us buzzing with electricity.

The heart in my chest, the one I thought was dead and gone for the longest time, beat hard enough for me to know it was there.

That’s what this little human did to me. She had melted the ice around my heart, made me something I thought death could never be. She made me feel alive.

I spun her around and bent her over the table, her stomach flush with the flat surface.

“Lift your dress.”

I half expected her to rebel, but she rushed to obey, reaching back to gather the black and burgundy fabric and bundling it around her waist.

“All I have to do is make you come a few times, and you turn right back into my good, obedient little queen.”

She cast a glance over her shoulder, shooting me a heated look. Her brows crunched with frustration. “If you’re going to fuck me, just do it already, before I die of old age.”

“Perhaps I spoke too soon.” I grinned and slapped her ass. “Spread your legs.”

Swallowing, she positioned her legs wide.

“Now, reach around and spread your ass for me. Show me what’s mine.”

She reached around to spread the round globes of her ass, giving me an unobstructed view of her tight asshole and dripping pussy.

I leaned back to take in the sight of her with the script flipped, her now submitting to me, and committing the image to memory.

“So fucking beautiful,” I crooned as I quickly worked to undo the buttons on my pants.

Rayven’s thick lashes fluttered as she watched me pull myself out. I spit in my palm and rubbed it over my shaft, making sure the silver cuff, the hoop decorating my head, and the silver chain connecting them were properly lubricated for her.

Of all the filthy things I wanted to say to her, a simple “thank you, little human,” was what left my tongue. “You have given me the world.”

She may not have fully forgiven me. Knowing her, she probably never would. But I had earned a shred of her trust back, or, if not that, her desire. It was a start. I’d spend the rest of eternity earning every shred of her devotion I could possess.

“Brace your hands on the table.”

She did as she was told, and when her hands lifted from her ass, mine replaced them. I palmed her supple flesh before giving a few smacks to the left cheek, then to the right. I mumbled a curse as I watched a bright red imprint of my hands appear on her flesh.

I’d never get tired of that color on her.

There was a mirror mounted over the table, a small one framed in silver. I pulled the pin holding her updo in place and gathered her hair in my hand, gripping it at the base of her neck. Pulling up, I forced her up to look in the mirror.

“I want you to watch me enter you. Keep your eyes on me. I want you to see what you do to me.”

She sucked her bottom lip between her teeth and gave a nod.

I held her eyes as I kept one hand on her ass while my other encircled my base, guiding my cock to her pussy. My hips canted forward, slipping into her at an agonizing pace. As I stretched her, my mouth dropped open with a strangled moan, my scarred face twisting with pleasure.

She bit tighter on her lip to swallow back her cry. I gave an angry shake of my head, the chains and charms tangling with my antlers at the motion. “I want to hear your sweet and slutty sounds, baby. Let everyone know I can make you feel more than pain.”

I sank another couple of inches into her with a harder jab of my hips. This time, she unleashed an animalistic groan that had my cock twitching inside her. Just as quickly as I’d fed it to her, I pulled it out and pushed it in again, letting her get used to my size.

One day, she’d take my full form, but not today. It would be a while before she’d be ready for that. It was possible she’d never want me to take her in my true form. She associated the bone-headed beast with nothing but pain and suffering.

Her whole body shook as I pushed more of me into her, the entirety down to the silver cuff now inside her.

“Goddamn, the chain… I feel it, r-rubbing i–inside.”

“And you take it like a fucking goddess,” I praised her with another purr. “Now, push yourself back on me, my sweet human.”

She leaned back, moving slowly. I finally ripped my eyes from hers to watch the rest of my shaft disappear inside her. “Good girl. You swallow all of me so beautifully. A perfect fit.”

“I feel so full.”

“That’s because you have nine inches of demon cock buried inside this little hole.”

“Oh God,” she whimpered.

My head snapped up, eyes flashing dangerously in the mirror. “What did I tell you about crying out that name when you’re with me?”

“That…that God has no place here.”

“Yes, and?”

She swallowed again, her eyes glazing as she stretched back to my words that first night I’d chained her to my bed. “There’s no god here. Only darkness and the screams of the damned.”

“That’s right.” I pulled out and slammed back into her, hard enough to make her hands slap against the table. A heated scream tore from her throat, making me thrust in and out of her body at a rapid pace that had her eyes rolling into her head.

I wanted to ride her like this for the rest of the day, ball be damned. But— blood and darkness —I couldn’t hold back any longer.

My balls drew tight against my body, my cock throbbed inside her, and with a series of frantic, shallow thrusts, I poured myself into her with a broken groan.

She cried, coming for a fourth time seconds after my own climax.

Caught up in the euphoria of it all, my mind was a haze. If I’d been thinking clearly, maybe I wouldn’t have gone through with what I was about to do next, but all I could think about was how I needed more of her. Forever. For always. Now that she’d turned down her last chance at freedom, she needed to know she’d be mine for eternity.

There’d be no escape now.

I reached around and grabbed her wrist, twisting it behind her back.

She winced at the awkward angle. “Ow, what are you—”

Her words melted into something between a scream and a moan—an unholy sound that had me hardening again inside her as I sliced into her wrist with my claw.

I made the third cut on her arm, marking that her time was up.

Leaning over her, my chest crushed her against the table. I kissed the shell of her ear, whispering, “You’re all mine, little thief, until eternity’s end…”

She shivered at the words I’d used when we’d first struck our deal.

I pulled out of her, and she immediately flung herself away from me, cheeks red and eyes full of tears. She stooped and grabbed Catherine’s dagger without a word, darting down the hall and away from me.

The thought of chasing after her sprung to mind, but I dismissed it with a dark grin as I stuffed myself back into my pants.

I’d give her space—for now.

It wouldn’t be long until I found her again.