by CoraLee June
Folding, unfolding, burrowing, burning. My body shaped and molded, bent and broke. And then I was spit back out into a stark white room.
I stumbled, but his hands were there to catch me. “What the fuck was that?” I gasped while convulsing in his arms. His steady grip kept me still as the molecules of my being realigned themselves and settled back into their places.
“I needed more time away from prying eyes,” he explained. He was still so fucking close. He didn’t create any distance between us, he simply peered into my eyes like he could see the fabrication of my warring souls. “I’m glad you survived. Not many do.”
That statement made my eyes widen. Fucking risk demon.
Chapter 16
“So they’re forcing possessions? I’ll fucking end them,” Risk gritted out while pacing the...room. It was hard to describe this place as anything, really. It just felt like white space that went on forever and ever. It was giving me vertigo.
After we’d landed through his impossible transportation, Risk explained where we were: The Between. Apparently, he’d found it during a drunken night in the thirteen hundreds. It was a place between worlds. A timeless gap of nothingness. Endless space and endless realties all bending to meet at a single point—here.
I nodded as I watched him walk back and forth. “It’s pretty fucked up. From what I’ve heard, they only focus on getting low level creature demons, but I guess they want you now,” I replied while shifting on my heels.
My muscles were so fucking sore, and my feet were killing me, but there wasn’t a single chair in sight. I bent over to rub at the place where my shoes were digging into my ankles, and I heard Risk immediately stop pacing. At his abrupt stop, I glanced behind me, still bent over, my hair hanging down and my ass probably looking like an invitation. I couldn’t even say the move was innocent. He made me feel like I was a body of needy desire. At least I’d managed to turn off my spider’s lure, but the sexual tension was still thick. So was the bulging shape in his black slacks, I noticed.
He cleared his throat when I straightened back up, and he snapped his fingers, making a leather wingback chair appear. “Have a seat,” he offered before continuing to pace.
Once my body was settled and sinking into the plush comfort, he continued, “Not all creature demons are low level,” he said, surprising me. “You’re a higher level demon. In fact, it doesn’t make sense. Black Widow could have easily outpowered a simple possession spell.”
I frowned. “What do you mean?”
“Exactly what I said. Your demon allowed herself to be possessed by you.”
I pressed a hand to my throat, tracing over the red hourglass mark. “Why? Why would she do that?”
He didn’t answer me for a moment, and I was left to chew on my spider’s motivations and spit them back out. Why would she want to be here? Why would she possess me if she didn’t have to? During vulnerable moments, I’d even felt bad for the demon. I thought we were both forced into a cohabitation against our control.
“Can you think of no reason why your demon would willingly merge with you?” he asked, watching me carefully.
My mind swirled, but I was at a loss. Until… My eyes widened. “Oh my gods.”
Risk nodded slowly, placing his hands in the pockets of his slacks and leaning against...well, nothing. Nothing that I could see, anyway, but his body was leaning against that nothingness regardless, and he looked sexy as hell doing it.
“Tomb and Crow.”
He nodded again, a hint of a smile over his lips like he was proud I’d put the pieces together.
“They were mates in hell?” I guessed. “My spider, the gargoyle, and Crow’s malphas demon?”
“Indeed. If her mates were summoned here against their will, then it makes sense that she’d willingly come.”
Visions of a spider, gargoyle, and crow having an orgy assaulted my imagination, and I snorted at the visual. I didn’t even know how that worked.
Risk’s lips quirked up in amusement, like he knew what I was thinking. “Mates in the underworld aren’t as physical as they are here—though it does happen when beasts are compatible. It’s more like a divine partnership. A unique connection that can’t be severed. It transcends sex, though I have a feeling you will enjoy having compatible bodies now,” he said slyly.
Enjoy, indeed. I could still practically feel Tomb’s body rocking into mine—pun intended. Not to mention how Crow’s heady gaze made shivers travel up and down my spine.
“So how did she feed when she was below?” I asked, playing with the lace sleeves of my dress while averting my eyes. The question was embarrassing, but I was curious. “Here, she has to have sex to survive. She has to kill…” my voice trailed off.
“Coming topside comes with a cost. She was still the Black Widow, but she didn’t have to feed in the underworld because it wasn’t necessary, she was already dead.”
“I don’t understand,” I replied with furrowed brow.
I could tell Risk didn’t know how to explain. It was evident in the way his mouth thinned in concentration. I got the feeling that the demon realm was an abstract concept hard for supes to fathom. “Take me, for example. I’m a risk demon. When I come topside, I feed off the risky behaviors of others. But I don’t need to do that below. Hell sustains us.”
“She must really hate this then,” I replied. “Feeling hungry. Having to feed.”
Risk shrugged. “Not necessarily. When a demon comes topside, it’s like awakening to your higher purpose. It’s instinctual. We don’t have the same fear or objections to death as you do. We don’t have the same moral compass, either. She’s probably enjoying her new purpose. It’s natural for her.”
I nodded, reveling in all of this new understanding. Stealing a look at Risk, I chewed on my lip. “Did we...uhh, I mean, did we ever…?” I let a hand motion between us before it dropped lamely in my lap, my cheeks burning. What the fuck was I thinking asking him something like that?
A slow, sensual smile spread across Risk’s gorgeous face. “Did we ever what?”
“I-I mean...we aren’t mates too...are we?”
He watched me for an uncomfortably long time, making me fidget in my seat. “Why do you ask?” he finally replied. His grin let me know how much he was enjoying this.
“Never mind,” I mumbled, burying my gaze in my lap.
He was in front of me in an instant, using the crook of his finger to lift up my chin. I stared up at him, unable to blink. “Tell me.”
“Because we’re drawn to you,” I admitted, my face feeling like it was on fire.
“You mean you want to fuck,” he corrected.
“No!” I denied hastily, getting to my feet so I could put some distance between us.
I heard him chuckle behind me. “You’re a terrible liar.”
“I’m just saying—”
Hands wrapped around my waist, and then I was suddenly spun around until we were chest-to-chest, hips to hips. Webs rained down from my fingers as I stared up at him, the heat of his body soaking into me. “You’re just saying that ever since we met, all you can think about is me touching you,” he said, his voice husky, igniting sparks in the pit of my stomach. “Teasing you. Hiking up your leg,” he said, moving to do just that. He yanked my thigh up, my knee automatically hooking around his hip, and then he trailed his hand from my thigh to my ass, squeezing the plush skin. “And then letting you grind your slick, sweet-smelling pussy against my cock.”
I shook my head, trying to deny it. “N-No. I wasn’t.”
“That’s the second lie,” he replied, shaking his head. “Every time you lie, you’re going to owe me a gamble.”
I swallowed hard, feeling my fangs pulse in my mouth. I was suddenly dying of thirst. “What kind of gamble?”
He smiled darkly. “A wager. I bet you right now that you’re fucking soaked through your lace panties. That you’re so wet, your juices would coat my tongue.”
A whimper escaped me, but I couldn’t d
eny it.
He smirked. “That’s what I thought. Don’t take a chance on lies with a risk demon. You’ll lose every time.”
My core was throbbing. My hips jutted forward, unable to be stopped. I was grinding against him shamelessly, like a wanton woman out of her mind with lust. “Why do I feel like this? Are you making me feel this way?” I asked breathlessly. I’d gotten used to my constant hunger, but this was something else entirely. I wasn’t driven by the need to feed or claim, I was driven by a wanting so crystal clear that it left me shaking.
He shook his head slowly. “That would be a lust demon’s abilities. Not mine. This is...something else,” he murmured. “I feel the pull too. And I believe it’s coming from you.”
“I don’t understand. I’m not using my lure,” I admitted, sounding needy and gasping. I would’ve been embarrassed if I wasn’t so godsdamned horny. My body’s responses were spinning out of control. I was boiling with newfound hunger. Drumming with need. I needed to feed. I needed to fuck. I just needed.
“I’ve always been drawn to Black Widow’s sensual aura. But topside...the fact that you kill all those you fuck unless they’re your mates—that mortal risk is intoxicating to me,” he admitted. “Plus, you’re sinfully sexy.”
So was he. I wanted to strip off his jacket and pop open his fly. I wanted to feel his skin against mine and rake my nails across his back. I wanted to feel him everywhere.
“But it’s more than that,” he went on. “I believe your demon is...trying to make me a mate.”
My eyes widened. “What?”
“Demons mate with those that they desire. With those they are compatible with, and who will also sustain them.”
“Oh my gods, I’m so sorry.” I tried to push away from him, but he continued to hold me against him.
“I think I’m going to let you,” he murmured, shocking the fuck out of me.
“What?” I exclaimed, shaking my head. This was moving so fast, and yet, it felt like I was taking too damn long. Like this was exactly what was supposed to happen. “You don’t even know me. We just met. I was sent here to fucking trap you.”
Solid black smoke rose from his palms, rising around us like we were an inferno. “I’ve decided that I want you,” he said definitively, as if that was all he needed to know. “And I like to take risks.”
“This is crazy,” I stuttered.
“This is delicious,” he countered.
“But I have other mates,” I said, suddenly feeling guilty, though my entire body still ached.
“Mmm, indeed. Would you like them here too, my Wicked Love?”
A sudden vision of having all of them here, worshipping me carnally, feeding me with their blood and their essence, the thought made me combust. I moaned when his fingers brushed against my breasts, zipping sensation spreading through my peaked nipple. My dress was riding up higher and higher, my hips rocking against him.
“Would you like all three of us here to lick you? To touch you, to devour you? To fuck you and feed you until you’re sated and spent?” he asked, every word like a vibrating pulse landing directly onto my clit. “Answer me.”
“Y-Yes,” I admitted. “I want that.”
“Then you’ll have it. Next time,” he added. “Because right now? Right now you’re mine.”
Then he took my mouth.
And I mean he took it. He owned me completely. The kiss was hard, crushing, and utterly possessive. Risk’s tongue didn’t just dip into my mouth or caress my lips. He took me like he was demanding my mouth and dominating my body. I moaned into him, unable to even breathe as my back bent with the weight of his body.
“We have to go back,” I turned my head away from his lips, panting with breath. “Spector is waiting,” I said, even as I leaned forward, starting to trail my lips over his neck like I couldn’t help myself. I sucked on the skin where his pulse thrummed, my fangs aching to pierce it—just as my core ached for him to pierce me.
“Time works differently here,” he said, grabbing my ass and rocking his hips into me, letting me feel the hard press of his erection. “It doesn’t pass unless I let it.”
I met his eye. “Then don’t let it.”
With a slow nod, he raised his hand and snapped his fingers, and then my dress was just...gone.
I gasped, looking down at my lingerie clad body, the deep blue color setting off my long red hair. I was about to snap at him for removing my clothes, but the look on his face stopped me. He stared down at me with such all-consuming desire that the words died in my throat.
He stood back, taking me in with a slow swoop of his eyes before landing back on my face. “You are wicked exquisiteness, and I’m going to devour you,” he said with dark promise.
My throat bobbed. “I’m going to let you.”
I jumped. He caught. We clashed.
The Between clanged with the echo of our collision.
Webs hung suspended from thin air. Smoke rose around us like a blistering promise. Power rippled into the nothingness.
His hands gripped my ass and tore the scrap of lace from my body. My fingers popped the button of his slacks, shoving them down to free him. “Take me,” I demanded, fisting him in my hand.
“You were mine the moment you sat down at that card table.”
Without warning, he surged his hips, entering me in one brutal thrust.
I cried out, my head thrown back so that my hair tickled the globes of my ass where he held me. I was so wet that his cock slipped fully inside of me, and when he began to lift my body up and down over his cock, my slick desire coated him completely.
“Fuck, you feel godsdamned divine.”
I braced my hands on his shoulders and started to move up and down, helping him so that I could bounce over his cock. He walked us forward, and then he was lowering me down where he’d conjured a massive bed on the spot. My back hit silky sheets and plush pillows as Risk braced himself over my body.
“I want to feel your skin,” I demanded, both my spider and I needing more.
He smirked down at me, but he allowed me to yank off his suit jacket and tear his dress shirt right down the middle, sending buttons flying. He tsked. “Feeling needy?”
I was. My chest felt too constricted. My fingers ached to touch him everywhere. I let them graze down his strong, muscled chest, my fingers hooking on the lines of his abs. “You do a lot of bench presses and sit ups in hell?” I quipped.
His grin widened. “I’ve been topside for centuries, love. And I prefer a good hellfire fight.”
“Of course you d—”
My words were cut off as he suddenly took my bustier and ripped it away from my body, without me feeling even a pinch. His eyes lingered on the rise and fall of my breasts. “These looked fucking fantastic in that dress and lingerie, but they’re even better bare.”
He lowered his head and took a nipple into his mouth, sucking gently. I nearly bucked off the bed, but he thrust his cock into me again, pressing me against the mattress.
“I’m going to fuck you hard now, Wicked Love,” he said with a wicked gleam in his eye. “And you and your demon are going to feed from me. I want to feel you sucking on my vein like it’s my cock, drinking your fill of my essence until you’re burning with my power and you’re full of me everywhere.”
With inhuman speed, he gripped my hips and started pounding into me. Again and again and again. Webs flew from my hands, attaching to the footboards, and I gripped them hard so I wouldn’t go flying up the bed from the vigor of his pistoning length.
Licks of flame seemed to dance over my clit, teased from the smoke that was dancing over his skin. My eyes rolled to the back of my head, and I came with such ferocious depth that I blacked out, caught in a starless night of pleasure and heat.
“Hellfire, your cunt feels amazing clenching my cock like that,” Risk growled into my ear. His hand reached down between us, and he began pressing my clit.
“Too sensitive,” I breathed, still coming down from my peak.
But he wouldn’t be deterred. “I’m going to make you come again and again, until my cock explodes so deeply inside of you that you feel my cum dripping down your legs for days to come.”
Holy hell.
“Now bite me.”
I didn’t need another invitation. With fangs bared, my body lifted, and I struck the crook of his neck, venom shooting into his body as his blood filled my mouth. He tasted like smoked sugar. Bitter, yet decadently sweet at the same time.
In perfect synchronization, my spider began to gulp down his essence with every pull I drew from his vein. We fed in tandem, and Risk erased all memory of Byron from my body and mind.
“That’s it,” he growled into my ear. “Take more.”
I unlatched from his neck, licking the trail of blood falling from my lips. “The only sounds I want to hear from you is your cock slamming into my pussy.”
A deep, rumbling laugh came from his chest, but I was already fang-deep in him again, drinking my fill.
I fed and fed and fed. My spider and I took everything he was offering. Every little bit we could get.
But feeding from a high level demon was different than humans or hybrids. No matter how much I took, there was still more.
My head sagged against his chest, unable to drink another drop. My spider, too, relented her grip on his thread, a glutton of total gratification.
Risk looked down at me, his expression full of male smugness. “Too much for you to take, hmm?”
My hands shot forward, wrapping around his neck, and I flipped us so that I was on top. “I take what I want,” my spider and I answered.
“So do I.” He rolled his hips, tipping up into me at this new angle and hitting a spot so deep inside of me that I groaned.
Bracing my hands on his chest, I rode him fast and hard, my breasts bouncing until he caught them in his hands and plucked the tips.