Demon Spelled (33 page)

LATER THAT AFTERNOON
, Pinkie flitted about Sanja, her little wings fluttering like a hummingbird making buzzing resonances. The outfit designed for the party tonight clung to Sanja’s frame and shimmered like a rainbow in direct light, but in the shadows it appeared royal blue. The material was softer than silk against her skin. Like nothing she’d ever worn before.

The garment stopped mid-thigh, but after being naked so long, wearing clothing felt odd.

“Perfection,” the Fairy said, clapping her hands. “Wearing this color
The Thirteen’s
family will unders—”

“You’re dismissed, Fairy,” Troz said from behind them. Startled, Pinkie squealed and disappeared with a slight humming sound.

Sanja met his gaze in the mirror’s reflection. As always he wore only pants. They looked to be of the same material she wore. But a band encircled his throat, the material reflective like their clothing.

She turned to face him as he strode toward her.

“You’re wearing the color of our house, angel.” She smiled as Troz lifted his hand and ran his thumb along her cheek.

“We should’ve asked you to accept our protection,
milien zariena
.” Lyx entered the room, dressed identical to Troz. “But we took the liberty of dressing you in the shade instead.”

Hmm…they were acting very formal, and she couldn’t pinpoint why. She glanced between them.

“I proudly wear your color.” She fingered the fabric. “It means everyone present will know I belong to you two.” It also meant they staked their claim on her publically. That thrilled her and gave her hope they would one day return her affection.

Troz caught her arm with the slave band and quickly disengaged the locks. He chucked the armlet over his shoulder. The item hit the floor with a loud
thunk
.

Lyx flattened it beneath his booted foot.

Troz caressed her newly bared skin with his hands, and Sanja swallowed the sudden lump in her throat.

Without the armlet she felt naked, but not knowing why he removed the bracelet, she remained silent and waited. She had zero doubt of their intentions to keep her.

“I strip you of your slave status.” Holding her hand, Troz dropped to his knee and tilted his head back to gaze at her. “You’re free.”

Sanja gasped. They
were
giving her the boot.

“Not exactly.” Lyx caught her other hand with his and went to his knees before her, directly beside Troz. Her purple demon lifted his free hand and cupped in his palm was another armlet, bearing the color of their house and etched in intricate gold designs. The band seemed almost identical to the ones they wore about their neck. “You have a choice to make, Sanja. Marry us and wear our armlet”—he nodded at the bracelet in his palm—“signifying our marriage.”

Troz cleared his throat. “If you decline to wed us, we’ll set you up in a home with enough money to live out eternity in style.”

Tears stung her eyes and blurred her vision. “I am already both of yours.”

“That’s not an answer,” Troz said, his voice dark and solemn.

“Try to get rid of me. Just try.” She went to her knees before them, palming both of their cheeks. “I love you both. I’d proudly show off your slave armlet, marking me as yours. I don’t need anything more from either of you.”

“We want to marry you.” Lyx ran his fingers through her hair. “We never thought to marry another, but we’re dissatisfied with only having children with you.”

“You carry our child now.”

Sanja’s breath froze in her lungs at Troz’s comment. Baby? Already? How’d they know when she had no clue?

Lyx nodded. “That’s right,
milien zariena
, you’ll bear us a child. But that’s not why we want to marry you. We wish to honor you with our devotion. Through marriage all of Baal will know your place in our life, and they’ll respect you as they would another born of this world.”

It wasn’t a confession of love, but it was more than what they’d originally offered her. Anyone could say they loved another, but never show the emotion. Her demons demonstrated their affection in so many ways. They might not believe they could love, but Sanja knew better. Some day she’d convince them to whisper the words and have faith in them.

Taking a deep breath, she pushed through the tears burning her sinuses. “I am honored to marry you both.”
And I love you both enough for us all
.

Lyx kissed her and murmured against her lips, “I wish I could say the words you want to hear.”

She placed the pad of her thumb against his mouth. “I never want to hear them unless you feel them, Lyx. Don’t mime an emotion you don’t feel.”

Troz interrupted their discussion with a kiss, his tongue gliding against hers until she moaned into his mouth. When he ended the embrace he tilted her head back. “You accept the armlet as our devotion to you?”

“Yes.”

“You will be our wife, ours to protect, cherish, and spoil.” Lyx nuzzled the side of her neck.

They already did those things, they were only adding a title to it now so she nodded and murmured her agreement.

“You’re our equal in all things from here out.”

She pulled back enough to catch Troz’s black-eyed gaze. “I never want to cease being your slave in the bedroom.”

Lyx chuckled, and Troz unveiled a lurid grin.

“In all other things you’re our equal.” Lyx licked the shell of her ear as he moved in behind her and settled his chest against her spine. “But we promise to fuck you like the sex-slave Troz purchased. Not that being our wife would’ve resulted in a different outcome.”

A shiver lanced along her spine. She enjoyed being used as their sex-slave. Tenderness and endearments weren’t what she anticipated in the bedroom.

“Deal?” Troz held her eyes as Lyx shoved the skirt of the dress upward and bared her ass.

She nodded, as Lyx wrapped his arms around her waist. “Deal, Sanja?” His voice was gruff against her ear. “Equal in all aspects except in the bedroom, where we’ll continue to dominate you and use you however
we
choose?”

“Yes,” she squeaked out when she felt the head of Lyx’s cock pressing against the tight ring of her ass. She’d been lubed earlier, so she held no fear of dry anal entry.

Lyx held up the armlet he’d offered her earlier. “Anything else you wish to negotiate? The armlet holds the contract of our marriage.”

Sanja didn’t understand what that meant, but she shook her head. “Nothing else.”

The teasing nudge of Lyx’s dick distracted her with desire.

“Say what you’re agreeing to, angel, so the armlet has zero confusion,” Troz demanded as he released his pants and freed his cock. He tested her wetness with fingers slipping through her folds.

“I am Sanja, and I love you both. I want it on record that I love Troz and Lyx.” Troz scooted closer, the crown of his dick butting against her vaginal opening. She had no doubt they’d seal their agreement with sex. “I will become
The Thirteen’s
wife.”

Troz grinned, and she felt Lyx’s lips curl upward against her shoulder.

“I’m your equal, except for in the bedroom where you’ll command me and fuck me like the sex-slave you purchased for your bed. Once we’ve sealed the deal, I want to know everything about
The Thirteen
. Now do we have a deal?”

“Yes.” Lyx snapped the armlet on her wrist.

Troz rammed into her pussy, and she cried out at his sudden entry, throwing her head back to land on Lyx’s shoulder. Troz cupped her chin, holding her steady so he could stare into her eyes. “Yes, wife, we have a deal.”

Lyx took his time entering her ass, his bumpy erection drawing whimpers from her with each inch she took.

“Wrap your arms around my neck and your legs around my waist,” Troz instructed once Lyx ceased to slide into her. The new position must’ve opened her further because both men went a little deeper. “Don’t close your eyes.”

Her demons kissed one another over her shoulder and began to move inside her in unison, the way it was the most intense. Taking turns kissing her, they took her slowly, prolonging their pleasure. They’d be late to the party, but something told her neither man cared.

When she climaxed they joined her, filling her with their seed. She collapsed between them, trusting them to take care of her. The armlet burned her wrist for a moment, and the scrollwork glowed, before it cooled. She guessed the occurrence signified the completion of their union. Their climaxes must’ve been the catalyst to seal their marriage.

Uncaring if black arts had been involved, she’d fallen under their spell and didn’t want to be saved.
There are worse things than to be demon spelled by two virile men
.

Zombie intruded on their union and blessed them all with slobbery kisses.

Sanja giggled and buried her fingers in her pet’s fur, scratching him behind his ears. “We’re going to be late for your celebration.”

“As far as I’m concerned, this
is
the celebration.” Lyx tugged her head back by her hair and angled her head to accept his kiss.

Troz flexed his hips and withdrew from her body. She felt him rise and move away. Before the kiss ended, he returned with a wet washrag and cleansed between her thighs.

When Lyx finally finished with her mouth, he exited her ass and Troz cleansed her there, as well. “Let’s go introduce our wife to our family and Queen.”

“My husbands.” Sanja peered up at them. She never dreamed she could be so happy. “How’d you know?” She palmed her belly. “I didn’t even know.”

“It’s one of our Queen’s gifts.” Troz helped her to her feet. “She sensed the child within you.”

She pulled them both into a group hug. “I want a bunch of babies with both of you.”

“We aim to please you in all things, my sex-pet.” Lyx lifted her hand and trailed her fingers along the item circling his neck. Troz wore one identical to Lyx’s. “These evidence our devotion to you.”

The world will see their commitment to me
. She tugged the skirt to her dress down. “You can show me how devoted you are later. After the party. I have needs, and I plan to be very demanding.”

Lyx smacked her on the ass, and she yelped. “Bossiness will get you spanked,
milien zariena
.”

“I think I should come up with a punishment for you two.” She liked playful Lyx, even if her flesh smarted from the smack. “For when I don’t like how y’all are behaving.”

Troz chuckled. “You want to play games?” He tapped on his armlet and the vibrators inside her whirred to life.

Sanja groaned.

“Let the games begin, angel.”

They’ll be the death of me
.

Catching her chin between his fingers, Troz nipped her bottom lip. “We should join the party.”

“Not with the vibrators on.” Her voice sounded so breathy, she could’ve passed for a marathon sprinter.

As a response, he gave her a quick, hard kiss, caught her hand, and led her toward the door.

She dug her heels in. “Troz! Not with the vibrators on.”

He planted her against the wall next to the door.

Over Troz’s shoulder, she caught Lyx’s smirk.

Troz ran his nose along her neck and inhaled. One of his hands curled around her throat. His thumb settled beneath her chin, and he notched her head back. “Angel, I’d suggest you resisting climaxing until I can find a moment alone with you. If you manage, I’ll make it worth the effort.”

How would she act normal? “How long before we can be alone?”

He shrugged.

She wet her lips. If the wait went on too long, she’d never be able to resist the pleasure of the vibrators.

“If I can’t wait, may I leave the room?”

“No.” The tone of Troz’s voice suggested he’d tolerate no dispute.

“Regretting making the deal to be our sex-slave,
milien zariena
?”

Her gaze jerked to Lyx, his stare intense.

“Would you really allow your wife to come in front of your parents? Knowing I would be humiliated?”