Demon Spelled (8 page)

Unable to imagine that outcome, she shook her head. “I dislike pain.”

“Then why is your cunt throbbing?”

She gasped. “You’re reading my mind again.”

“You’re projecting again.”

“Convenient excuse.”

He chuckled and ran his callused palm along her other cheek. “Should I deliver a smack to this side for your sass?”

Erica surprised herself by almost saying yes, but managed to bite her tongue just in time. She shook her head.

He kissed both cheeks and licked the handprint that had to be evident on her flesh. “These will be cold.” His breath puffed against her privates as he inserted a cylinder-feeling item into her pussy and another into her anus.

They warmed quickly until they were unnoticeable. “What are those for?”

“Vibrators.” A quick tap of his finger against his wristband and the items whirred to life inside her. Her hand flew to her crotch, and he peeled her palm away. “Like the other devices—the bracelet we command you with and the choker identifying you as ours—they’ll become a part of you. You cannot remove them. And they will not interfere with any of our play, but are intended as enhancements.”

“Wh-what’s…their um…purpose?” Besides the obvious, to drive her crazy with need. They went through a series of pulsations with each touch of his fingertip against his bracelet.

“Sometimes I’ll want to tease you. Especially at dinner parties when others are present. It’ll be a rush knowing you’re attempting to sit stoic and ladylike beside us, while eating dinner or conversing.” Goodness, the very idea left her breathless. “You’ll fight the climax of course because you won’t want those in attendance to know what I’m doing to you. I’ll know you’re a breath away from coming when I shut off the device. If you lose control and orgasm….” The embarrassment alone would be punishment enough, so that eliminated any need for him to finish his sentence. But really, what would happen if she lost control? He didn’t say, which left her worried and curious. “Other times, I’ll use them as a means to arouse you while I’m working. And”—he moved in behind her and rocked his erect cock against her exposed flesh—“then there are the times I’ll turn them on and fuck you until you’re too weak to move.” He stepped away from her leaving her cold and needy. “Troz can access them as well. He tends to be more playful than me.”

Have mercy
.

“Open the box on the sofa. I didn’t say stand.” His palm landed on her pussy when she went to rise. He rubbed her folds. “Open the box.”

Hands trembling, she lifted the lid. Gauzy yellow material filled the rectangle.

“That, my gorgeous sex-pet, is approved attire. Dress so we can join Troz.”

Happy to wear clothing of any nature, she quickly removed the garments from the box. That pleasure died a rapid death when she got a good gander at the attire. Reminding her of a genie costume, except it was much more see-through than anything she’d ever seen before, only her nipples, crotch and bottom would be hidden. He’d said before the only time she would wear clothes was when another person was nearby. “Others will be present when we meet Troz?”

“Yes. Hurry.”

“This is hardly decent.”

“It’s all you have. Wear it or don’t.”

“May I stand to dress?”

Lyx grinned as if her question pleased him. “Of course.” But before he stepped away, he slipped his fingertips through her nether lips.

Trembling as she dressed, she tried not to think of the way his teasing touch had felt.

“Delightful.” He leered when she stood before him decked out in the genie outfit. “I look forward to removing the garment from your body.”

Lyx guided her out of the room and down a series of halls. In no time she was lost. They came to a door. He pressed his thumb against a pad on the wall and locks disengaged. “Because you don’t know Troz well enough yet, I’ll enlighten you. He’s not one to give gifts. The power you could wield over him…just don’t forget he did this
for you
.”

Frowning, and more than a little nervous thanks to his commentary, she held back after he pushed open the door. The slight nudge against her shoulder blades forced her to enter.

The locks engaged on the door, bolting them in the room. She glanced about, finding Troz leaning against the wall near a window wearing a feral frown. Unsure of her reception with him, or what he expected from her after last night, she gave him a small smile. His scowl evaporated, and his eyes dilated as his gaze swept over her. Like Lyx, he was shirtless, his etchings and various bands sexy. His snug, black leather pants showcased the soft tool he’d used on her until she’d been desperate for release.

“Erica?”

She whipped around at her earthly name. Crowded into a corner of the room, Tera gaped at them.

“Tera!” She and her best friend converged in the middle of the room in a fit of hugs and tears. “I was so worried about you. Are you okay? Did that demon bastard hurt you? I had no idea what his intentions were toward you.”

Tera laughed. “I’m fine. I was worried about you. Are you okay? Did they hurt you?”

“Negative.” With a hand to her shoulder, Lyx broke apart their embrace. Confused by his glower, Erica sent him a questioning look. “She’s thinking of escaping now that she’s with you. That is a
negative
. I will remove your gift if she cannot accept your position here.”

Troz came away from the wall and prowled toward them. Tera glanced at both her demons warily before curling her fingers into fists and going into a boxing stance. “I have a black belt in karate, so suckass.”

It was a lie, and Erica was pretty sure Lyx realized she fibbed. Both of her demons ignored her friend’s aggression.

“I could’ve left her for Horace to use.” Troz clipped his black hair behind an ear, exposing a heavily pierced lobe.

She reminded herself that Horace was the demon who’d plucked them from her home.

“Horace tried to kill us. I took care of him”—she probably did not want to know how he ‘took care of’ Horace—“and I placed a more reliable demon in his position. Then promptly paid him ten thousand souls for your friend, Sanja.”

“That a lot of souls?” Erica met Troz’s gaze.

“Who’s Sanja?”

They ignored Tera’s question.

“Enormous,” Troz confirmed holding her gaze without blinking.

“Blasphemous, considering we have no use for her.” Lyx added that smidge of information. “I repeat, a gift
for you
.”

My God, he bought my friend for me
.
To ease my transition
? In their world that meant she owned a human.

What was the reason for the purchase? As a gesture to soften her toward them? Or simply because doing so would please her to know her friend was safe?

“Worth the cost to please you.” Troz rubbed a swath of her hair between his fingers. “She’s my way of eliminating any doubts you have about our”—he motioned between him and Lyx—“commitment to you. I want you happy and not pining for your human future that can no longer be. But I will return her to the sex-mart or sell her to a whore house if she causes me problems.”

Tera gasped, but Erica flung herself against Troz, squeezing him tight. “Thank you. How can I repay you for your loss of income?”

He ran his hands down her spine, stopping at the small of her back. “Accept us as your future. That’s all I want.”

“Don’t sell yourself for me, Erica. We’ll find a way out of this godforsaken hellhole. These demons want to fuck you and God only knows what el—”

“Silence!” The bracelet around her friend’s wrist glowed when Lyx bellowed. “Knees.”

Tera buckled to the floor, anger blazing from her blue eyes.

Erica rubbed her cheek against Troz’s chest and considered her friend. “They’ve already fucked me, Tera.”

Her friend sighed, closing her eyes. “I’d hoped you were spared that misery.”

“You were spared Horace’s assault because of me, don’t forget it.” Troz massaged Erica’s nape, but glared at her friend.

“I never felt freer than I do now.” That was the truth. “You might have a hard time understanding this, Tera, but being with them feels right. This is where I belong.”

Lyx linked his fingers with hers and elevated her hand to kiss her palm. She smiled at him.

Tera paled when she noticed their laced fingers. “You say only what they want to hear.”

“No. Sybil hinted I’d have two strong, obstinate men in my life.” Thinking back on all those conversations, the hints hadn’t been all that subtle, Erica had just been too stubborn to hear what her mother had been saying. But that was then. Right now she wasn’t ready to face the reality of her dreams. At least not yet. She could fake it for Tera’s sake though. “We cannot go back to our world. We’ll die on the crossover.”

“I’d rather be dead.” Not for one moment did she believe her friend wanted that. Fear loosened her tongue.

“I need you with me, Tera. Please. Let’s have fun with this adventure together like we have all the others.”

Tera glanced between Lyx and Troz. They stood on either side of Erica like guardians, but what they offered her was salvation from a boring future and an unfulfilling life.

“Okay.” Tera shrugged. “I mean what choice do I have, right?”

She had options, just none she’d like.

“In the future, her name is Sanja, not this other name you call her.” Lyx had said he’d never call her Erica and even as he gave Tera instructions on her new designation, he’d upheld that promise. “My sex-pet, Troz and I have agreed to let you name your pet.” He nodded at Tera.

Her friend strangled on an infuriated gasp. “I am not—”

She cut Tera off. “Trust me, this isn’t an argument you want to continue. I’ll name her…Tiara.”

Her friend burst out laughing. She’d previously nicknamed her TeraTiara because her friend was so girly, she always had to have her hair just right, her make-up flawless, and her outfit matching, while Erica had been the tomboy of the two without much concern for her appearance.

“We’ll allow Sanja to visit you again tomorrow.” Troz ran his fingers through her hair. “Once you prove yourself trustworthy, the visits can become longer and more frequent.”

“You should know, I can read your thoughts. And, yes, I know you plan to bide your time while waiting for an exit to present itself. Try to run off with her, and I’ll make you bleed. And scream. A lot.” Lyx lifted his other hand and splayed his fingers, talons exiting from his fingertips.

Tera’s eyes widened, and her breath hitched.

“I understand you’re confused at the moment, Tiara, and rebelling against your lot. I hope for your benefit and Sanja’s you’ll eventually come around. Until tomorrow.”

They led Erica from the room. Once outside in the hall, the locks reengaged and they halted at the door.

Lyx ran his fingers along his jaw and leveled her with a stare. “I’m aware Tiara is a variation of a nickname you gave her from your former life. Don’t make me regret giving you liberties.”

Erica embraced him. Life with her demons wouldn’t be easy, but it’d never be dull. “I look forward to growing old with you two.”

“You swallowed my cum.” There was the barest inflection of humor in Lyx’s voice.

“Okay. So?”

“Demon cum is like a fountain of youth for humans.” Troz eyed her mouth like he fantasized about having Lyx’s cock between her lips again.

She shivered at the sudden desire osculating through her. “As long as I keep swallowing it, I’ll stay young and keep living?”

“No.” Lyx bent his head and licked a nipple through the gauzy material.

That felt way too good
.

“It’s the fountain of immortality for witches.”

She stared at him as he rolled her nipple through his teeth. Erica had to focus hard to stay on topic. “You do realize I’m
not
a witch. While we’re on the subject, my daddy is not an angel either. He’s just a lowlife who took off once he found out he’d put a baby in my mother’s stomach. And since you’ve forbidden me to lie to you, you know I’m telling you the truth.”

As he stood, Lyx rotated his thumb over the nipple he’d wet. The tangle of the material scrubbing along her peak aroused her further. “All angels are lowlifes,” he said, his expression deadpan. “Only a witch could open the portal to Baal. You don’t practice magic. Makes no difference. That tells me Sybil didn’t train you because she knew you’d never need it.”

She stared at Lyx, trying to wrap her brain around what he said.

“Trust us, you’re a witch. And one sip of demon cum is all it takes to turn a witch immortal.” Troz snuggled against her back and thrust his hand between her legs. Anyone could see them. She should put a halt to their foreplay before it got out of hand. But the illicit element of someone catching them aroused her further. “You’ll swallow lots more of our seed, though.”

“Come”—she already wanted to, just not in the way they meant—“let’s feed our new acquisition. She needs to maintain her strength, Troz.” Lyx sucked on the other nipple and rolled the tight bud through his teeth, before standing. She groaned a protest, and he kissed her brow. “She’s so impatient for more of us.”