Dance of Wings (Curse of the Guardians #7)

39. Lucifer

Chapter 39

Lucifer

F uck. He was pretty sure his cock had never been so hard. Scarlet panted below him, lips parted and eyes dark with arousal. Colour blushed her cheekbones, sweeping down her throat towards her breasts.

“Do it,” he said, savouring the blade as it sliced deeper into him. His own blood dripped slowly, painting her skin in a glorious red that he wanted to smear until she was covered.

Scarlet jerked the knife so it sliced rather than stabbed as he dipped his head, and lapped at her skin. The sting of the blade only heightened everything, his darker instincts making everything more defined. Every one of her breaths, the impatient wriggle of her hips and the way she tried to close her thighs to relieve some of the pressure. Which of course he couldn’t allow.

This was supposed to be a punishment, after all.

“You’re fucking delicious,” he murmured, loving the way her pulse changed every time he spoke. “And so fucking wet.” His fingers stroked down, not bothering to tease before he dipped them between her legs.

Her back bowed, cutting a little deeper as he thrust two inside her cunt. She was so tight, and he groaned at the memory of how she’d strangled his cock. He’d taken her too quickly last time, almost hurting her with how impatient he’d been. This time, however, he wanted her to feel every inch of him going in, without the distraction of the initial stretch.

“Does making me bleed get you off?” He tugged at her nipple with his teeth, pressing one of his canines until he tasted her blood.

Scarlet cried out, the scent of her arousal intensifying the closer to the edge she became. The room erupted into the hot fucking sound of his fingers moving in and out of her, so wet she couldn’t deny that she wanted him. Curling his fingers, he brushed against her G-spot.

“No,” she managed to push out, the knife forgotten in her grip.

He turned his attention to her neglected breast, loving the smear of red across her pale skin. “No, stop? Or no to blood?”

“I swear,” she growled, moving her hips with his fingers. “If you stop I’ll… Lucifer!”

He pulled his fingers out, much to her annoyance. Her glare was sharp, familiar, and he fucking revelled in it. Lucy licked his fingers, gazing down at that pretty cunt, all swollen, wet, and all for him. Sitting back on his heels, he tugged her further down the bed. Her legs automatically parted, his cock spearing through her folds, but not penetrating.

“You say there’s something wrong with me, but look at you, love.” He smacked his cock against her clit, enjoying the way her body reacted as if she’d been electrocuted. “Getting off on cutting a guy up. So feral, my pretty little angel.”

“Lucifer, please!” she snarled more than whimpered, causing him to laugh.

“See? What did I say about you begging?”

If her earlier glare was sharp, it was deathly now.

Shifting back, much to his cock’s disappointment, he reached down and brushed her clit with his thumb while reaching for the blade with the other. She didn’t stop him, eyes following the knife. She writhed when he pressed the edge against the skin of her breast, just enough to feel its sharpness, but not to cut.

The blade moved down, leaving a faint red line. He teased it along the softness of her stomach, and then across her thigh. Scarlet swallowed, stilling when he teased it just shy of her clit.

“You going to be a good girl and come all over me?”

Her eyes snapped to his, her nod jerky when he pressed the flat of the blade to his favourite bundle of nerves. She stilled, pupils swallowing the pretty blue of her eyes. With a last chuckle he laid the knife to the side before he pressed two fingers at her entrance at the same time his thumb teased her clit. Her body tensed, her cunt quivering against his fingers when he slowly added a third.

“You can take it.” He barely fit the three fingers, having to slow down the thrusts. “Such a good girl.”

Her moan wrapped around his cock, and his patience snapped.

“Come for me, angel,” he growled, hooking his fingers up. Her body responded perfectly, her cunt pulsating as she came with a squirt that soaked his lap. Lucifer groaned, pulling his fingers out only to replace them with his tongue.

Fucking delicious.

He’d never tasted anything like Scarlet, which meant she’d ruined him for anyone else.

“Lucifer, please!” she begged, tugging at his horns. “It’s too much!”

Did this woman not understand punishment?

His scalp screamed in protest as she tugged harder, her hips wiggling to get free from the onslaught. But he could read her body, the way she twitched and groaned giving away how responsive she was. He wanted to pull her to the edge again, until she was nothing but a quivering mess when he finally fucked her. Which luckily didn’t take long, because he was pretty sure his cock was going to fall off if it didn’t find its own release soon.

Her legs shook, and he pulled back seconds before she could explode, only to roll her onto her front.

The position gave him the perfect view of her cunt, as well as her juicy round arse that he needed to mark. Taking the knife he left red lines across the cheeks, her arms shaking as she held her own weight. Her wings were stunning on her back, held close to her spine.

It reminded him that she was everything that he wasn’t.

Angel to his Daemon.

Light to his dark.

She groaned low in her throat, dropping down so her head rested on her arms and her arse was higher in the air. His cock parted her lips, and she hissed as her body strained against him.

“Fuck,” he groaned, thrusting his hips forward a little. “Look how good you take me.”

Scarlet whimpered, a sheen of sweat across her back as her cunt started to swallow him whole. There was no more patience, his hips moving as if they had a mind of their own. She met every thrust, pushing back against him with little moans that made him savage.

She was so small, his cock obscene compared to her, and still she accepted every fucking inch and begged for more.

“Mine,” he growled, reaching down to wrap his hand in her hair. He pulled, forcing her back to arch, taking him even deeper. Scar gasped, leaking with how turned on she was. “Your cunt is perfect. So wet and tight.”

She clenched at his words, forcing a groan from his throat.

“Whose cunt is this, angel?” He pulled her head back, arching her even more.

“Yours!” she cried, strangling his cock in a vice as she came with another gush. The sensation was too much, and after only a few more thrusts he erupted inside of her. He stilled for a moment, their breathing both ragged in their synchronicity. Scarlet collapsed, his cock slipping from her heat. Some of his cum leaked out with him, and he quickly scooped it up and pressed it back inside, her inner muscles quivering as he lazily thrust.

She was exhausted, so didn’t fight when he repositioned her carefully on her back.

“You’re mine,” he whispered, distracting her with little kisses along her shoulder, and jaw. Grabbing her wrists, he lifted them above her head so he could brush his lips against the shell of her ear, her pulse a siren as it jumped at his proximity. “Out of all the prisoner situations I’ve been in, 10/10. Highly recommended.”

With a last kiss on her lips he jumped from the bed, stretching until he felt his bones click.

Scarlet tried to move, finding herself stuck to the headboard with the same bandages she’d removed from him earlier. “Lucifer?” she asked, the post orgasm glow quickly disappearing. “Are you serious? Let me go.”

Lucifer made sure the smile that curved his lips was slow. “Where’s the fun in that, love?”