Bad Blood: A Reverse Harem Bully Romance (Bonds of Blood Book 2)

by Cate Corvin

  I squeezed the seal so tightly my hand ached. Sura halted, but he was so close, there was no way to duck around without touching him. I leaned backwards, and something rattled behind me.

  Well, I’d backed myself into the corner with Ermengol’s favorite swords. Right between Sura and the target I’d told him to finish himself on. Brilliant thinking, Tori, really good job.

  One massive hand reached out and rested on the steel counter, bracing himself and blocking my last exit. Perfect.

  “Move.”

  Sura shook his head, his head ducking for a moment. The air shivered, and Sergio Enver vanished, leaving Suraziel, in all his infernal beauty, standing where he’d been.

  The dark horns spiraling around his head caught the sparkle of the lights, and every time his muscles shifted or his arms flexed, shades of darkness rippled across his deep skin in a hazy midnight sheen.

  “I live to serve,” he said, looking up at me. The hellfire was back, scorching right through me. “Here to fulfill your every desire. And what you desired was for me to-”

  “No.” My voice came out in a rasp. “I negate that order.”

  Sura moved closer, as easily as if there was no order commanding him to stop- oh, wait. I hadn’t specified.

  “I negate the order to jerk yourself off,” I snapped, just as one of Sura’s big hands snaked around my bare waist.

  His hand immediately stopped working himself, and the incubus made a face. I couldn’t breathe anymore. We were right back in the situation I’d barely extricated myself from, with the heated tip of his cock pressed against me.

  Sura’s lips found my neck, his teeth grazing over Càel’s marks, and an involuntary shiver ran down my spine.

  “Let me serve you,” he said. I couldn’t help myself; I found myself running my fingers along the spiral of one of his horns, admiring how it felt alternately smooth as a polished diamond, but sharp and ridged, under my touch. “I feel how much you want this, and all I want is you.”

  Desire for him was pounding in my veins. This was a very stupid decision- he was a demon, and he’d proven he was willing to exploit any loophole in this binding to his advantage.

  I realized this was who I’d had sex with, that even if I hadn’t seen through the glamour, this demon had been inside me. Instead of rightfully pissing me off more, hunger roared through me.

  And Suraziel- one of Prince Sitri’s ten thousand sons- wanted me.

  I didn’t resist when his mouth moved down over my breast and sucked my hardening nipple between his teeth, or when his fingers deftly unfastened my buckle and slid my jeans over my hips.

  So very, very stupid, my mind whispered.

  The rest of me didn’t care.

  21

  Tori

  Suraziel in his true infernal form was so much more real than Sergio Enver; if I’d thought he was gorgeous before, it was nothing compared to the sight of hellfire and the flash of light on curling horns.

  He wasn’t as hesitant as he’d been under his human guise, either.

  I wasn’t entirely sure how he’d gotten me stripped down to skin without my noticing, but when he picked me up and set me in the corner on the counter, the rest of my clothes were just a tangle on the floor next to my boots and sword, and I was naked except for the gold Fae jewelry and the iron seal. A very distant part of me registered how cold the steel was.

  I hooked my fingers in his jeans, pushing them down over his hips, but he stopped me. One hand tipped my chin up to look at him, then he was kissing me.

  Like I was living in someone else’s body, I opened my lips against his, but he turned his head aside and kept going, grazing a trail over my jaw and neck once more. Sura gripped my ankles and pulled my legs open, planting my feet firmly on the countertops to either side of me.

  I shivered when his tongue traced a slick path down to my aching pussy. He wanted me to fuck him of my own accord, with no demonic influence on me.

  Sure, no problem. Already did it once.

  I gasped when his tongue delved inside me. Without thinking, I gripped the thick part of his horns, holding his head where I wanted him.

  Which he liked.

  A lot.

  Suraziel groaned against my flesh, the sound vibrating through me, and wrapped his lips around my clit. He slid his hands up my thighs, leaving indentations where he held me in a death-grip.

  Building need pulsed through me with every stroke and flick of his tongue. I was dimly aware that I was gasping for breath between moans, and now that Sura was fully in his wheelhouse- complete and total lust- I didn’t have a chance at withstanding him.

  He turned his head, planting kisses along the inside of my thigh when I came too close to the edge, and one of his horns slipped out of my hands.

  Strangely enough, I didn’t want to be out of contact with him, even the parts that clearly marked him as an infernal denizen. The horn rasped against my palm when I grabbed them, firmly gripping them, and pulled his mouth back to my aching core.

  Who the hell was I? This wasn’t the Tori I knew.

  But I could feel no demonic influence, either. I was totally lucid.

  Suraziel sucked my clit between his teeth and I almost bucked my way right off the counter, eyes rolling back in my head.

  He growled, gripping my hips and holding me firmly in place, and it was that little touch of roughness that did it. The pressure building low in my belly exploded as I came on his tongue, fingers clamping down hard on his horns while he devoured me.

  Sura slid his hands up my waist, not bothering to be gentle when he yanked my ass to the edge of the counter. I was forced to release him when he stood up to his full height, towering over me.

  I bit my lower lip, unable to stop squirming as the thick length of his cock slid over my pussy.

  “Is this what you want?” he demanded. His thumb swirled a circle around my wet, hyper-sensitive clit, and with the head of his cock poised to push into me, there wasn’t a lot of clear thought left in my head, just a ceaseless, drumming need.

  “Yes.” I arched my back, angling myself towards him. “I want this.”

  Suraziel wasn’t kind about it. His hips drew back, keeping himself just out of reach. “Yes, what? What do you want?”

  Irritation welled up under the pressing need, but there was something in his demand that made me feel it was all he really wanted to hear. “Yes, I want you, Suraziel.”

  He just about purred, his hand sliding up to find my throat, but he didn’t squeeze. He just stroked the bite scar, then let his fingers slip downwards again, tracing the curve of my breast.

  “Is it so bad to want a demon who wants you just as fiercely?” he asked. My breath caught as the head of his cock slipped inside me, and every muscle in my body tensed up.

  The sensation of Sura slowly pushing forward, centimeter by centimeter, almost had me out of my mind. At that moment, there was nothing wrong with wanting a demon- after all, he’d been created from chaos purely for this.

  Like he’d been perfectly designed for me.

  I wriggled, trying to take more of him, but he moved his grip to my hips and held me in place, forcing me to take it slow.

  “Or do you prefer this?” The glamour rippled over him like super-heated air, and a moment later, the familiar human-version of Sura was between my legs. Not to say that he wasn’t gorgeous, but he wasn’t the real Sura when he wore it. Not anymore.

  And now he wasn’t going to give me what I wanted—needed—until I owned up to it. Motherfucker.

  “No, take it off.” I gripped his wrists, but there was no give there. A look of wild happiness crossed his features and he turned his face aside as the glamour faded again. In the light of the armory, his skin seemed more of a deeper blue than brown, but the color shifted with every movement.

  Much better. So much more real. “Now, are you going to keep teasing me, or…?”

  Sura growled low in his throat and pushed forward until every last inch of cock was seated fir
mly inside me.

  Oh my god. He didn’t move while I adjusted to the sensation of intense pressure, writhing against him and pushing my hips forward.

  Once he was sure he wasn’t hurting me, he slid out and pushed back in. Heat rushed through my veins and I lifted my feet, resting them on his shoulders, and Sura’s pelvis tipped forward to grind into me, slow but demanding. Every push seemed to fill me up more, but there was nothing painful about it.

  He released his tight grip on me. One hand drifted up to touch my face, his thumb pressing against my lower lip. Every time I moaned, his thrusts became harder and more insistent, his own growls and snarls breaking through his composure.

  I parted my knees just so I could grip his collar and pull him forward in a kiss.

  Being all scrunched up just made it feel like his cock was plunging even deeper, and then Sura’ soft lips opened under mine.

  His tongue flicked into my mouth, almost hesitant at first, and growing more confident as I opened to him in return, tracing the slick smoothness of his tongue with my own.

  Maybe it was because he was buried in me, or because he wanted me too, but the effects of his saliva were instant and intense. The sugar-syrup languor came over me first, moving from my abdomen out into my limbs, followed by the furnace-blast of desire in my lower belly.

  I felt myself grow wetter around him. “Harder,” I gasped, nipping at his lower lip. A cruel grin crossed his face, there and gone in a flash.

  “I don’t think so, Tori,” he said, that sexy purr back in his voice. “I want you to suffer through every minute of this.” To prove his point, he pulled out, and slid back in so hard my entire body jolted. Bliss sang through my nerves, craving another, but the next thrusts were slow and smooth, tip to base.

  They were torture. Amazing torture, the kind that shuddered through me from head to toe and had me begging him to go harder, faster, deeper, but my words fell on uncaring ears. Sura took his time with me, teasing my clit and forcing me to endure his deliciously smooth strokes.

  I tightened up around him, riding the edge of an orgasm, and he finally plunged in deep and stopped, his chest heaving.

  It was so satisfying to see a demon of lust as worked up as I was. His cock throbbed inside my pussy, riding that same knife-edge as me.

  “Let me have it, Suraziel,” I whispered, grinding against him, and his face tightened. Just watching him lick his lips was a fascinating movement I never wanted to end.

  “What kind of incubus would I be if I didn’t torment you a little first?” he whispered back, his voice husky, but his entire body leaned in, driving his hardness deeper.

  My hands found his shoulders and I dug my nails into his flesh. The flickering hellfire in the depths of his eyes grew hotter, and that was all I needed.

  “Ah, fuck, Tori!” He slammed into me, pumping his hips when I dissolved again, bucking against him. Heat crashed over me as I yanked him in close, sinking my teeth into his brawny shoulder. Suraziel groaned and I felt his cock pulse before he came, his steady thrusts losing their cadence.

  Thanks to the incubus saliva, I was one hundred percent ready for rounds three, four, and five. Sura rested his forehead against mine, and the brush of his horns against my hair when he turned his head to kiss me again had me clamping down on his still-hard cock. Perk of being an incubus? I wasn’t complaining.

  Reality had other ideas.

  Through the haze of incubus-induced lust, the armory door opening and a sliver of light piercing the dimness seemed like it came from a thousand miles away, and Sura’s glamour rippled back into place almost instantly. To my shock, a twinge of disappointment pricked me.

  When Will’s jade eyes landed on us, a brutal sort of clarity stabbed through that haze.

  I had time to register the gamut of emotions that ran across Will’s face- betrayal, hurt, anger, desire- before the memory came back full-force.

  This was far too much like another time, when I was full of Sura, and Will joined in.

  I struggled against the heat of desire, braced my hands on Sura’s chest, and pushed him away, while raising the vial of ichor to my lips. The last tiny drop of it coated my tongue.

  Sura turned back to me, unwilling to let me go even though he looked stricken, but I slid my legs off his shoulders and forced him out. A second later, I was shoving my feet back in my jeans.

  Odd, that even with the ichor to dispel the last of the saliva’s influence, I was still humming with desire for Suraziel in his true form.

  “Is the armory really the place for that?” Will’s tone was colorless on the surface, but underneath his mask, I sensed the boiling sea of rage and jealousy. “I could’ve been Ermengol. I doubt she’d expel you so much as murder you on sight.”

  Sura zipped his jeans and began buttoning his shirt while I turned my back on the two of them, fastening my bra.

  “Well, you aren’t Ermengol, are you?” I snapped, unable to keep the peevishness from my tone. Fucking Sura in the armory had been a stupid move, I knew. Fucking him at all had been pure idiocy.

  And hadn’t I known that Will was still in the training grounds?

  When I turned to grab my shirt and tie, I saw that he was laying several stray weapons on the cleaning counter. I should’ve at least locked the armory door if I didn’t want him to see.

  Why’s that? A nasty little voice at the back of my mind asked. Isn’t his anger and jealousy a beautiful sight? What better way to make him suffer than to let him see what he doesn’t have?

  “No, I’m not.” I knew the strain in Will’s voice. He was trying so hard to stay level, even if he’d just seen something that, unless I was totally mistaken, had probably torn his heart out. “Doesn’t change that you’d be expelled.”

  “It’s not your problem, Will.” I buttoned my shirt with shaking hands and looped my tie over my head.

  So stupid. So incredibly fucking stupid.

  Dick- whether it was delectable or not- was not worth forgetting why I was still here, and the lengths I’d go to just to be sure they understood how severely they’d screwed up.

  When I’d gotten myself dressed- and Christ, I needed a shower, my panties were soaked through with my wetness and Sura’s come- Will was glaring at Sura.

  His jaw flexed, and I swore I could see him holding back demanding questions, such as what did he do to deserve forgiveness, or why does he get to fuck you again?

  Thing was, Sura wasn’t forgiven. This was just a lapse in judgment on my part, no matter how amazing he’d felt.

  But Sura didn’t know that, because he still looked happy. Too happy.

  And with those memories so close to the surface for me, the dark sea in my mind breaking its dam once more, I wasn’t here to see him happy at all.

  “It was a mistake,” I said coolly, straightening my tie, and Sura’s head jerked my way. A little twinge of regret ate at my heart at the look of shock on his face, like I’d sucker-punched him. “Thanks for looking out for me, Will, but it won’t happen again.”

  Some of the tension went out of my stepbrother’s shoulders, and then it happened. He just couldn’t hold it back. “What else could I have done, Tori?”

  I raised my eyebrows. “Nothing. Don’t make the mistake of thinking he’s forgiven. He’s not.”

  Now Sura rounded on me, like he had any right to do that at all. “A mistake? Tori, I- are you serious? You wanted me as badly as I want you, I could-”

  He cut himself short, but he’d almost outed his true nature to Will. He could feel my desire for him, no matter how much I lied.

  “Doesn’t matter. At least Will’s groveled and apologized. Giving me an orgasm isn’t exactly on the same level, no matter how nice it feels at the time.”

  In the corner of my eye, Will clenched his fists, but Sura glared at me openly as I smoothed my rumpled hair. “What else do you want from me, Tori? You have everything already.”

  Finally, I was put back together. Nobody would know this prefect had just been
screwing one of her nemeses in the training ground armory, and a demon, no less. He couldn’t even talk openly in front of Will. I had his heart, and I had control of him. Mostly.

  “Not everything. You’re just as culpable as Will, but you haven’t paid at all.” I took him in from head to toe. His lack of remorse at times made complete sense now. He loved both me and Will, but he’d duped both of us. Even with his desire to be human, he’d struggle with right and wrong for the rest of his life. That was his nature. “Jumping out a window? Of course you were going to survive. Fucking me? That’s a benefit, you asshole.”

  Sura’s lip curled, but he was already hard again just from me saying the word fuck.

  “There’s only one thing that could hurt you as much as you hurt me.” Hell, I had to do it, as much for Will as for myself. My stepbrother was making an effort, which meant he had to know who he was entrusting his secrets to.

  Right?

  “Don’t you fucking dare,” Sura whispered, and that was what settled it, my rage flaring to life. Don’t I dare?

  I strode towards Will, who looked both shocked and hopeful, but I breezed right by him. A rack of blessed iron weapons hung on the wall, freshly consecrated this past week.

  I had my eye on the perfect one, a cruelly-twisted dagger. I took it down from its rack and handed it to Will hilt-first, who was starting to look confused and alarmed. “What is this, Tori?” Now suspicion colored his tone, but he was looking at Sura, not me.

  “This is a hard truth, Will.” I met Sura’s eyes across the room. Fucker wasn’t going to use his incubus charms on me and act like that made up for what he’d done. With the fury boiling over in my head, it was all too easy to enforce my will on the Solomonic seal. “Suraziel, take off your glamour.”

  Sura gritted his teeth, fighting the command with every fiber of his being, but I pushed hard.

  A moment later, Sergio Enver disappeared again, leaving an incubus half-dressed in the Libra uniform.

  I hated how goddamn appealing he looked that way. He could’ve made a paper bag look like someone had shredded it right off him to get to his dick.