Demon Spelled (15 page)

Eagerness suckerpunched her, and her breath stammered from her lungs. Despite almost hating herself for obeying without a struggle, she followed his instructions and flattened her hands on the smooth surface of the vanity.

“Keep your eyes open and on your face, angel.”

She nodded at Troz’s request. A moment later, he lowered behind her and out of view. The puffs of his breath on her folds blasted her with arousal, and she could feel the wetness surge from between her thighs. He made a growly noise and flicked a finger through her slit. Embarassment over her reaction and his obvious delight burned her cheeks. And then his mouth was on her cunt. Her lips parted as his tongue drove into her with quick flicks. The heat in her cheeks blossomed hotter as she composed mewling noises for him, kickstarting him into tongue-fucking her faster.

“Ask for permission before you climax,” Lyx said from where he sat, but since she couldn’t see him in the mirror it was like he was a disembodied voice.

The veil of her dress hid Troz from view. It was almost like being blindfolded because she couldn’t predict his next move. Forced to watch pleasure flit across her face created an incomprehensible intimate atmosphere with him in a perplexing way.

His thumbs slid along the outer edges of her vaginal lips moments before he used them to pull her apart. She licked her lips wondering what he’d do next. She didn’t have long to wait. His tongue slid over her clit in a wispy swipe, and she moaned.

Movement in the mirror’s reflection showcased Lyx accompanying them. “Look at yourself, not me.”

With a nod, she wet her lips and focused on her face once more. Fast licks to her clit caused her to tremble and groan, her belly tightening with her need for release.

The sudden press of a finger into her bottom startled her, and she lurched forward. Troz growled at her and pulled her against his mouth.

Lyx made a cooing noise. “Easy, my sex-pet. I lubed my finger, so this shouldn’t hurt.”

Pain wasn’t presently part of her vocabulary. The surreal ambiance of the moment disorientated her. Each was dressed in finery while they performed perverted things to her. And she liked it.

What the hell is wrong with me
?

The soft licks halted against her clitoris. She felt Troz’s shoulders shift tight against the inside of her thighs, opening her further, and he clamped his lips on the exposed nub of her clit. He sucked hard.

Erica cried out at the harsh pleasure. Head too heavy, it fell forward, but a second later Lyx cupped her chin and angled her head back. “Watch,” was his gruff command as he held her in position.

“May I come?”

Neither of her owners replied to her request. Desperation caused her to chance a glance at Lyx. When he caught her gaze in the mirror, he mouthed, “Watch.”

She peered at her reflection. Her cheeks were bright, and a thin line of moisture beaded on her upper lip. More sucking followed by rapid flicks against her clitoris caused moisture to rush from her pussy. She must be drenching Troz with her arousal.

“
Please
!” she panted. “May I come?” Her legs quaked as her climax approached.

Lyx sounded cool and collected when he replied, “No.”

Whimpers puffed from her parted lips, creating a ring of dew on the mirror. Her eyes were glassy, her mouth slack from her encroaching climax. She’d come soon without their permission unless she figured out a way to squash it.

She thought of the weather, the differences between Earth and Baal’s climate, and when that didn’t help her increasing problem, she attempted to count her eyelashes.

Lyx diverted her from her deliberations when he removed his finger from her ass. One less sensation made battling her orgasm a bit simpler. Lyx’s hold on her chin remained, and he held up his hand, the mirror reflecting a bright pink butt plug between his fingers. It looked massive, but Troz had already been inside her ass, so she knew she could take it if that was Lyx’s intentions. He popped the sex toy into his mouth—she assumed to lubricate it—and noticed the jewel at the base.

“You’re watching me again,” Lyx chastised after removing the toy from his mouth.

“Sorry.” Erica went back to counting her eyelashes, until she felt the tip of the butt plug press against her anus. Lyx pushed it in too fast for her to process the burn of entry, but the intensity of the wide base entering her in a quick pop wrenched a startled cry from her.

Once the sex toy was in place, he tapped his wristband and the vibrators inside her turned on at a low hum.

“
Please
!” she screamed. “May I come?” Her nails dug into the vanity, creating gouges in the surface.

“Hmm….” Lyx leaned closer, his head right beside hers. “Convince me you really want it.
Beg
.”

Her breath hitched. She’d vowed not to beg, and he’d promised she would.

What happens if I come without their permission
?

“Punishment,” Lyx replied immediately to her thought, proving he was in her head like always.

Lyx yanked the butt plug from her ass and her eyes went wide, her breath vanished on an abrupt hitch.

Troz sucked harder on her clit.

She moaned, as her belly cramped and her pussy clenched in need.

Lyx pressed the butt plug back inside, repeating the movement over and over again.

Her breathing splintered, and it felt like her body would shatter any second. “Please, please,
please
!” Heat threaded through her loins to fist in her belly. Afraid she’d orgasm without permission, she whimpered as she bit her bottom lip hard enough a thin line of blood grew evident. “Allow me to come, my masters of sex.”

Lyx turned his head and pressed his lips to her ear. “Good girl. Come for us.”

Not a moment too soon, Erica shattered, her scream echoing in the room. She slumped against the vanity, with her forehead on the smooth mirror, the coolness alleviating the fire burning her face. Lyx released her chin and supported her with a strong arm beneath her belly.

Troz kissed her twitching clit before standing. One of them fiddled with the butt plug. She found herself face first in Troz’s arms, with his mouth on hers, while Lyx straightened her clothing into place.

“Her thighs are so wet, Jamin will smell her arousal.” Lyx kissed the sensitive area of her nape.

“Good,” Troz said against her mouth. “You injured yourself, angel.”

Confused and unable to formulate a coherent sentence, she settled on frowning at him. Troz shifted her back into Lyx’s arms, pricked his thumb with a claw until moisture beaded on the surface. He spread the blood along her bottom lip.

A scowl threaded across Troz’s brow. “If I’d been in your skin, I’d have known you’d reached your limit.”

“She should’ve begged sooner.” Lyx nipped her bare shoulder. “She won’t hold onto her pride so long next time.”

Doubting that outcome would be likely, Erica laughed.

Her laugh turned to a groan when Troz said, “One orgasm down, five more to go.”

LYX WATCHED AS
Sanja squirmed in her seat at the dining room table. The only plausible excuse was the butt plug that remained in her ass. And what a fine view the jewel looked dressing up her tight hole.

He peered around her to determine if Troz noticed her fidgeting. His husband winked at him, and in response Lyx returned his grin.

They’d inserted the butt plug because the device could expand and shift forms with a touch to his armlet. If Lyx enlarged it a fraction each day, she’d be able to endure his bulkier dick by the end of the week. Eager to compare the feel of her ass to the equisite tightness of her cunt, he’d had the sex toy specially crafted for her.

Lyx leaned toward her and pressed his lips against her ear. She stilled as his lips moved against her ear, “You’re drawing attention to yourself with all the wriggling.”

Her gaze jerked upward to land on their guests. Jamin and his two wives, neither of which had given him an heir during the course of their forty-years of combined marriage. Jamin’s interest was evident in the way he gawked at Sanja. Lyx thought their guest adjusted his cock more than once, but with the table’s shelter, it was uncertain.

Sanja stilled, looked quickly away from the other demon, and went back to picking at her food.

Not that Lyx could fault the fucker for staring at her or getting a hard on. Jamin’s wives were dull in comparison to his lively Sanja. She was soft and rounded where they were hard and reedy thin. Their green and purple hair drab next to her ginger locks.

Bored out of his fucking mind, he suspected his sex-pet suffered the same malady. At least he hid his boredom better than she did. Except for the grip he had on his thigh, which had turned his fingertips a light purple. Half an hour ago he’d wondered if this fucker would ever shut up and this dinner would end.

He didn’t give two-shits about politics or if the law on aneya-tribes was shifting. That was Troz’s specialty, as was evident in his steady stream of banter with Jamin. Aside from fucking Sanja, Lyx would prefer cutting throats to finagling others into granting his requests. Messier, yes, but it conserved time. Jamin made up part of Jakira’s entourage, which was all the more reason to indulge the other demon’s presence.

Of course Jakira would understand if he kicked the fucker out of his home. They had a new concubine that required constant fucking. He estimated she’d probably encourage his inclinations. Lyx gave a mental snort. Utter bullshit. Jakira would be confused why he restrained himself from fucking her in the presence of the other demon and his wives. That was how shit was done in Baal. He rejected his inclincation to have her straddle his lap and ride him because he knew his sex-pet would balk.

Spoiled already. Got no one but myself to blame when she continues to rebel.

Sighing, he glanced at the half-eaten spread on the table. He’d identified at least three fruits that spawned deviant sexual fantasies. He’d shove them up her wet cunt and dig them out with his tongue. Because of those daydreams, his exorbitantly priced mawl-skin pants attempted to strangle his erection.

In an abstract manner, Lyx ran his fingers along her arm. “Are you finished eating?”

Sanja peeked at him and murmured, “Yes.”

He patted his thighs. “Sit on my lap.”

She shot a nervous glance at their guests. Even though she normally projected her thoughts, he required no need of his empathic abilities when her expression said enough. In her world the request may seem odd, but in Baal, it was a tame as fuck request.

He tapped his armlet. He knew the moment the vibrators came on because a shocked breath sizzled out of her lungs. Her response jerked a sharp glance from Troz. Lyx placed his wrist on the table, and his spouse inclined his head in understanding.

Once more, Lyx put his lips to Sanja’s ear. He spoke softly so no one else could hear them. “Sit on my lap, or I’ll leave them running until you’re coming for the others to watch.”

Expression blank, only the slight tension in her jaw physically verified her agitation. Her mind was altogether a different matter, but rolled in a wave of chaos thanks to his invitation. After a hesitation long enough he fancied she might be bold enough to decline his request, she caved to his demands and eased out of her seat. She plopped onto his lap, grinding her hip purposely into his erection as she squirmed to find her seat.

Catching her by the hips, he chuckled as he halted her murderous intent on his cock. A subtle retaliation, if not for her projected thoughts. He adjusted her on his lap, turning her sideways to face Troz, and out of the direct line of sight of Jamin and his spouses.

Their backs were to the wall, easier to guard that way, and it meant none of the servants would approach without being seen. The table hid them from the chest down. Troz slid into the chair she’d vacated and grasped her ankle nearest him, perching the dainty appendage on his thigh. Fuck how he loved when his partner understood his intentions. Troz made quick work of sliding his hand up her leg, inching the garment to one side in the process.

Guessing by her stiff spine, he surmised she expected them to push her further than she wished in front of their guests. Her thoughts were a riot of hysteria. At the top fearing the connotation it would send to Jamin if she openly rejected their touch. And the style of chastisement she’d receive for the gesture. That last thought was the only thing that held her tongue.

Troz’s punishment this morning sent a powerful message.

Lyx put his thumb against her lower spine and created lazy circles. Mid-thigh Troz halted the direction of his palm and slid his touch back down her leg to her ankle, to repeat the movement upward and downward over and over again.

“Relax. Trust us,” Lyx whispered against her ear.

Troz’s caresses kept her from relaxing.

Stubborn witch.

Lyx suspected they’d never fuck the stubbornness out of her, but he liked the challenge she presented.

On the fourth swipe of Troz’s hand, she relaxed a fraction against Lyx’s chest. During the lull of conversation, he peered across the table at Jamin. He gawked, while his wives conversed in soft undertones, and sent shifty peeks in their direction. Lyx had no need to hear their conversation when he could read their minds. They were envious of his sex-pet, wishing they held many of her attributes.

“I hear your concubine is part angel.” Jamin’s wives went silent, as surprised as Lyx by the other male’s bold comment. “You know the offense for harboring an angel.”

Smart girl that she was, Sanja somehow recognized the other demon’s threat even though it was spoken in Baalian, and she melted against Lyx’s chest seeking his protection. Troz’s slow glide along Sanja’s leg halted, and he felt his mate’s tautness immediately. The atmosphere went from friendly to deadly.

He suspected the only thing that kept Troz from putting the other demon in cuffs was Sanja clasping his hand resting on her knee. His spouse glanced at Sanja, took a deep breath, and some of his visible tension evaporated.

Lyx was stunned by her effect. With one act she’d diffused a hostile situation.

Surely Jamin realized Jakira knew everything of importance about Sanja. Even so, he struggled to contain his talons. Making the proclamation was as good as a threat against his sex-pet. Lyx glared at the demon as he focused on the soft flesh of his woman’s skin beneath his touch. “Our concubine is no concern of yours.”

Troz utilized a more political, tactful approach, as his fingers laced with Sanja’s. “I’ve recently discovered you purchased a hydra.”

A punishable by death purchase, as well as all ancestral assets and ranks stripped from the remainder of the family.

“An illegal acquisition,” Lyx sneered loud enough someone three time zones away could’ve heard him.

Jamin blanched. “Rumors,” he said stiffly. The wife closest to him squeezed his arm, her yellow claws visible, but obviously filed down as was current fashion. “I’m sure the angel allegations are rumors, as well.”

They neither denied nor confirmed his declaration. To show weakness now would send a wrong message, so he fixated his focus on the other male as he allowed his talons free and coiled the free strand of Sanja’s hair around a finger. A subtle threat to his guests. One that was received by the gape of Jamin’s wives and the panic of their thoughts.

“In future…” Troz’s talons were out, as well, a rarity for his husband because he’d learned ages ago how to control his emotions. At the present, he used the sharp tips to create random designs on the table, an indirect threat only a fool would disregard. Jamin was no fool. The fingers of Troz’s other hand rubbed back and forth over Sanja’s as if no threat had been made against her. “You’ll guard your tongue. Seed rumors in any way regarding my concubine, and you’ll become Horace’s neighbor.”

Jamin gulped. “Understood,
The Thirteen
.” It was as close to an apology as they would receive from a fellow demon, because demons performed regret poorly.

One of his wives twittered like a fool, and the other fanned her cheeks dramatically. In the presence of a killer, the least amount of emotion displayed benefited the target. At the moment, they were very much the targets. A spouse’s behavior served as a direct reflection upon the other partner. Their noticeable nervous behavior damaged Jamin’s reputation. He should’ve controlled them better. Lyx decided Jamin a lucky fucker for his lack of offspring with these idiot companions.

It wasn’t long before the evening wrapped up and they were left alone with Sanja.

“I should have him killed.” Lyx remained in their language sure their sex-pet would endure guilt if she knew his suggestion.

“Not yet. I’ll put someone on him.” Troz tugged Sanja off Lyx’s lap, and onto his. With her balance offset, she crashed into him, her breasts flattening against his chest, with her knees between his legs. Troz gazed at her as he spoke to Lyx in Baalian. “We’ll reassess the situation in a couple of days.”

“A lot of damage can happen in a couple of days.” Antsy by the danger Jamin presented toward their woman—either intentionally or not mattered none—Lyx rose to his feet. And if Jamin were speculating about their woman, so were other demons.

Using his forearm, he swiped the dishes aside, intending to fuck away his edginess. A few dishes crashed to the floor, splintering as they shattered, while the others were simply relocated further away on the table.

Sanja flinched and would’ve looked around, but Troz buried his fingers in her hair and quickly uncoiled her hair from the fancy bun Fairy had crafted. “A unit is waiting for him at his home. I notified Jakira with my armlet. We will ferret out the rumor-makers. I’m certain our Queen will make it her top priority. Enough conversation, lover.” Using her hair, Troz tilted her head back hard enough a sharp gasp exited her mouth. In English, Troz said, “We have a woman to fuck and tame.”

He slammed his mouth over hers for a wet kiss that went on and on.