Chapter 6
CHAPTER SIX
NOVA
The serrated edge of my knife tears through the skin of his shoulder. Izoran groans against my pussy, his tongue lapping at my clit.
“Do it again,” he commands.
My grip on the knife loosens, blood dripping from the tip onto the hard dirt. He’s bleeding heavily, the gash ripping through multiple layers of tissue until it hit the white bone of his shoulder blade.
“What?” I wind my other hand through his hair and try to pull him away from my aching core, but he refuses to move.
“Flay me if you want. The pain only makes your cunt taste sweeter.”
Lips parting, I stare down at the wound. It’s already healing, but it’s gruesome. Isn’t the pain excruciating?
I lift the knife and stab this time, embedding it in his other shoulder.
He hisses and brings a hand up, sucking a finger into his mouth.
Then he slides it through my wetness until he can work it slowly into my pussy.
The intrusion is uncomfortable; I’m not used to anything being inside me, but he refuses to move away.
They told me this would happen—that they’d own my body if I was caught—but I thought I could fight back.
How am I supposed to fight when he wants me to hurt him?
Ripping out the knife, the serrated blade tears at his flesh. His finger pushes deeper as his moan vibrates against me. There isn’t so much as a flinch from him at the removal of the blade.
My teeth sink into my bottom lip as the discomfort of his finger slowly morphs to pleasure. It shouldn’t feel this good to be pinned up against the rough bark of a tree with a demon kneeling at my feet. My goal is to escape, but my hand in his hair isn’t pushing him away anymore.
It’s pulling him closer, desperate for him to bring me the release that’s taunting me from just out of reach.
His tongue works magic as I carve more wounds into his back and shoulders. I hope that maybe the sight of all that blood will turn me off and banish the arousal.
It doesn’t.
A sick, twisted part of me loves how he focuses wholeheartedly on making me feel good, while basking in his own pain. I carve a heart shape on his back and move my other hand to hold one of his horns, grinding down on his face.
Izoran groans as I use him, holding me tight enough that I can’t get away. I’m only allowed to move closer, to take more of his tongue, not less. He’s not going to let me escape.
He wants me too badly.
I shouldn’t be enjoying the attention or getting off on how much pain I can give him. I should be fighting, thrashing, cursing him out for touching me, even though I technically gave them permission when I agreed to this sick game.
I don’t want to like his touch.
But there’s tension in my core, the sensation building by the second as he fucks me with that single finger, kissing and licking and sucking at my clit. I haven’t felt this in years, and only ever by my own hand before, but I know where my body is heading. He’s going to make me come.
There’s no way I can stop him.
My weapon means nothing. Tearing the blade across his skin only makes his groans vibrate across that sensitive part of me. He gets off on the pain, and I’m desperate for more of his pleasure.
Dragging the knife down from his shoulders, I press it against his throat. I don’t know how close I am to puncturing the skin—maybe I already am, I can’t see. It forces him to look up with half-lidded eyes, his lips wet with me.
“Go on.” He curls his finger until I’m forced to let out a breathy moan. “Slit my throat, if that’s what gets you off.”
“It’s not—”
“I won’t tell if you won’t. You like hurting me, Fire. There’s more demon in you than you think.” He gives me that smirk that makes me want to punch him in the face. “By dawn, you’ll have even more demon in you. More than you thought possible, if you get what I’m saying.”
I slice. Only to shut him up, because his innuendo is obvious—and not going to fucking happen. I’m playing to earn my freedom.
Not to get stuffed full of demon dick.
His blood spurts, coating my inner thighs in the thick substance. He coughs once, spits blood on the ground, and buries his face back between my legs.
He’s impossible to kill. Impossible to phase.
I know he’s feeling pain, because when I made some of the particularly brutal cuts, I saw him wince. Izoran just… doesn’t care.
I break, the torture of his tongue too much to bear. A full-body shudder rolls over me and my pussy spasms, trying to trap his finger inside me. Iz groans, sucking harder at my clit.
Whining, I shove at his horn, trying to push him back. He’s taken his prize, and I don’t have anything more to give—I’m too sensitive for him to keep touching me like this.
He’s immobile against my attempts to move him, his gaze darting up to meet mine. “You can’t get rid of me yet, that was only the first one.”
“First one?”
“Our queen needs at least three.”
I gasp as he renews his efforts, and I can’t push him away anymore. My body melts like butter against the tree trunk. I’m trembling, and I hate that his hold on me is the only thing keeping me from collapsing.
He’s quick to bring me to the peak again, the sensations washing over me in a weaker second wave, like a mini orgasm. And he wasn’t kidding about forcing at least three from me. Izoran’s hot tongue doesn’t leave my pussy, and he adds a second finger to stretch me open.
“I can’t.” I try to push his shoulder away with the tip of the knife this time, my grip weak.
“You will.”
Iz sits back on his heels, peering up at me with my juices glistening on his face. Still fucking me with two fingers, he brings his thumb up to rub my clit. I bite my lip, completely incapable of stifling my moans.
I’ve never made myself come like this before. I never imagined the first one to eat me out would be a demon, one who has to be careful of his fangs. What happens if he bites me? I guess his saliva will instantly heal the wound, even faster than his own wounds are healing.
This time it’s a slow build, my body wrung out and exhausted. He watches my expression and my trembling, and I know I must look like a slutty mess. I agreed to my fate when I made this bargain, but I didn’t think it would feel so good. I didn’t imagine I would like it.
But I do.
God, I’m liking it way too much. The arousal buzzing in my brain is making me have stupid thoughts about whether they’ll all treat me this way when they catch me. If this is their plan, maybe I want to be caught… at least temporarily.
“Give me one more, Fire,” Izoran says huskily, leaning in to bring his mouth back to my core again. “Then you can have a break.”
One more might ruin me, leave me unable to speak or walk or even breathe, but he’s not giving me a choice. He fucks me with his fingers and his tongue until I’m releasing a feral cry into the quiet night, my body convulsing with the force of the desire.
He’s the only reason I stay on my feet. I grab his shoulders to stop myself from slumping to one side. I’m dragging in frantic inhales as I come down, my chest heaving. Goosebumps pebble my bare legs, the cold finally getting to me in the aftermath.
When Izoran stands, my arms stay slung over his shoulders. He’s taller than me, so I have to tilt my head back to meet his eyes. It’s a miracle I haven’t dropped my knife, but apparently the weapon was never going to do much for me anyway.
“I hate you,” I whisper, wishing it were true.
He laughs, brushing a strand of sweat-damp hair from my cheek. “Do you? I just gave you the most pleasure you’ve ever felt in your life, didn’t I?”
“But I never wanted that.”
Another laugh comes from behind Iz, throatier and lower in timbre. “You didn’t want to come until you saw stars?” Lorcan asks. He stalks into the clearing, a predatory grace to his movements.
I knew he had to be nearby. From the prominent bulge in his pants, he must have been close enough to watch—or at least listen. Although everyone in a mile radius could probably hear me.
“It’s my turn with you now. I’ll give you something you really don’t want,” he promises.
A spark of fear rushes through me, and I can’t even run. When Izoran steps back to make room for his twin, my legs give out beneath me like I’m a new baby deer. Lorcan catches me, but not as nicely as his brother had.
He uses a rough grip on my throat to pin me up against the tree.
I have half a thought to defend myself, to use the weapon that barely works on demons, but I’m not able to do more than lift it in his direction. He catches my wrist and squeezes it until I drop the knife, the bloodied blade landing in the mess of leaves and branches.
“Is that how you’re hoping to win?” he asks. “Cute, that you thought you’d be able to kill a demon.”
It’s impossible to breathe with his grip on my throat, but I make sure to glare at him.
Obviously, I know it’s a long shot, but I could still manage it. He doesn’t know about the other knives I have stuffed in my pockets, waiting for the right moment to be used.
“She gave it a really good try.” Iz rubs at the wounds on his shoulders. They’re knitting themselves shut, slowly but surely. He’s made himself comfortable seated against a nearby tree trunk. “I thought I might die of ecstasy at one point.”
I try to bring my leg up to knee Lorcan in the groin, but he stops me with a growl. His grip on my throat tightens until my vision goes spotty, my brain protesting against the lack of oxygen. Thrashing in his hold, I bring my free hand up to grab at his arm.
He needs to let me go.
I can’t… I can’t breathe.
A switch flips inside me, sending me into full survival mode. I scratch at his arm like a feral cat, scraping myself on the rough tree bark.
If I pass out, it’s over. They’ll take me down to the Underworld with them and I’ll lose before I really had a chance to win.
But when my body slumps, Lorcan loosens his grip. I’m woozy as I come back, blinking rapidly, and I have to clutch at him so I don’t topple to the blood-soaked ground. He leans in close, his sharp canines flashing in the low light.
In my heady state I let my eyelids flutter shut, wondering if he’s going to kiss me.
He doesn’t, but he nips at the lobe of my ear. I whine, my brain so lost in the aftermath of the orgasms that I tip my head to the side, giving him more space to tease the sensitive area.
I only realize what’s happening when his next nip breaks the skin, the pain waking up my rational mind.
I jerk my head to the side. “Get off of me!”
Lorcan chuckles roughly, pressing closer instead of pulling away. I can feel the length of his cock against my stomach, hard and thick. My mind fights, but my body is reacting to him like he’s an aphrodisiac.
Fucking demons.
“This is what you agreed to, remember. You’ve been caught, so I get to have my way with you.”
“Not if I can get away.”
“You can’t. Or have you not been trying? Go on, little human, give it your best shot.”
I can’t reach my original knife—it’s on the ground, and too close to where Izoran sits. The ones in my pockets I can reach, though.
But I’ll need to make it count.
Where should I stab him for maximum damage? Enough that I might be able to escape his oppressive embrace and run?
His crotch or his throat, I think.
Squirming in his grip, I create some distance between our bodies while fishing for one of the knives in my pocket. It’s a struggle to remove it from the sheath with only one hand, but soon I can feel the flat of the cold metal blade beneath my thumb.
My heart races. Lorcan is more interested in smirking at me like he’s already won, so I might have a chance.
I bring the knife out and in one quick motion, aim to stab at his groin.