“Look at me.” Lyx’s voice was cool, detached, and maybe just a little angry sounding. “Do not shut me out again. Understand?”
She nodded quickly.
He went on as if there’d been no interruption in the conversation. “Soon, Sanja, very soon….” He trailed his thumb along her bottom lip. “I’ll introduce you to more. You have no idea the many ways I can make pain feel good.”
A trickle of fear scampered along her spine and buzzed in her head.
He pushed his thumb into her mouth and ran the pad along her bottom teeth. “I’ll even have Troz fuck you while I leave welts on your back and ass.”
Welts? That didn’t sound like fun at all. She shook her head, but with his thumb in her mouth, he pressed his fingers beneath her chin and halted any movement. “I promise you’ll come harder than you ever have.”
That scared her more than the idea of welts and pain.
“We’ll start slow, work you up to the hardcore stuff.” The fire in his eyes said he couldn’t wait to begin. And the way that intensity burned in his gaze, she hoped the ‘soon’ he promised was something akin to years.
“You’re scaring me.” It surprised her when her thoughts fell from her lips.
“I know.” He removed his hand from her and kissed her forehead. “Time for your punishment.” Her breath hitched and then stuttered out much too quickly. He chuckled. “Use your hands to spread your pussy lips.”
Air strangled in her lungs, and she refused to obey in a timely fashion so he smacked her pussy, and she gasped. That hurt. Worse than the ones Troz had given her…but oddly stirring, too.
His hand vacated from between her thighs, and he settled it on her stomach.
“Your pussy already bears a handprint.” Troz sat up, stared at her groin as he traced a fingertip along the handprint he’d mentioned—at least that’s what she thought he was doing. “Stripes from the flogger would look pretty against the pale flesh of your cunt and thighs.”
“But you said you didn’t like giving pain.”
“I don’t get off on it, but watching a woman that enjoys the edge get worked over makes my dick extremely hard.”
A breath hissed between her teeth. These men were sick and twisted, and…they’re demons, of course, they’re sick and twisted. And there’s nothing I can do to protect myself from—
Lyx grabbed her chin and jerked her head back. His gaze locked on hers. “You’re not only overthinking this, but stalling as well, which increases my agitation. I can retrieve the flogger now, if you’d prefer.” The red slash of Lyx’s eyebrows elevated, waiting on her to decide.
“No,” she whispered. Holding his eyes, she thrust her hands between her legs and used her fingers to spread herself open for him. Humiliated at exposing herself to them, she wanted to pull away and find a safe place inside where nothing touched her. That was hard to do with the wispy touches Troz applied against her opening. Had to be Troz because Lyx’s hand still lay flat against her abdomen and his other arm propped him up on the bed.
“That pleases me.” Lyx’s hand navigated down from her belly to her exposed cunt. He thumped her clitoris with his fingertip and she twitched, barely restraining a cry before it exited her lungs. “Still sensitive?”
She nodded.
“Good.” He abruptly shoved fingers into her sheath and rubbed his thumb over her nub hard. She bucked beneath him, tears blurring her vision as the pain of extreme sensation plowed through her loins. She couldn’t take it, just couldn’t…and then he stopped.
A relieved sigh burst from her parted lips, as Troz settled a hand on her breast. “After that reaction from you, I have to feel what you are.”
She glanced at the globe he palmed and watched as his skeins filtered into her skin.
“I’ve only got two fingers inside you.”
She met Lyx’s gaze.
“You’ll take all four before I finish and allow you to come.”
“It hurts for you to touch me there. I don’t want to come again. Don’t think I can handle it if I do.”
Lyx’s eyes narrowed a fraction. His fingers vacated her swollen channel, and she had only a moment of relief before his palm struck her pussy once more with a resounding thwack.
Sanja cried out at the unexpected stinging, tears leaking from the corners of her eyes. She almost lost her grip on her folds.
“Fuck me,” Troz growled. “Do that once more.”
She couldn’t even get out a ‘no’ before a whiplash slap struck her cunt. Her intimate lips slipped from her hold, and she attempted a mini-escape, but Lyx must’ve expected it—or read her goddamn mind—because he wrapped his hand around her throat hard enough to stifle her oxygen flow. She could still breathe, but couldn’t get enough air into her lungs to satisfy her.
“Don’t move.”
“Don’t hurt me, please don’t hurt me.” A sob ripped from her before she could stop it.
“Oh, milien zariena—”
What’d that mean?
“—I would never hurt you. I would rather kill myself than really harm you. My only desire is to give you pain mixed with pleasure. I have practiced on so many before you, have learned the varying shades of agony one can tolerate. Pushing limits is what I do, but….” Lyx released his hold on her throat and cupped her cheek, his thumb brushing away the tears on one side of her face. “I have pushed you too hard, too fast. My mistake. I will retrieve my flogger and allow you to place some stripes on my back, ass, or wherever it pleases you.”
Confused, Sanja blinked through her tears. “I do not wish to hurt you, Lyx.”
A frown slashed across his forehead, and he lowered his mouth to hers, giving her a soft exploratory kiss. One that clenched her heart in a vise of emotion. “I’m sorry I hurt you in a way you could not tolerate,” he whispered against her mouth. “Next time I will give you a safe word to use, but only to utilize if you’ve been pushed beyond your limit.”
“She enjoyed it,” Troz said, disturbing the bubble she’d been in with Lyx.
He was right. She had enjoyed it, but that delight terrified her. Pain shouldn’t be exquisite, shouldn’t escalate her libido. Were their sick and twisted kinks contagious?
“I believe she’s just unprepared to let herself go and accept her inner kink.”
“I understand.” Lyx lifted his head and caressed her jaw with his lips. “Open yourself for me once more.”
“But…shouldn’t your punishment cancel out mine?”
An amused grin tilted Lyx’s lips, and Troz chuckled. “No,” Lyx said. “But good try. Your punishment is forced pleasure, milien zariena.”
“What does me-lean zah-rean-ah mean?”
“My heaven.”
Air hitched in her lungs and burned her throat. My heaven? That had to mean he cared, that he felt affection toward her, rather than just the need to breed with her and protect his property.
“You’re reading too much into the endearment.”
How could she not? Before this moment he’d only referred to her as ‘my sex-pet’. Each time he called her that it nettled, and made her feel like a common household pet. “Allow me my fantasy.”
“As you wish, milien zariena.” His eyes glimmered with mischief. “Now open your pussy for me so that I can make you come again.”
Once more she followed his instructions. He dipped fingers into her wetness and then spread the moisture around her clitoris. She moaned. At least the sensitivity wasn’t as strong as before. He worked fingers into her, pumping them slow, but avoiding her clit.
“That’s two fingers. My pointer and middle finger.” He bent his head and bit a nipple. “Brace yourself for a third.”
In anticipation, she clenched around him and he smiled as if pleased by her response. He removed his digits and shoved three into her. Sanja cried out, her back bowing at the sweet mix of pain and pleasure.
“You gave yourself the pain. Clenching your cunt caused it.”
The slight discomfort of his thr
ee fingers spearing into her was so good, but she needed more. More bite…and definitely an orgasm. “Will you please touch my clit?”
“No. You’ll take all four, because the moment I touch that sweet swollen nub you’ll shatter.” He scissored his fingers, and she winced. “Hurt?”
“A little.”
He fucked her hard then, driving into her, his knuckles slamming against her. “Squeeze my fingers, milien zariena.”
Gasping, she followed his instructions and yelped when he rammed all four fingers into her. Pain and pleasure mingled and expanded into something beyond her comprehension as he continued to ram them knuckle deep into her cunt. The wetness of their connection was loud enough to be heard over her gasping and mewling.
“What a beautiful sight to watch your tight cunt take all his digits, angel.”
They stopped moving, and she cried her dissatisfaction.
“Fuck yourself with my fingers, Sanja.”
Her gaze cleared for a moment on Lyx’s features. The drag of his fingers leaving her body made her desperate to have them inside her once more. She flicked her hips upward and those strong digits impaled her again. Not hard like when he controlled the pace, but the penetration was exquisite.
Satisfaction washed across his features as she continued to use him to pleasure herself. His thumb touched her clitoris.
She whimpered. On the second stroke of the pad against her nub, she threw her head back, arched her spine, and moaned her release.
But her hips kept pumping, and he kept stroking her clit, his touch growing harder, until another orgasm slammed into her. This one harder than the others. Suspended in a taut bow, she screamed as her body jerked, clenching on his digits.
Hot liquid squirt across her belly, but the pleasure ripping through her like a freight train slamming into concrete was too intense to process the wet sensation. Her vision grayed, and her ears buzzed. Blackness swept her away from the intensity of the indulgence.
“SHE’S FINE.” TROZ removed his feelers from her flesh. “Too much pleasure for her brain to process.”
Sanja’s orgasms were mind-blowing. When she climaxed, it’d been too much for him to remain detached, and he’d shot his seed all over her stomach and breasts.
“Obviously, if her climax made you orgasm, too.” Lyx swirled his fingers through Troz’s cum, slicking her tummy with his ejaculation. “We’ve pushed her further than this before, and she never blacked out then. Why now?” He licked Troz’s seed off his finger.
Troz shrugged. “I’m guessing too much to process at once. We came at her strong.” He rolled to his back and rubbed his forehead with his fingertips. “I came at her strong. I scared her. Before she could catch her breath from my wickedness, you were shoving her back over the same cliff with fear, pain, and orgasms.”
“She enjoyed the pain.”
“Indeed.” Troz turned his head and met Lyx’s gaze. “When you smacked her pussy…holy fuck, Lyx, the sensation was beyond belief.” The bite of pain ratcheted her arousal into high-octane fuel for sensory overload. “And a little overwhelming for her.”
“She overthinks every goddamn thing.” Lyx ran a lock of her hair through his lips. “If she’d let go, she could enjoy all the sexual nuances we feed her.”
“There are three things against her when it comes to that.” His spouse elevated his red eyebrows and waited for Troz to explain. “One…virgin until we got ahold of her. She’s still processing the loss of her chastity and I imagine how we took it. I suspect that because she enjoyed it, that also gets in the way as well.”
Lyx made a face and nodded.
“Two…human witch. It’s in a witch’s nature to want to control everything. We allow her no control whatsoever.” The only decision they’d given her was to accept her situation and forget the life she’d planned for herself. Not much a choice really. “The humans also cultivate the idea that all sexual activity is dirty, while at the same time embracing it. Cannot enjoy deviant acts of sex without being a whore, so her guilt at enjoying what she thinks is perversion would be high. The hypocrisy astounds me. This is especially true in her Southern upbringing.” This proved humans were damned complicated. No wonder he made a practice of avoiding the earthly realm. “And three…probably the most important one of all, she’s angel. That race doesn’t fuck. Not ever. We both know Sybil didn’t engage in coital relations with Sanja’s father.”
“Immaculate conception. How fucking boring.”
Lyx could say that again. “Which means she would innately avoid sex. She didn’t reach twenty-three and still remain chaste just because of those bastards that teased her. That was an excuse, even if it was one she believed. She didn’t want to lose her virginity because it went against her nature.”
“Hmm….interesting conjecture.” A devilish glint entered his spouse’s eyes. “That just means we’ll have to fuck her angelic side into submission.”
Troz laughed. “Yeah.” Recalling his meeting with his Queen murdered all his amusement. “Speaking of angels. They’ve not paid a formal visit to Jakira—yet—but she’s received demands from high up about our little angel here.” He pinched the bridge of his nose. “They want her. Immediately.”
Lyx’s fingers stilled in her hair, and his jaw hardened.
“They’re dropping subtle hints that they’ll instigate war to retrieve her if we don’t comply.”
“What was Jakira’s response?”
“Fuck off, basically. But we both know it won’t end there. Of course, she’s on our side, but if they’re capable of showing some proof why they should have Sanja, Jakira may be forced to withdraw her support.” Being caught up in politics rankled when his interests were involved. He preferred to be the one making decisions for others. He’d built his empire on the backs of others and used weaker demons to rise higher in the ranks until he outranked every-fucking-body. Coups had been instigated based upon his recommendations. Assassinations of high-ranking officials committed on his suggestion. If Jakira thought he’d hand over their woman to save the peace between the two realms, she’d lost her goddamn edge.
“Sanja is ours.” Lyx’s voice held an uncompromising quality. It was the tone of the man who’d slaughtered over one hundred thousand angels and who knew he could take out another one hundred thousand when necessary. “They can have her only over my corpse.”
“On that we agree. I suspect it’ll blow up in our faces soon.”
Lyx reached an arm over Sanja and trailed his fingertips across Troz’s cheek. “This was what had you so worked up tonight?”
“Yes.” He caught Lyx’s hand and kissed his wrist. “Desperation to convince myself that she’s ours drove my actions. I’m sorry I turned it on you, as well.”
Lyx shrugged, dismissing Troz’s actions. All was forgiven. “She wasn’t tagged as an angel, Troz.” Not being ticketed negated the angels’ claim on their offspring…unless they could prove the demon that tagged her should’ve known her identity. “That’s the only defense we need. We wouldn’t even have known she was an angel if we hadn’t tasted her blood.”
“I provided Jakira with that information. She suggested we ensure Sanja conceives immediately.”
Lyx chuckled. “Whether she conceives or not, won’t be from lack of trying.”
Troz smiled. He placed a kiss on Lyx’s palm. “I thought I could remain emotionally unattached, but I fear I’ve got too much of my human-witch grandmother in me. I don’t think straight when it comes to Sanja. The way I feel when I’m with her, inside her, making her come….” A weary sigh bled from between his lips. “I’m exhausted from trying to fight the…soft feelings.”
Silence descended. And Lyx’s features were devoid of emotion as he gazed at Troz.
What must his husband think of that confession? In the eyes of other demons, it’d make him less of a demon. Some might even decide to make a play for his rank.
“Of course you would feel protective toward her. That’s natural.” Lyx pushed up on
his elbow and withdrew his hand from Troz’s cheek, an obvious sign of withdrawal. He went back to painting one of Sanja’s nipples with Troz’s blue semen.
He shook his head at Lyx’s comment. “It’s deeper than that. More extreme. And difficult to explain. The idea of those goddamn angels getting their hands on her alarms me and makes me desperate to keep her. I fear this…this…emotion or whatever it is, weakens me. If this is love—”
“Demons cannot love.”
“I’m not a pureblood demon like you.”
Another long pause as Lyx took the time to bend over their woman and lick the cum off her nipple. He raked his teeth over the hard bead before he lifted his head. “If you’re capable of love, Troz, I will be jealous if you love her and not me.”
Not the response Troz expected, but the statement told him what he needed to know. His secret was safe with Lyx. He grinned at his spouse, emotions flooding him at his partner’s support.
“Your secret is safe with me, husband.” A suck to the same nipple, hard enough the suction made a popping sound when he released the bud. Sanja moaned, her eyes slipping upward in a lazy flutter. “However, do not allow others to know of this or they may believe you’re weak.” The look in Lyx’s eyes implied he’d kill the fucker who thought that.
“I don’t need your protection, Lyx.” I can handle my own affairs, but I am wise enough to keep this to just us.
Lyx nodded and turned his focus on Sanja. “Wake up, milien zariena. I wish to play more.”
“The warmth that fills her when you use that endearment leaves her wishing for more than you can give her.” Troz pulled his skeins out of her flesh.
His husband swirled his finger in the cum and brought it to Sanja’s lips. As she sucked it off his digit, he cut his eyes in the direction of Troz. “Maybe you’re not the only one who can feel more than he should.”
“Wh—” Sanja cleared her scratchy throat. “What happened? The last thing I remember is climaxing and then nothing until now.”
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