The Demigod (Seven Sins MC #6)

Chapter Nine

CHAPTER NINE

Daemon

I thought I knew a thing or two about pain. Until, of course, those fucking gods got their hands on me.

I stayed shit-talking for a long while. As bones cracked. As blood flowed. As someone fucked with my mind.

I thought I’d been a pretty decent torturer. I spent eternity showing evil humans all the ways their bodies could hurt.

And still, these gods put me to shame.

Maybe that was because I did it for duty. They did it for pleasure.

They sure enjoyed the fuck out of doing unspeakable things to me, body and mind.

I didn’t even know I had that much blood in my veins. But it was all over me, them, the floor, the walls, everywhere.

Pain sparked off of every nerve ending, pulsed in my soft tissue, ached in my mind.

I knew it would fade, that I would heal. It was my nature.

But I was having a bit of a pity-me moment when I saw the shadows moving around the basement and knew I was no longer alone.

When her shadow cloak fell away, all I saw was how pale she looked, the veins under her skin shining through brightly, the bruises under her eyes saying she was still too tired.

Something was wrong with her. I wouldn’t pretend to know what, but she was wasting away day by day.

What was going to be left after another week?

Mine that voice in the back of my head grumbled, possessive, concerned.

It was why, when she lifted a hand to offer the only comfort she could give me—sleep—I refused. I couldn’t let her drain herself any more than she already had.

Not for me.

I could tough it out, wait for my body to heal.

Nox, though, had her own plans.

I saw the spark of heat just below the concern.

Before I could suss out her intention, she was lowering herself down to her knees before me.

At first, I thought she might just be trying to free my ankles so I could sit.

But then her hands were sliding across the front of my pants, heading toward my button and zipper.

Mine , the voice snarled even as desire surged through my system, making my cock thick and straining in a matter of seconds.

By the time she had my pants opened and was reaching inside, I was rock-hard, my balls aching with the need for release.

Nox’s gaze stayed on mine as her hand slipped into my pants and closed around my cock.

The way she sucked in her breath at the feel of me had my cock twitching with need.

She couldn’t keep her gaze on mine then, too curious to see what I was packing.

Which, I had to admit, was more than enough to please her. But maybe a little too much to fit in her mouth. But I was all too happy to watch and feel her try.

A sweet little mewling sound escaped her as her hand automatically tightened around me, then slid down to the base.

Her other hand moved out, gently closing around my balls, fingers massaging lightly as she leaned in.

My breath hissed out as her tongue teased up the bottom of my cock, then traced around the head, lapping up the pre-cum there.

“Fuck, baby,” I groaned, all thoughts of my pain dissipating as her lips slid around the head and sucked me in.

She kept moving down, testing her ability to take me deeper, pausing when her gag reflex engaged. Then fighting past it, taking me deeper.

“Oh, sweetness,” I groaned as my head hit the back of her throat and her fingers gave my balls a tiny little tug.

I damn near came right then and there.

But I wanted to feel everything she had to offer before I gave in to that need.

“You’re taking me so deep,” I said as she moved up, then all the way back down again.

Nox moaned around my cock. Like she was enjoying this just as much as I was.

I could smell her desire, that sweet, secret scent of hers.

Mine .

She would be. Mine. Every fucking inch of her.

Just not yet.

Right now, I was going to enjoy the way she worked me faster and harder, swallowing back the taste of me, working me with her mouth and hands. And all the while, I could sense her own desire growing, pooling, damn near enough to be fucking dripping down her legs.

But all she cared about right then was getting me off.

“Fuck,” I groaned, arms yanking at my shackles, wanting to touch her, to sink my fingers into her silky hair, to grab the back of her head, holding her flush against my body, her throat clenching around me as I came down her throat.

Seeming to sense that need, she took me all the way down just as I came, dripping down her throat, that strange, primal part of me reveling in the idea of my come inside of her.

She worked me for a moment afterward, making sure she got every drop of come out of me before she slowly moved back up and let my cock slip out from between her lips with a pop.

When she glanced up at me, her eyes were pools of desire. Little tears had slipped down her cheeks from gagging, but she didn’t reach up to wipe them away.

“Take off my chains,” I demanded, my voice rough. “Now, sweetness.”

She reached out automatically, releasing my ankles, then getting to her feet to free my wrists.

Before she had any idea of my intentions, I grabbed her, slammed her back against the wall, yanked down her pants and panties, and buried my face in her sweet, wet pussy.

Mine mine mine.

A ragged moan escaped her as my tongue slid up and around her clit.

Her hips rocked restlessly, trying to get relief as my tongue flicked at her clit, teasing, not quite giving her what she needed.

“Daemon, please,” she whimpered, her hand grabbing the back of my head, holding me against her. As if I had any intentions of stopping before she was panting and trembling.

My hand slid up her inner thigh before I slipped two of my fingers inside her tight pussy, feeling her walls clench around them as a low moan escaped her.

She was so needy, so close already.

Twisting my fingers, I started to stroke them against her top wall, getting fast, frantic whimpers out of her as I drove her relentlessly toward the edge.

Then, with a choked moan, she came, her pussy spasming, her legs shaking.

I kept working her through it, dragging it out for all it was worth. Until she was quite literally too weak-kneed to stand, leaving her sliding down the wall.

Then there she was in front of me, panting, eyes hazy, cheeks flushed.

I raised my hand, slipping my fingers into my mouth to get one last taste of her.

The movement had a needy little whimper escaping her already.

“You were supposed to be healing,” she said, taking slow, deep breaths.

“Feeling a lot better now,” I assured her.

I did, too.

Damn near healed, even the deepest of wounds and the most complex of breaks.

She looked a little better, too. There was some color in her face. The bruises under her eyes didn’t look as intense.

Maybe orgasms helped her regain some of her life force.

I wouldn’t pretend to know anything about demigods and what kept them going, but if coming helped, I was happy to be her orgasm dealer.

“Ready to go tiptoe around some bears?” I asked.

“Gods, no,” she said.

“Don’t worry, I won’t let them nibble you. That’s my job now,” I added with a smile as I pulled her back to her feet. She brought her pants back up with her, then took a long, deep breath.

We said nothing as we made our way out of the cellar. The party inside the estate sounded more subdued than usual, so neither of us spoke as we inched away from the house and toward the woods.

Reaching down, I grabbed Nox’s hand, slipping my fingers between hers, silently directing her toward the cave.

“What is it?” I asked, feeling her stiffening, her head cocked to the side and brows pinched.

“I don’t know. You don’t… feel that?”

“What am I supposed to be feeling?” I asked.

“It’s hard to explain. It’s… a pulsing. You know how when you listen to music loudly enough, you feel it in your feet? In the walls?”

“Yeah,” I agreed. “But I don’t feel that.” But I wasn’t part god. It made a lot of sense that she might sense things that I couldn’t. “Where does it feel like it’s coming from?”

She sucked in a deep breath, glancing over at me.

“The cave.”

“That cave?” I asked, nodding toward the one with the snoozing bears. I swear I could practically hear them snoring from here.

“Yes. You didn’t feel it when you went in?”

“No. Nothing. But I trust you. We should check it out. Go deeper than I did.”

“Okay.”

“Alright, hop on,” I said, turning and dropping down to a squat.

“What?”

“Hop on. You’re gonna piggyback it until we are past the bears. Don’t want you accidentally stepping on a paw.”

“Oh, ah, alright. I guess,” she said, stepping closer, then tentatively reaching around my neck.

The second I felt her leg hook around me, I reached back, grabbing her thighs, hauling her up, then starting to walk.

She was stiff for a minute or two. Then, slowly but surely, she melted into me, her head resting against my back, her heartbeat a steady thrum against me.

The beginning of the cave yawned open before us, the air dipping several degrees. Nox curled tighter around me, trying to snuggle closer to my warmth as I walked deeper.

The bears were nestled past the first curve, their two massive bodies huddled close.

I stepped past them, body tense, worried they might startle and we’d have to run for our lives.

As soon as we were past them, I could feel Nox release her held breath.

“This is about as far as I got last time,” I whispered to her, still aware of the bonded bears. “But it looks like it goes deeper.”

It, in fact, went a lot fucking deeper.

“You alright?” I asked, feeling Nox getting tense.

“You don’t hear it?”

“The pulsing?”

“No. I mean, yes. That’s still here. But the noise.”

I was pretty sure I heard bats. But I was equally sure that wasn’t what she meant.

“What does it sound like?”

“I don’t know. It’s… awful. Like something is piercing my eardrums. High-pitched, I guess.”

“Is it new?”

“A little bit after the bears, I noticed it. It’s gotten worse the further we’ve gone.”

“Do you want to turn back?”

“I want to know what’s creating it.”

“Okay,” I agreed, starting to walk again.

“I can walk,” she said.

“Nope.”

“But—“

“It’s cold in here. You gotta stay close to stay warm.”

She didn’t object to that.

At least, not until we got to the deepest part of the cave.

Her body dropped from me, her hands pressed hard to her ears, her eyes huge as she looked at what was in front of us.