Chapter 8

CHAPTER 8

I t's late, probably early morning, not that it matters. Exhaustion is turning my eyelids into sandpaper, but I can't convince myself to fall asleep. I've been staring at the same crack in the wall for hours, the covers up to my chin as I go over everything I learned earlier. For all I know, Ben could already by dead.

Tears prick my eyes at that realization.

Ben is in the hands of someone far worse than I first thought, Jacob isn't really Jacob but some ex-communicated Mage. Terrifying, right? If what Mr. Muscles — aka Cecil Arlay — said is true, then Jacob was killed months ago. His body was found decaying in an abandoned section of the tunnel system beneath the Academy.

I mean, the guy was an asshole, but I didn't want him dead. Okay, maybe a little bit. He was a major asshole.

Instead, a mage by the name of Dimitri killed him and slid seamlessly into Jacob's life, after using magic to change his appearance. Apparently, the psycho is powerful enough to actively use magic without anyone around him knowing, something I didn't think was even possible.

Magic has a feel to it that anyone with abilities in their bloodline can pick up on, even if they can't do magic themselves. We can still feel it.

And he now has Ben. He's been stalking my best friend and none of us even knew. Once Cecil had uncovered Jacob/Dimitri's real identity, he had been able to trace his steps and the guy was obsessed with Ben.

Guy had a shrine dedicated to him.

And to add yet another thing to worry about, Jacob/Dimitri's former roommate can't be reached, which is concerning. Did the roommate up and leave or is there another body decomposing in the tunnels?

The mattress behind me shifts and a heavy arm slides up my body to rub soothing circles over my chest.

"I can practically feel you thinking," Asenath rumbles as he rubs his forehead against the back of my neck.

The power that binds the three of us flares painfully and I flinch.

Asenath's hand tenses against my chest. "Is he. . ." I swallow, forcing the next words through the lump in my throat. "Is Ben being hurt?"

"I would assume so. The binding allows us to feel each other's pain. If the binding were complete, we would be able to track him down," Asenath says softly, his breath puffing across the skin of my neck.

His words echo in my mind, reverberating and getting louder. Is this just something he's saying to get me to say yes? Is there any truth to it? He hasn't lied to me yet. Hell, even Dean Hayes wasn't overly upset with Asenath's presence. They were all able to answer the few questions about demons I could think of after Ben's abduction.

But am I desperate enough to permanently bind myself to a demon lord on the chance of finding Ben?

Yes. I will burn the world down to find him.

I turn to face Asenath, his hand sliding along my body until it's cupping my ass. He squeezes once but then just lets his hand rest there, his crimson eyes regarding me patiently. It's like he already knows what I'm about to say.

"You give me your word that we can find him if we complete the binding?"

"I can't do that," he replies sadly.

Disappointment and anger crash through me, but I fight them back to let him finish.

"There has never been a three-way binding. It shouldn't be possible, but I can feel Ben just as I can feel you. I don't know if we need him to complete the binding or if it will be enough with just the two of us. I don't know if our connection to him will be as strong as to each other. All I can offer is a chance that it will be enough to bring him home to you."

Hope. He's offering me hope. Even if it's tentative, it's the best I have right now.

I nod, swallowing thickly. All my training is telling me to run, but the open honesty on his face — and the terror of what Ben is enduring at the hands of a psychopath — is enough to say to hell with it.

His power brushes against me, a warmth that makes me breathe faster as heat coils low in my stomach. Lust, but not the overpowering inferno that it can be. It's gentle, the caress of a lover on a lazy afternoon or a late-night kiss after a long day.

His hand moves, sliding beneath the waistband of my boxers. His touch is gentle as his finger slides down the crease of my ass. My breath hitches as he circles my hole, pressing down just enough that I wiggle against him in anticipation. But he doesn't rush, even though I grind my hips against him impatiently.

He leans forward, his lips brushing against mine in a gentle kiss. They are soft and when I brush my tongue against the seam of his mouth he opens for me, allowing me to explore him.

Except I don't want gentle.

I crush my lips against his, shoving my tongue as deep into his mouth as I can while I push against his shoulders, trying to get him to roll onto his back. He pulls away from me, a smile curving his lips.

"Is that how it's going to be, little minx?" Heat flares in his eyes as he moves us, but instead of me straddling his waist, I'm on my back, his body pushing me into the mattress.

And he is still very much naked.

He's already sporting a semi and it's lying heavily against my lower stomach. Fuck, he's not even fully hard and he already looks to be six or more inches. Definitely a shower, rather than a grower. And the girth of the damn thing is enough to give me anxious butterflies. Not to mention the ridges and little nubs trialing down its length.

"Touch me, little minx. I promise it won't bite."

I raise my eyebrows at that. "Not biting I'm worried about. Don't think I'm ready to take on the Great American Challenge just yet," I reply breathlessly.

He moves his hips languidly, that massive dick rubbing over mine, those ridges and nubs doing strange things to my thought process. Jesus, it should not feel this good.

He tilts his hips again, his dick pointing toward the sky as he continues to grind against my crotch. My boxers can't hide the raging erection I'm sporting, a wet spot already forming at the tip. But there's something about watching that giant gray dick moving up and down between my legs that has me reaching out, my fingers hesitantly brushing against him.

He shudders above me, head falling forward as I run my fingers over his smooth skin, already slick with rivulets of pre-cum.

Biting my lip, I wrap my fist around his shaft. Holy shit, he's so thick there has to be at least an inch of space between my fingers and thumb. I stroke him slowly, feeling all those extra sensations along his length. Goosebumps erupt over my skin at the thought of feeling all that inside me, catching on my rim and scraping my inner walls. Of all those ridges sliding against my prostate.

I grip him a little tighter.

Asenath moans, his hips jerking forward and I audibly gulp when that bulge at the base of his dick meets my hand. I doubt I can take his full length, much less get. . .knotted? But I can't deny the fact that I get breathless at the thought of it. Of feeling myself stretch over all that thickness, getting locked together as the tentacle things at the very base of him tease my rim.

My dick jerks, precum drenching my boxers, and my face heats up at Asenath's husky chuckle. Damn him and his ability to make me blush like an awkward teenager.

"There's lube in my nightstand. We need to do this before common sense comes back to me," I say, letting him go.

He gives me a smirk, leaning down to lick a trail up my throat until he can capture my earlobe between his teeth.

"We don't need lube, little minx. My kind make our own."

I subtly rub my fingers together. The precum that covers my hand is still wet, that gliding slickness that I associate with the high-end lube.

Before I can overthink it, I shimmy out of my boxers, my dick slapping against my stomach, pre-cum leaking from the slit. Asenath presses his lips to mine, and I jerk when his hands slide under my thighs, urging them to part.

His lips trail down my chest, tongue darting out to lick across one nipple at the same time as a slick digit pushes into my hole, breaching me and sinking deep. My mouth falls open as I arch into his hand. His tongue and lips lave my nipple as he pumps his finger in and out of me.

Asenath turns his attention to my other nipple, teeth clamping down on the nub as he slips a second finger inside me. He moves his hand faster, his thumb bumping against my taint with every thrust as he scissors his fingers, stretching me.

I know I don't need much prep, but fuck this feels good. Pressure builds in my balls, making me desperate enough that I thrust my hips, fucking myself on his fingers. But it isn't enough. I need more.

As if reading my mind, Asenath's tail makes an appearance, wrapping around my dick.

A high keening sound escapes my throat when his tail starts to vibrate. My mind blanks from the pleasure, my body arching off the bed again as my hands flutter chaotically against his back. My balls draw tight to my body, an orgasm barreling toward me just for the damn thing to stop short. Asenath's tail is practically strangling my dick, preventing my orgasm.

"Fuck," I shout as I come back from that edge, his tail falling away from me. Asenath laughs as he leisurely fucks me with his fingers, the stretch letting me know he added at least one more finger inside me.

"Oh, little minx, did you really think I'd get you off that quick?"

"I mean, I wouldn't complain about it," I say breathlessly.

His lips quirk up in a small smile before he removes his fingers from me. I damn near whimper at the sudden empty feeling, but it doesn't last long. I suck in a shuddering gasp when he notches his flared cockhead against my hole and I come to the very startling realization that three of his fingers are not nearly enough prep.

"Breath, little minx and when I tell you to, push down," Asenath says soothingly.

I nod mutely, my mouth dropping open in a moan as he pushes against my entrance. My hole slowly stretches. And keeps stretching. Holy fuck, is he getting bigger?

"Ready?"

I bear down, my hands gripping the sheets beneath me as he pushes hard. Pain shoots through me as my rim widens. And then he's past my inner ring. He freezes and I feel his dick jerk spasmodically, warmth spurting inside of me.

I raise an eyebrow. Did he just . . .? But all he does is grin down at me. "I told you my kind have our own lube."

Oh. OH!

He hums in amusement, hands gripping my thighs as he slowly pushes inside. The first of the ridges and bumps push past my rim and my eyes roll to the back of my head. He pulls back, all those ridges catching on my hole. I about come from that experience alone. Jesus, this is going to be a religious experience.

He gives a shallow thrust, deeper than before, and I hiss out in pain as my rim gapes wider. "I thought you said you could size-to-fit," I groan out, my dick flagging from the pain.

"Not for this, my mix. For this, you have to take all of me."

Fuck, I'm going to be split in two. There's no way I can take all of him. I don't care what the porn videos show, it isn't physically possible. "How much do you have to stick in?"

Sliding his hands down the insides of my thighs, he runs a thumb along the edge of my rim. His other thumb rubs along my taint, stimulating my prostate as he continues to glide in and out of me, going just a little farther each time.

A full-body shudder rolls through me at the different sensations, my dick coming back into play at the pleasure. My stomach is slick with pre-cum in seconds. "Fifteen, maybe sixteen inches."

Hmm? Wha. . .? Oh, right. He's finally answering my question. And I almost choke — partly from the fact that I'm about to completely rearrange my insides and partly because those nubs along his dick are sliding against my prostate like Morse code for the Kama Sutra.

His hands grip my thighs as he picks up speed, and the feeling of him against my inner walls as he tunnels into me makes my mind bliss out.

He keeps up that gentle pace, just fast enough to make the pleasure build but not enough to have me falling over the edge. Believe me, I will easily be able to come hands free from this.

"I need more," I pant out, levering myself to my elbows. I want to see just what is disappearing inside of me. Glancing down, my dick kicks at the sight and I don't know if I should follow my body's yes or my mind's hell no . Because there's just so much of him.

Chuckling, Asenath pushes me back down, pinning me to the mattress as he pushes into me. And keeps going. My hands fly to his wrist, fingernails digging into his skin as he completely rearranges my insides.

A litany of "Oh my God" falls from my lips as he moves, pulling back until his flared cockhead catches on my rim before slamming inside. And all I can do is hold on to his wrist.

His free hand wraps around my dick, stroking me in time to his thrusts, and I practically see stars. I'm barely conscious of something pushing against my hole every time he buries himself inside me. That burning sting of my rim temporarily being stretched even farther just pushes me closer to the edge.

"Give me your hand, little minx. I want you to feel something," Asenath growls.

I immediately let go of his wrist. Taking my hand, he puts it on my stomach and I open my eyes in confusion.

Something is pushing against my hand.

"Oh, fuck," I choke out as he begins to thrust and I feel his dick glide against my hand through my own body.

"You take my dick so well, little minx. It's been a while since I've found a human who can take me in my normal form."

I shiver at his words, his praise making my dick leak even more. How I haven't combusted already is beyond me. I don't have that much stamina.

The sound of his thighs slapping my ass is loud in the room, and my breath hitches every time he pauses long enough to push that knot of muscle against my hole, stretching me more and more.

And with each push I feel power coiling tighter inside me. The tether between us growing stronger and brighter. And an answering pulse farther away, a shimmering light I can see in my mind's eye.

Asenath leans over me, his fist tight around my dick as he strokes faster. I'm almost too sensitive, but that edge is right there and my balls are hugging the base of my dick. "Almost there, minx. I need you to bear down." Asenath says as he jackhammers into me.

His free hand clamps down on my hip and then he's slamming into me hard. A high keening wail leaves my lips as he pushes the knot at the base of his dick inside me, my hole spasming as it stretches to accommodate that extra girth. The pain is almost too much, but his hand continues to pump me, rubbing across the head of my dick and teasing the bundle of nerves beneath my cockhead.

His tail pushes against my taint, the vibrating tip stimulating my prostate as my body finally gives up and my hole closes behind his knot — locking us together.

And that's when I remember the tentacles. They run across my oversensitive rim, pushing inside and massaging my inner walls while his knot continues to peg my prostate. It's too much.

A fall over that edge with a scream, thick ribbons of cum splashing across my chest as the orgasm makes me arch off the bed and my vision whites out.

Distantly I hear Asenath shout my name, his dick kicking inside me as he spills his release deep in my body. And with that final action, the power that has been building inside me spills outward.

Asenath collapses on top of me, breathing heavily.

I wrap my arms and legs around him in return, even though my muscles are shaking and I really want to roll over and go to sleep. He buries his face against the side of my neck, his dick still jerking rhythmically and right now it's all I want. His weight on top of me, inside me, keeping me from flying apart.

"Get some sleep, little minx. By the time you wake the binding should be sealed," Asenath says softly, getting to his elbows.

I blink up at him, my eyes having trouble focusing. The movement jostles me, reminding me that I'm still very much impaled on him, and I expect him, at any moment, to pull out.

Instead, he leans back enough to bring one of my legs to the other side of his waist. With slow movements he manages to lie down behind me, arms wrapping around my body to hold me close. With a sigh, he throws a leg over my waist and buries his nose in my hair, breathing deep.

I wiggle my ass, feeling that giant knot at my entrance keeping the demon bound to me. I guess I get to be a cock warmer tonight. And really, I'm not all that upset about it. Feeling this full, this safe, keeps the worry at bay. Keeps me from being terrified. I can deal with everything tomorrow.