Chapter 7
CHAPTER SEVEN
NOVA
Ahand catches my wrist before I make contact, and I let out a frustrated scream. Iz peers up at me with an apologetic smile, removing the small knife from my grasp and then emptying out my pockets of the rest.
“My twin isn’t a fan of being on the receiving end of pain play,” Iz says. “I just saved you from a real punishment, Fire.”
Lorcan snatches the knife from Izoran and holds it up in front of my face. His eyes are narrowed, all the cockiness gone from his expression. “What a cheap shot,” he hisses.
I glare at him, out of other options. “I’ll do what I have to for my freedom.”
“And I respect that, but I’m also pissed. I was going to go easy on you, but if you can fight like that, I think you can take what I have to give.”
He moves away from me, and without the heat of his body I shiver. It’s worse when he shoves the coat off my shoulders and tears the cotton shirt over my head. I try to stop him from pulling off my sports bra, but it’s no use. He leaves me completely bare.
My nipples harden to points, aching as the cold brushes over them, and a smattering of goosebumps break out over my skin. I was already naked from the waist down from Izoran’s ministrations.
Standing naked in the woods, I’ve never felt more exposed.
Or, strangely enough, more worshipped.
The way they both look at me, with hunger and desire and obsession, large bulges marking their physical need for me, is exhilarating. I don’t try to cover myself up because I don’t want that feeling to end.
Lorcan caresses a hand from my wrist up to my shoulder, then switches our positions so he’s leaning against the tree.
I’m forced down to my knees by his rough shove, branches poking me uncomfortably.
I’m eye level with his crotch, and my throat goes dry when I realize what he’s intending for me to do.
“Hold her arms for me, Iz,” Lorcan instructs.
His twin comes up behind me, grabbing both of my wrists in one hand and holding them behind my back. He dangles a set of handcuffs in front of me with his other.
“Snagged these off some guy wearing a police officer costume while we were waiting outside the pub. I think they’ll be useful,” he says.
Moonlight glints off the silver metal. The prop ones are usually plastic painted to look shiny, but that’s actual metal. “Those look real,” I say.
He chuckles. “Doesn’t matter to me. They’ll free up my hands to touch you.”
Izoran clicks them shut around my wrists. They bite into my skin when I strain to get free, and there’s no give to them at all.
“No escaping now, little human,” Lorcan says.
I give him a fierce look that melts when Izoran’s hands cup my breasts and his thumbs rub my nipples. It’s impossible to wiggle away when he’s holding me from behind and I have almost no leverage.
I’m stuck.
Lorcan’s slim fingers undo his pants, shoving them down his hips and letting his cock bob free. The tip has a bead of precum on it already, betraying how much he’s enjoying this game.
The game where he has me bound and at his mercy, still catching my breath from when he nearly choked me unconscious.
I don’t like the way my core goes tight. I’ll blame my wet inner thighs on how Izoran made me come before.
“Open your mouth,” Lorcan orders.
“I’ll bite it,” I threaten.
His eyes are dark, but the orange of his irises glints as I stare up at him. “Try. See what happens. Or be a good girl and let me fuck your mouth, and I’ll let you go after. You can have a thirty-minute head start to find another hiding place.”
“What about the others? Are they going to honour your head start?”
“They will.”
Do I believe him?
I don’t know if I do, and I certainly shouldn’t.
But he’s made it clear that I’m going to suck his dick either way, so I might as well hedge my bets on getting a prize instead of a punishment.
“Deal. I’ll be nice, and I get a head start.”
I let my jaw drop open, sticking my tongue out and closing my eyes.
He laughs, and I feel his fingers slide along my tongue. They’re rougher than his cock would be, calloused. I suck anyway, trying to prove that I don’t have any biting plans.
“I didn’t tell you to be nice, little human. I told you to be a good girl. Are you going to do that for me?”
Lorcan removes his fingers from my mouth and cups my chin to tilt my head upward. I open my eyes and huff. “Yes. I already said.”
“No, you didn’t. Tell me very specifically what you’re going to do for me, Nova.”
Specifically… it clicks what he wants me to say. Isn’t it enough that I’m going to have to suck his cock when all I want is to stab him? He’s really going to make me degrade myself for him, too?
I stay silent, defiant, and his grip tightens on my chin. His claws poke my cheeks, threatening to pierce the skin.
“You have until I count to three, or the deal is off.”
I’m going to kill him. I swear, I’ll figure it out, and he’s the first one to go.
“One…”
“Fine!” I blurt. “I’ll be a good girl for you.”
His cocky smirk grows, and he winds a hand through my hair. “Open your pretty mouth.”
I do as he orders, and he presses the head of his cock past my lips. When I don’t immediately bite down, he groans. “You are being good.”
I told you I would, and I’m not a liar. It’s impossible to say the words out loud with my mouth full.
Lorcan shifts his hips to push his cock deeper, until it reaches the back of my throat. He tries to go further and I gag, leaning back against Izoran to get some distance.
Iz groans behind me, his fingers pinching my nipple. He hauls me back against him until my head is resting on his chest, and I’m pinned between the twins.
There’s no way for me to back up as Lorcan presses deeper, trying to breach my throat.
I’m completely at their mercy.
Tears stream down my cheeks from the intrusion. I can barely breathe for the second time since being caught, this time for a completely different reason. I whine around his length, fighting against the handcuffs in my desperation to push him away.
He backs off on his own, and I gasp when my mouth is free. Saliva drips down my chin and lands on my bare thighs, and I sniffle. He wipes a thumb across my cheek to gather some of the tears, then sucks it into his mouth.
“Iz, make her come,” he says. “When she’s moaning through her orgasm, I think I’ll be able to get into her tight throat.”
Izoran’s hand slides from my breasts down my stomach to my core. He whistles softly when he feels how wet I am. “Like having your mouth fucked, Fire?” he asks.
I make a vain attempt to elbow him in the chest. “That’s from when you made me come.”
“Sure it is.”
Lorcan presses himself against my lips again, and I open for him with a glare. His cock glides slowly in and out of my mouth while he waits, his posture tense.
I want to stifle every single moan and whine, but it’s impossible. Iz’s fingers glide through my wetness, finding the little bud of pleasure that he’s already abused. I’m oversensitive and his every touch sends a jolt through me, the intensity so much that I try to get away again.
My punishment is the head of Lorcan’s cock trying to press into my throat. He gets further before my body rejects him this time. He pulls his cock out, lifting it and moving so his balls rest on my lips. “Tongue out, little human,” he orders.
I contemplate denying him, but I’m already so deep into this. I can’t give him a reason to take away my reward—I’ve got to be his good girl the way I promised to be.
It doesn’t help that Izoran’s hand between my legs is sending my good sense scattering into the autumn wind. He’s already figured out the best ways to push my buttons and then push them again, and again, and again.
Sticking my tongue out, I lick and suck at Lorcan’s balls as he groans above me. He’s making me into an absolute mess, and I feel like I need to show him some kind of defiance. Something small, innocent, but pointed.
I glance up at him through my lashes as I graze my teeth across his sac, then lick up the length of his cock to swirl my tongue around the head. His fiery gaze meets mine, and when I scrape my teeth against him once more, he growls.
The sound makes my pussy tighten, and Izoran feels it. He chuckles, his chest moving beneath me. “She likes when you growl at her.”
My rebuttal dies before it has a chance to leave my mouth. They know, so why deny it? My body is telling on me, and maybe if they think I’m obsessed with their dicks they’ll go easier on me in this stupid game.
“She likes tempting fate too,” Lorcan says.
I feign a bite to the head of his cock, my teeth barely touching him, and he pulls away, holding me off his length by my hair. Letting my mouth fall open, I stick my tongue out and peer up at him through my lashes. I know what the punishment is for playing with fire.
When his cock slides all the way into my mouth and rams against my throat again, I start to wonder if maybe I like it. Tempting fate, getting punished—all of it.
Or maybe it’s just Izoran’s fingers clouding my judgment.
He’s figured out how to push all my buttons, and he’s playing me like an instrument beneath his hands. I thought the three orgasms he gave me before would wear me out for hours, but it doesn’t seem to matter with him how wrung out I am.
Izoran knows how to make me tremble and scream.
I let out a long, low moan around Lorcan’s cock when the release hits me again, making my vision white and hazy.
As my entire body convulses from the force of the orgasm, Lorcan does what he promised. He holds me still so I can’t jerk away and shoves his cock down my throat.
I can barely breathe, my nose stuffed up and my mouth and throat full of him. Spit drips down my chin and tears stream from my eyes, wetting my cheeks. I’m a mess as he groans and thrusts shallowly with me swallowing around him.
“Knew you could do it, little human,” he grunts, meeting my cloudy gaze. “Your holes are made for us.”
All of them. They’re going to use me up by the end of the night. There are still two others who plan to catch me. I don’t know how I’m going to handle more of this.
Izoran’s hand slides up my body from my core, holding my chin steady for his twin.
He’s been playing with my nipples this whole time, pinching and caressing them.
The handcuffs still bind my wrists, but he’s stopped holding me so tightly against him.
I could probably fight to get Lorcan out of my throat, at least for a small break.
I’m just not sure if I want to.
I’ve gotten so far that I want to know what Lorcan sounds like when he comes. I want to earn my head start, even if it comes at the expense of my dignity.
So, I let them hold me still like a sex doll to be used, Lorcan fucking my throat to bring himself to the edge of release.
“Fuck, she’s good at taking it,” he hisses. “Gonna come.”
He doesn’t try to come while he’s in my throat—I think he knows that would end disastrously from my inexperience. Lorcan pulls out so his cock rests on my tongue, spilling the salty flavour of him as I rush to swallow.
He slides his wet length from my mouth before he’s done, letting the last drips of his release paint my lips and chin. My tongue darts out to lick it up without a thought, and he groans.
“Iz, I can’t believe you didn’t have her make you come. Look at those fucking lips—if I could, I’d taste myself on them.”
“I figure it’s worth the blue balls to wait until I can spill inside her pretty pussy.” Izoran gives a gentle slap to my core.
I blink up at Lorcan, then twist my head to peer at Iz. “Why—” I clear my sore throat. “Why can’t you? Not that I’m offering, but it’s not like you didn’t coerce me into this anyway.”
Izoran is still holding me close, his hands skimming my body like he’s relishing every second before he has to let me go. “There are rules, Fire,” he says. “This isn’t a free for all.”
“Tradition dictates the king has claim to two of his queen’s firsts on the Night of Nuvelia’s Reign. Her first kiss, and the first cock to fill her pussy,” Lorcan continues. “Everything else is fair game for the advisors who will be her consorts.”
I guess that make sense, to an extent. I’m assuming they want me to carry on a royal line—if demons even have babies the normal way. If I’m getting gang-banged by countless consorts, there’s no way to guarantee I’m having the king’s baby.
But is this first cock thing like… guaranteed pregnancy?
Nothing about the demon queen’s role makes much sense to me.
“So, I have three consorts, then?” I ask. “You two and Brellan?”
“And however many others you choose from the dukes in the Underworld. Damek just didn’t want to overwhelm you with all the options, so he kept it to just us for the claiming ritual. We’re the ones who travel with him most often.”
It sounds like there are a hell of a lot more demons waiting in the Underworld who think they have some sort of claim to me. All the more reason to fight to win tonight.
I will not be their queen.
“If Damek manages to bring me down to the Underworld at all, which he won’t,” I say with feigned confidence.
Izoran and Lorcan share matching smirks, but they don’t refute me. Iz snaps the handcuffs off my wrists, and I rub at the reddened skin. Then, I wipe the back of my hand across my face, cleaning up some of the mess Lorcan left behind.
They help me stand on shaky legs. As the sweat dries on my body, the cold bites, and I step back over to my clothes.
I grab my underwear, intending to put them back on first, but they’re snatched from my hand. I turn to a grinning Izoran shoving them into the pocket of his pants. “I didn’t get to come, so I think I deserve a little memento,” he quips.
There’s no energy left in me to argue with him. I only sigh and put on my remaining clothes, pulling on the thick coat last. My fingers and toes are freezing, but I’ll get blood pumping to them again soon.
“You’re going to honour the head start?” I ask.
“We’re all men of honour, little human,” Lorcan says. “Your time starts now. Good luck trying to hide from Brellan. You’ll need it.”
I don’t know what he means or why that sounds like a threat, but I don’t have time to ask. The clock is officially counting down, so there’s only one thing I can do.
I turn my back on the demon twins and run.