Chapter 15 Satan’s Touch
SATAN’S TOUCH
ALEXIS: THREE DAYS LATER (POST-HEALING COMA)
“I watch you.” Satan’s breath whispered tantalizingly against the shell of my ear. “Every … single … night.”
The sleep world was fading into reality, but I kept my eyes shut.
“That’s,” I whispered, “not healthy.” I squirmed deeper into the cozy warmth.
Fingers tangled in the curls at the base of my skull, pulling my head back.
“Fuck healthy,” the guttural voice rasped. “I fantasize about—” lips pressed against my jaw “—ruining you so thoroughly that you forget your own name.”
Butterflies fluttered in my stomach.
“I want to chain you to my side. I want to punish you for driving me crazy. I want to show you just how much you mean to me … body and soul. Do you know what that’s like?”
I do.
One hand yanked my head back further as his other wrapped around my hip, pinning me in place.
A masculine groan vibrated, desperate and needy, the tortured sound of a ravenous man.
Goose bumps pebbled, heat pooling between my legs.
“You’re going to obey me,” Satan ordered as he kissed my jaw.
“I won’t,” I whispered back, eyes still squeezed shut.
The hand in my hair tugged. “You will obey.” The hot mouth trailed lower to my neck.
I shivered with delight.
“No,” I panted.
Satan sucked against the column of my throat, just hard enough to leave marks.
My face flushed. The fever was spreading.
He held me tighter, breathing roughly, like he was losing all control, and the scent of a rainstorm filled my nose.
A silky-smooth male voice echoed from across the room. “Fuck, she likes that. Don’t stop.”
My stomach dipped with heat.
Satan lifted his hips, rigid heat pressing flush against me.
He kissed my neck hard, sucking my skin between his teeth, then gently peppering the abused flesh with delicate kisses, as if in apology.
I fisted the sheets, back bowing with pleasure.
You’re in grave danger.
Sticky warmth dribbled as velvety hardness pressed against my upper thigh.
“Mine,” he whispered hoarsely as he kissed my collarbone.
The fever stoked higher as fingernails trailed across my stomach, flesh burning in their wake.
“Wake up, carissima,” Satan ordered harshly as he sucked my nipple into his mouth. I shifted—there were bandages wrapped around my entire torso, everywhere but my breasts.
Pain twinged in my back, but I ignored it as heat streaked straight to my core. I peeked through my lashes.
Muted candlelight highlighted his strikingly refined features, as Kharon hovered above me, glacier eyes hooded, ink rippling as he swallowed.
His hips rolled, the length of his hardness pressing against me like a brand.
I whimpered.
“Hello, princess.” Kharon tangled his hand deeper into my curls, pulling my head back.
“Hello.” I tangled my hands in his short silky hair. “Karen.”
He stilled, blue veins standing out against his pale skin.
Skeleton-tattooed fingers reached up and gripped my chin—Kharon slammed his mouth against mine, tongue diving deep.
He kissed me like he was punishing me. Does he have an oral fixation?
I yanked at his hair and arched my back off the bed, whimpering as my nipples dragged across the scarred ridges of his chest.
My back twinged at the movement; a mostly healed wound pulled.
I ignored the pain.
Kharon groaned, calloused hands trailing from my face down to my neck, dancing across my chest.
His touch was reverent.
The flush spread lower, my core pulsing.
He palmed my breast, his hand covering it as he tweaked my nipple with his thumb—I whimpered, dragging my nails across his scalp and rolling so our bodies were flush together—velvety hardness settled between my legs, stiff against my dripping core.
“Do that again,” Augustus ordered across the room. “She likes it.”
Kharon obeyed.
I threw my head back with a moan.
“You’re mine.” Kharon swore, hips jerking.
“Good girl,” Augustus praised. “You’re so responsive.”
Wetness pooled between my thighs.
“Alexis,” Kharon said darkly, his voice scratchy.
“Yes?” I asked, licking my cracked lips, my voice still hoarse from screaming. I tugged on his silky hair.
Memories of shrieking Titans, claws through flesh, and sobbing people played at the edge of my subconscious as I kissed his shockingly soft lips, chasing the thoughts away with pleasure.
Our tongues tangled.
Powerful thighs flexed beneath me as his legs spread wider.
“You’re going to take me,” Kharon ordered.
My toes curled at the deepening register of his rough voice.
“I’m going to fuck you so hard—you’ll crave it for the rest of your life.”
“Mmm-hmm,” I sighed into his mouth, my hands trailing down over his chest. Lower. Ridges trembled as abdominal muscles clenched under my touch.
I peeked through my lashes.
The mellow candlelight danced across smoldering blue eyes, pale edges, and messy black hair. Kharon stared at me hungrily, burying his hand deeper in my curls.
His dick was pressed fully against the length of my core, and if either of us shifted, he’d be inside me.
Sweat streaked down my chest.
“What are you going to do—Karen?” I taunted, lust making me bold.
His eyes flashed. “You’re not the one in charge here, princess.”
I pressed my thighs together.
We both groaned as his velvety hardness slipped lower, closer to my entrance.
I smirked.
Kharon clenched his jaw and flexed his hips—his cock slid slowly through the folds of my heat.
A spasm fluttered and I bit down on my lower lip, face flushing.
He looked smug.
I tightened my thighs again, and Kharon’s features sharpened, blood pooling in the whites of his eyes as he activated his powers.
His emotions slammed into me—fuck her for hours, consume her, going to tie her to the bed, destroy her, need to be inside of her.
Masculine pleasure joined mine, sensations exploding through my skin, as every hair on my body rose. Sweat beaded and the fever became an inferno.
Augustus made a harsh sound, his eyes hooded with lust as he watched us from the end of the bed.
“Can you feel how hard his cock is for you?” His silky voice had a biting edge.
Kharon panted, his jaw clenching like it was taking all his self-control not to push himself inside of me.
“Alexis—answer me,” Augustus ordered.
“Yes,” I whispered, sparks dancing in my vision as my fingers sprawled across Kharon’s scarred chest.
“Good girl,” Augustus drawled. “So obedient. So perfect for us.”
His praise washed over me, head spinning, everything becoming hazy.
Kharon dragged his blunt tip through my folds.
We both gasped.
“Tease her clit,” Augustus demanded.
Reaching his hand between our bodies, Kharon grabbed the base of his dick and dragged it back and forth over the sensitive bundle of nerves.
I closed my eyes and tipped my head back, nails digging into his flesh, as pleasure mounted in white-hot waves. I clenched around nothing, desperate for more.
“Look at me,” Kharon said harshly. “Look me in the eyes as your pretty cunt gushes all over my cock.”
He pushed the tip down, hovering in front of my entrance.
I stopped breathing.
“No,” Augustus said as he sauntered around the bed and stopped beside me. “You’ve both been in a healing coma for three days. She’s too injured for that. Not right now.”
He couldn’t have said something earlier?
Kharon groaned, face twisting, but he pulled his hips away.
I barely stopped myself from reaching for him.
Augustus leaned down, eyes hooded. He made a finger gun with his thumb and two fingers—then lowered it between my thighs.
His thumb made circular motions around my clit while his two fingers slid inside, stretching as he pumped.
Kharon leaned forward and kissed my lips. “You like that?” he whispered against my mouth as Augustus thrust his fingers inside me faster.
Nodding, I saw stars as Augustus bent the tips of his fingers just so, rubbing a sensitive spot deep inside of me.
“Come for us,” Kharon ordered as he kissed me. “Now.”
Augustus pressed on my clit, and I bowed my back—flutters pulsed through me in crashing waves as I came on his fingers.
Augustus held my gaze, working his fingers in me as he wrung out the surges of ecstasy.
Slowly Augustus pulled his hand out of me, then he brought his glistening fingers up; Kharon leaned forward and licked them.
I shivered as both of them stared at me with hungry, greedy eyes.
Aftershocks waned as the glow of my orgasm abated.
Kharon rose with a lazy smirk and climbed off the bed, unbothered by his nakedness. Scarred skin stretched across chiseled sinew; a skeleton sleeve was stark against his pale skin.
My gaze traveled lower.
I inhaled swiftly.
There’s no way that’s fitting inside of me.
The pink tip of his weeping cock bobbed against the V of his Adonis belt.
Kharon moved his head quickly, and winced with pain.
He tried to hide it, but it was too late, and dread replaced the heat of arousal.
The dim candlelight illuminated the white bandages covering the side of his head.
Dark spots danced in my vision, and I couldn’t breathe—there was a new crushing pressure inside my chest, pinning me to the bed.
Memories played—Kharon kneeled over me in the pouring rain, his eyes flashing with incandescent fury. He lifted a knife past his cheek, held my gaze, and … sliced.
“You …” I pointed with a shaking finger to the side of his head.
Kharon smirked casually. “Yes, I gave you my ear. It’s not a big deal.”
My jaw clicked as it opened and closed.
“My l-left ear,” I breathed out with horror.
My vision went black.
He’d sewed his ear onto the side of my head that had irreversible internal damage. The side that was deaf.
“What have you done?”
Covering my face, I burst into tears.
“It’s really not a big deal.” Kharon’s voice was laced with confusion. “You needed an ear, and I had one. It’s an old Spartan tradition, and I like …” He cleared his throat. “I like that I could give you a piece of myself. It’s an apology for how we trapped you in marriage—acta non verba.”
I sobbed harder.
Deeds, not words.
“Deep breaths. You’re okay,” Nyx hissed from where Fluffy Jr. was lying on the floor. She slithered onto the bed, invisible scales wrapping around my waist. “Don’t blame yourself—it’s not your fault he’s an idiot.”
My heart cracked with regret, because I should have stopped him. I should have said something.
Kharon wouldn’t have done it if he’d known I was partially deaf. No one in their right mind would have.
“Please … don’t cry.” Kharon crawled onto the bed and kneeled beside me, his face twisting with panic.
Augustus gently pushed curls off my forehead.
I sniffled, gasping for air, as I wiped at my nose and gathered my courage.
Taking a deep breath, I looked straight into Kharon’s eyes.
“My left ear was …”
“Your left ear was—what?” His brows furrowed.
Augustus kept gently stroking my hair away from my face.
I closed my eyes.
“I’m partially deaf,” I blurted, ripping the bandage off. “Your sacrifice was useless—I can’t hear out of this ear anyway.”
Augustus’s hand stilled on the top of my head.
It was dead silent.
I peeked open my eyes sheepishly.
Kharon’s face was swathed in shadows, a vein in his forehead pulsing, and Augustus was frozen, a bronze statue of harsh lines.
Suffocating silence stretched.
“How?” Augustus asked with deadly calm.
I shrugged, desperate to break the tension. “It was just some physical damage, not a big deal at—”
“Who?” Augustus cut me off. “Who did it?”
“That’s n-not the point.” I took another deep steadying breath and focused on Kharon. “You shouldn’t have given me your ear. It’s a waste.”
Kharon closed his eyes, dark eyelashes fanning across sharp cheekbones; Augustus’s hand curled, nails scraping against my scalp.
“Who … did this to you?” Kharon asked. “I want a name.”
“I misspoke … I fell … and injured myself.”
Augustus clenched his jaw.
Kharon smiled, a hateful expression. “You’re a shit liar.”
“I’m not lying.”
They both glowered at me.
I rolled my eyes.
Their fury mounted and I couldn’t hold back an inappropriate, watery laugh.
“What’s so funny?” Kharon asked with confusion.
Oh.
Out of nowhere, the truth hit me. “I’m not afraid of you two anymore.”
Augustus grimaced. “My carus, Sparta is a violent place, and we’re … not good men. You don’t know what we’re capable of.”
Yes, I do.
Kharon’s face twisted with pity.
My laughter died, replaced with indignation.
“Maybe,” I said, “you two don’t know what I’m capable of.”