Demon Spelled

by Gracen Miller

  “Of course your new acquisition will turn Lyx more steadfast. Doubt I’ll see him out and about prowling for a fast lay anytime soon.”

  “Just because he likes to fuck anything with a hole never indicated he wasn’t loyal to our family.” To imply otherwise rankled. They’d never expected monogamy from one another. Fidelity was Sanja’s lot, not theirs, although, at the moment, Troz wanted his dick in no other cunt but hers.

  How long will it take for the newness to wear off? When would he seek another lover? Presently he couldn’t see that day forthcoming.

  He ran his hand through his hair. Why’d it feel like he’d entered a new stage in his life? One that would forever alter him?

  “Go back to your fuck-toy.” Her crudeness was uncalled for, but he realized it wouldn’t have bothered him had she said it of any of his prior lovers. “The next time I see you, I hope you’re less frazzled.”

  Me too. “Keep me updated on the angels.”

  Jakira inclined her head and disconnected the call.

  Troz watched Lyx and Sanja until they exited the lawn. Only then did he return to various issues that must be resolved.

  LYX TOOK SANJA on a tour of his and Troz’s home. Since being left on the edge of orgasm, the woman jittered worse than a Baalian jumping bean. To give her time to acclimate back to normal, he refrained from touching her beyond his initial contact when he led her out of the kitchen. A discussion about her reaction was in order with Troz. He’d never witnessed an individual take the frustration so hard. Goose bumps erupted along her flesh, and her jaw clenched as she rubbed her arms. Half a dozen times he caught the faint sound of a moan. Struggling with arousal thirty minutes later wasn’t a normal demon response, which reminded him of the fragility of their concubine.

  Eyes wide as they traversed through the first three floors, she remained silent as she grappled with her discomfort and assessed her new lodgings. When they hit the fourth story, she gawked at the canvases lining the walls of the portrait room. “These are of yours and Troz’s family?”

  “Yes.” Lyx laced his hands together behind his back and held his position, watching her move about the room. Her long auburn hair cascaded along her spine, falling almost to her lower back. The curve of her hips flared into the rounded globes of her ass. She thought she was fleshy—no, she’d called it chubby. He thought she was curvaceous and goddamn perfect. If not for Troz’s punishment in effect, he’d have taken her here for all the eyes of his ancestors to watch. He cleared his throat. “Do you paint portraits?”

  She glanced at him over her shoulder. “Sometimes.”

  “What do you paint other times?”

  “I draw with pencils a lot. Black and whites, with lots of shading, that’s my favorite. It takes patience and skill to capture the essence of a person in a black and white, but….” She trailed off as a blush hit her cheeks. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to bore you with the nuances of art. I get overly excited when I talk about it.”

  “If it’s important to you, it’s important to me. I want to know all the minor details.”

  A slight cant to her head as she studied him. She finally stopped walking and stared up at a painting. “He looks a lot like you.”

  “Great-great grandfather. Swipe your hand across the base of the frame and a bio will pop up.” She followed his instructions and gasped when a hologram presented. “Have you ever sold your works?”

  She nodded. “A few. It takes the right client to get my style of art.”

  “Why is that?”

  That question darkened her eyes. Sanja shrugged and indicated his great-great grandfather. “He’s still alive?”

  She’d ignored his question. Unsure if he should be intrigued that she’d managed to snuff him from her thoughts or irritated, he answered her question. “Yes. Although he rarely leaves the coast these days.”

  “He lives on Earth?”

  “No.” He grinned, her incredulity amusing him. If she only knew how much fortitude it took to resist walking to her and embracing her. “We have a beach too, my sex-pet.”

  “Oh.” She shot another look at his ancestor before peering at the others. “Where are you and Troz?”

  “We don’t have one. Wanted to wait until we found our concubine.” Or wife. She looked away, and he wondered why that statement bothered her. Lyx strode to her, the heels of his boots clicking on the tiled floor. When he reached her, he placed his fingertip beneath her chin and tilted her head back to stare into her eyes. “How does it feel to know a portrait of you will grace these walls?”

  “What….” She shook her head. “It doesn’t matter.”

  “State it.” He could already hear her thoughts, but he needed her to trust him enough to say how she felt.

  “Why? You’re probably already in my fucking head.”

  Most of the time her sass amused him and turned him on, now wasn’t one of those moments. “Do you wish to feel my hand on your ass?”

  A slight tremble scurried through her body, reminding him of her current discomfort, and she took a hurried step away from him. In a rush, she said, “What if I don’t work out?” She held up a hand as if to ward him off. “Please don’t punish me for that question.”

  “I will never punish you for your fears. Not trusting me to voice them will warrant punishment.” Her relieved exhale was like shrapnel to his pride and chafed his ego that she feared him this much. He wasn’t unreasonable. “Tell me, why do you believe you won’t work out?”

  “Look at me, Lyx.” She held her arms out to the side. He loved looking at her. Could become his favorite pastime and addicting. “I’m an overweight girl—”

  “You’re not.”

  “—with self-confidence issues.”

  That is the fucking truth. And he despised that she couldn’t see her value.

  “No man has ever wanted me just for me. Not even….” She gaped at him and sucked in a ragged breath, as if she suddenly realized her mistake too late, but couldn’t back down now. “Not even you and Troz want me for me. If I’m not a good baby maker, there’s really no reason to keep me. I repeat, what if I don’t work out?” Her final sentence was issued just above a whisper. “Will you pass me off as used goods or sell me to the highest bidder the way Horace would’ve?”

  Goddamn it, no! That she believed they would pissed him off to the –nth degree. But he’d demanded her honesty, and he wouldn’t allow her to observe his anger, so he ground his teeth and focused on her other concerns.

  He’d never heard of a witch that couldn’t conceive with a demon. There were tests they could perform to determine her fertility. But he surprised himself when he realized whether she could conceive or not mattered little to him. She was his concubine regardless if she could produce an heir, and she’d remain with them either way. He was pretty sure Troz would agree. “Do you want us to keep you?”

  Frustrated by his question, she blew out a long breath and shook her head. “I-I want to go home.”

  A rueful smile tugged at his lips. When would she admit her attraction to them? The hesitancy in her gaze indicated she expected him to blister her backside any moment for her honesty. He wouldn’t, because he needed her to open up to him. This was a starting point. “Since that’s not a choice, I’m afraid my other options might be worse than what y’all represent.”

  Another demon probably would treat her poorly. Being part human was not a selling point in her favor. Many Baalians were prejudiced against her race. Her angel blood even more of a detriment. Indeed, there would be many demons that would purchase her just to torture her, a sick and twisted sort of justice against angels and humans. Her biggest asset was the witch she denied. That alone made her marketable to demons that could overlook her human and angelic ancestry. Those like him and Troz who wanted children without regard to the rest of her genetics.

  “We give you orgasms. Most of Baal’s residents wouldn’t bother with your pleasure. They’d only take their own.” Goddamnit, he enjoyed watching her come.
Troz had gotten her close so many times in the kitchen and then left her without release. Watching her get right to the edge and then be denied, knowing she suffered, even that had turned him on, but then he’d always been a bit of a sadist.

  “That has nothing to do with personalities and if I’ll clash with you and Troz. Y’all might decide you don’t like me much. That I’m too big a pain in your ass.” He snorted, and she shrugged. “Wouldn’t be the first time.”

  Sadness tilted the corners of her eyes and sagged her shoulders. In her young life, she’d already been the victim of too much bullshit. He wanted to protect her from further injustice. He wanted to use his claws on those who’d harmed her in the past.

  “You fit Troz and I nicely, my sex-pet.” She opened her mouth to argue, but he talked over her. “I see inside you. Don’t forget that. I like the woman beneath the gruff external shell. You’re a warrior, you’re strong, and I respect the hell out of you. But on the inside, you’re sweet, and kind, with a heart that has the capacity to love without expectations. I seldom like anyone the first time I meet them. Not the case with you.”

  “You don’t have to like me to want to fuck me. That’s all that was on your mind yesterday when we met.”

  Valid point. “I’ve more to show you. We can continue our discussion while we walk.”

  “There are more floors to this monstrosity you call a home?”

  Lyx chuckled. “Six floors in total.” One of which was directly beneath their bedroom. A chamber dedicated to sexual delights. Soon they’d introduce her to that room.

  He offered her his hand and waited patiently while she contemplated accepting his offer. Various thoughts swirled through her mind. The fiercest among them was that touching him would increase her arousal to the point it might become unbearable. She finally settled her hand into his and cringed as their flesh connected.

  That’d been hard for her to swallow. “Thank you, Sanja.”

  She nodded, her bottom lip trembling.

  “I’m sorry for your pain.”

  “Don’t lie.” She wouldn’t look at him.

  “I cannot prevaricate, which is why Troz took to your white lies so strongly and why you were chastised.” He led her out of the room and to the transport that’d take them to outside. As she peered about he gleaned from her thoughts that the transport was much like her elevator. “Trust me when I tell you he’d much rather have gotten you off and then filled your womb with his cum.”

  She bit her bottom lip and he faced her, bracketing his palms on either side of her head against the walls of the conveyance. “I’d ease your suffering if it wasn’t Troz’s punishment.”

  Sanja swiped at a tear below her right eye, and the anger she fed to herself at her emotions bled into his mind. “Is it normal to hurt like this when denied climax…repeatedly?”

  “No others before you have. I’m guessing your DNA is to blame.” The level of Troz’s discipline might require adjustment in the future. She was too headstrong for there not to be a next time. “Or Baal is the culprit.” At her confused look, he explained, but not before she breathed deeply, his scent filling her head. She liked how he smelled. And he liked that. “Baal enhances sensation for non-demons. Because you’re witch and angel, those two combined, along with Baal’s affect on you, could be the cause of your distorted misery. In other words, you feel more than the average human would.” If that were the case, his sadistic tendencies would require toning down as well. Because he would demonstrate how a little bit of pain could thrust her into an entirely new realm of pleasure.

  “That’s kinda scary to think about.”

  Grinning, he stepped aside and leaned a shoulder against the wall beside her. “You said I didn’t have to like you in order to want to fuck you.”

  She peeked at him through her lashes, waiting for him to continue.

  “Technically that’s true. But within the first ten minutes of meeting you, you tried to kill yourself, and I was already hooked into your mind. I like you very much, Sanja, even if you don’t wish to believe me. Just as you are attracted to us while you deny that attraction and lie about it even to yourself.” He took her hand again and interlaced their fingers. “Can’t you at least try to give us a chance? Get to know us before you decide we’re vile creatures?”

  “I know you’re not vile creatures. Mom might not have done all her witch homework, but she taught me there were various degrees of demonic evilness. Baal is not among the evil class of hell spawn. But….” She turned her head to stare directly into his eyes. “Is it so hard to understand why I’d prefer to have a choice in my future? You both took my virginity without asking, and I’d never ever planned to participate in anal sex. It’s so…perverted.”

  He chuckled. What naivety. She’d enjoyed their claiming even if it was another aspect she refused to admit. “You especially enjoyed Troz in your ass and me inside your pussy at the same time. That experience took you to a higher level of pleasure. That will be repeated. Frequently.”

  Her thoughts told him she wished she didn’t like double penetration. He failed to comprehend why she’d want to deny herself pleasure. But he chalked it up to another human weirdness.

  “We’ll do many perverted things to you in the years to come.” Lyx ran his thumb along her bottom lip, while his fingers rested on her throat directly over her pulse. “I have a room dedicated to perversion. We’ll put clamps on your nipples and even a clamp on your clit.”

  Her pulse throbbed against his fingertips, and her mind flatlined with shock, a smidge of fear, and a whole hell of a lot of excitement. Their concubine wasn’t as pristine or virginal as she wanted to be.

  “That’s not all, Sanja. Far from it. For starters, we’ll tie you down, gag you, and blindfold you. Sometimes we’ll insert toys into your body because we enjoy watching you take them.”

  “That’s crude!”

  “You’ll love it.” Regardless of her appalled expression, he was arrogant enough to believe she’d embrace every moment of what he detailed. Instead of peeking at her thoughts, he trusted his instincts. The slight dilation of her pupils and the minor flare of her nostrils said a lot. She was intrigued, but as a response, she snorted.

  “You’re welcome.”

  She narrowed her gaze. “For what?”

  “Sexually liberating you.” Lyx grinned when her lips parted in a sharp inhale. “We’ll make you orgasm over and over again until you think you can’t take more. Then we’ll show you that you can when we shove our cocks deep inside you and make you come some more.”

  The conveyance halted, and the door slid open. Holding her regard, he elevated an eyebrow and indicated the door. “After you, my sex-pet.”

  They stepped out of the enclosure onto the lawn. She walked several paces in front of him, the breeze trailing through her hair and dancing with the auburn strands. In the sunlight, her body practically glowed. He placed his arm around her shoulders and she flinched away.

  “Not right now, Lyx.” She hugged herself, running her hands over her upper arms. “After all you said in the elevator and what Troz did to me…I just cannot. Please give me a moment.”

  “If you liked what I said, then you’ll enjoy what I detailed even more.”

  “I don’t want to like any of it.”

  “I know.” That would alter. She couldn’t fight herself for long. “The sooner you give in to your desires, the happier you’ll be with us. I promise if you’ll hand yourself over to us completely, you’ll never regret the decision.”

  Sanja bent over at the waist and executed shallow breaths. They stood like that for several moments. At one point he thought he felt Troz’s regard and glanced up at his office window, but he couldn’t see through the mirrored glass.

  When she finally rose, she nailed him with her green gaze. “How much of me do you expect me to hand over to you?”

  “All of you.” Lyx caught a lock of hair and curled it around his fingers. “I want your heart, soul, and body. All of you must
be dedicated to us. No regrets.”

  “My heart as in my love?”

  He inclined his head. Even though he couldn’t love, he was selfish enough to want hers. “Yes.”

  “Will you and Troz give me the same?”

  She looked so vulnerable he wanted to answer with an unquestionable ‘yes’, but it’d be a lie. He settled for running his fingers through her soft hair and delivering honesty. “You’ll own my body. My soul is yours to share with Troz, as well. Although you must know that implies a marriage-like contract. As for my heart and love, I—we—cannot give those to you. Demons are incapable of love.”

  “So you would expect more from me than you’re willing to give?”

  “Can’t give. There’s a big difference.” Unflinching, she held his gaze. “Yes, I want more than I can give you. I’m greedy like that. I am a demon. Avarice is my weakness.”

  “You want to own me totally, but—”

  “I already own you totally. I want you to allow me to own the parts only you can give me.” A sharp hiss exited her lungs, and he went on. “Yes, I own your body, but you withhold your complete pleasure from me. I. Want. Everything. Or I should say, we want everything because I’m not alone in my selfish wants.”

  Sanja shook her head, muttering beneath her breath, something about men and their selfish tendencies and—she gasped as she finally noted her surroundings.

  IT’D BEEN HOURS since Erica and Lyx returned to the bedroom. And she continued to gape at the view of Baal. After arriving in their room, he’d unlocked the door to the balcony and allowed her to step outside to gawk at the landscape some more. His cheesy grin indicated his amusement.

  She rested her palms on the bannister and gazed at the vibrant hues as the sun began to descend, creating a sunset she’d never dreamed possible. Nothing at all like Earth, the grass was royal blue, the soil orange, the tree trunks green, while the leaves were a mixture between yellow and pink. If that wasn’t enough, the sky was a shade of deep gold and the sun a dark shade of purple. Somehow the colors worked in a gaudy sort of way. It was like looking at jewels in sunlight except the terrain comprised up the gemstones.