Chapter 10
CHAPTER TEN
NOVA
Brellan turns back around but doesn’t approach. “Take off your clothes.”
“What do I get for doing it?”
He scoffs. “That’s not the deal—you being naked is the condition of me discussing a deal in the first place. Clothes off, and toss them outside the cage.”
I bite my tongue against the retort that wants to come out. I’m testing his patience as it is—no good comes of being sassy when I’m helpless in here. Giving up my dignity is a cost, but I’ve paid it once tonight already.
Shrugging the coat off my shoulders, I shove it through the bars. He picks it up and drapes it over the workbench, watching me with sharp sapphire blue eyes.
Next, I remove my shirt. My boobs are held in a plain sports bra beneath, and I take that off too. He groans low when my breasts fall heavily from the restrictive fabric. Kicking off my shoes, I give them to him, and he sets them aside with the same care he’s given to all my clothing.
I close my eyes and run my thumbs along the waistband of my pants, taking a moment to get used to the idea of being fully naked in front of him.
Nude and caged.
I’ve been a prisoner for so long, you’d think I would be used to it.
I’m not, and this is the only piece of clothing I have left. Izoran stole my underwear, so I’m bare beneath the loose cotton pants.
“We don’t have all night,” Brellan says.
“Can’t I have a fucking second?” I snap, my eyes opening and gaze narrowing on him. “You’re not the one getting naked with someone watching you.”
His fingers go to the laces on his pants, undoing them nimbly so he can shove the fabric down his legs. His cock bobs up, hard and massive—larger than Lorcan, who was already above average length and girth.
The markings on his thighs are more prominent than the ones on his upper half. His skin is blue-grey and on his torso the swirls are a similar hue of grey, but his markings have a gradient that gets darker as it goes lower.
I’m breathless as I trace the patterns with my eyes, across thick thighs until they vanish around the back of his body.
“It’s really not that hard,” Brellan says.
My attention snaps up to his cock. It’s definitely hard. And leaking. What’s he talking about?
He chuckles. “Not that hard to get naked with someone watching, my queen.”
Heat rushes to my cheeks and I force myself to stop staring at him. Clutching the waistband of my pants, I avoid eye contact.
“Try being in a cage,” I mumble.
He crosses his arms over his chest and lifts an eyebrow at me.
“Fine. I’ll stop wasting time.” Not that I was trying to waste time in the first place, but I can see how he might have assumed that.
I have to wiggle around in the small space to get my pants down my legs, but then I’m kneeling bare on the cold metal floor. Brellan takes the rest of my clothes and puts them on the workbench with my coat, then grabs a couple of unfamiliar objects he must have brought in with him.
There’s a thin plastic prop bone with a blunt head, and what looks like a wrapped up stick of butter.
Brellan hands me the bone through the bars of the cage, then the butter. It’s cool to the touch, clearly just pulled from the fridge downstairs. They use it for popcorn at the concession.
I put them down on my thighs, a bad feeling washing over me.
“You’re going to use those to prep your ass for me,” he states.
His tone is so matter-of-fact that it takes a second for it to sink in. Then more heat rises to my cheeks, and I shake my head. “No way.”
“Don’t you want to hear what you get if you do it?”
I sink my teeth into my bottom lip. My head shake is a bit more hesitant this time. “There’s no way I’m going to fuck my ass with a prop and some butter.”
“You’d rather stay in the cage? If you give me your ass, I’ll let you out.”
“That means nothing. You could let me out and then grab me to take me down to the Underworld.”
Brellan’s lips twitch into a ghost of a smile. “You drive a hard bargain. You do as I say, and I’ll give you a weapon and a ten-minute head start on Damek.”
Ten minutes is nothing in the face of a demon, but it has to be getting close to dawn. That head start could be the difference between winning and losing—freedom and a life as the demon king’s captured queen.
I glance down at the bone and butter in my lap, running my fingers along the plastic object. It’s well made, smooth and seamless, and unlikely to hurt me—well, it won’t hurt more than shoving any object up my ass would. And even the rounded head is slimmer than Brellan’s cock.
Part of me would rather him just shove his massive length inside me. At least I wouldn’t have to debase myself by putting on a show for him. I know he won’t accept that offer. Doing as I’m told is part of the punishment for being caught and the payment for my prize.
Taking him up on it is my only choice, unless I want to give up now.
“I hate every single one of you, especially your fucking king,” I say.
“We need a queen who hates strongly and fights fiercely.”
“I think anyone would hate you after being put through this.”
“Not with as much intensity as you do. Does this mean you’re accepting the offer?”
I open the butter wrapper and place it on the floor beside me. Then I spin so my ass faces him and brace myself on the bars, the bone rattling against the metal as I hold it. Sliding a finger through the chilled butter, I gather up some of the oil and reach back to rub it over my hole.
“You let me out of the cage, and I get a ten-minute head start and a weapon,” I repeat his terms. “We have a deal.”
I probe one finger at my hole, shivering when Brellan groans roughly. I doubt this is going to bring me the trembling pleasure that the twins gave me, but my pleasure isn’t the point. The point is winning, and this is the only way I have a chance.
The first finger slides inside me easily enough, my back arching so I can reach. I pump it a few times, the butter smoothing the glide, before pressing another finger against the resistance.
“More butter,” Brellan commands.
He’s right, so I listen. This time I get a healthy dollop on my fingers and push some inside my hole, spreading the rest around. As it melts, I feel it slide down my lower lips and inner thighs.
The second finger isn’t as easy to push inside me.
There’s a stretching sensation, but it’s not uncomfortable.
I should be taking my time, dragging this out to get closer to dawn, but having him watching makes all my movements stiff.
I want to get to the part where he’s an active participant, even if that means I have to take his massive cock in my underprepared hole.
When I tease the third finger at my entrance after barely pumping myself full of two, Brellan clears his throat. “It’s going to hurt if you don’t slow down.”
What does he care?
I ignore him, trying to force three fingers despite a faint burn starting up. He reaches through the bars to grab my wrist with a growl. “I won’t honour the bargain if you hurt yourself.”
Looking over my shoulder, I glare. “I’d rather get the degrading part over with.”
He moves my hand until my fingers slide free, and I’m empty once again. Then he scoops some butter up himself and slams one finger as far as it’ll go inside me. I jerk forward, letting out a stilted moan.
“I’ll do this part, then. Properly. But you lost five minutes off your head start.”
“You can’t fucking do that!”
“I just did.”
Brellan finger fucks my ass with more force than I was, but somehow instead of being more uncomfortable, there’s a curl of pleasure building in my core. My indignation is lost to my groans and whines as he works me open, one thick finger at a time.
Lost time or not, this is a thousand times better than when I was doing it to myself.
He scissors his fingers to open my hole gradually before adding the next, until he’s three deep and their girth can’t be much less than the thick head of the fake bone.
Tension holds tight in my core, the stimulation of my ass not enough to bring me to a peak but more than enough to make me want one.
Switching the bone to my other hand, I reach down with my clean, butter free digits to swirl my fingers around my clit.
“Damek was right about you being our perfect queen. No hesitation in taking what you want.”
My cheeks heat. In the flickering candlelight, I can just barely see precum glistening on the tip of Brellan’s rock hard cock.
He’s groaning along with the slick sounds of his fingers in my ass like he’s struggling not to come from prepping me.
By the time our bargain is complete, we’ll both have gotten what we want.
His fingers pounding into my ass have me shouting my release in no time. Every inch of me convulses. When he sets me free I’m going to be downright wrecked from the pleasure.
I’m still going to have to stumble from this haunted house and run, because the game won’t be over.
I don’t know if my legs will work well enough to save me.
“So fucking beautiful when you come, my queen,” Brellan breathes. He removes his fingers, and I whine at the loss. “You’re ready for the bone.”
I want to ask to skip the bone and go straight to his cock.
The inanimate object doesn’t appeal to me at all—but I’m still pretending his cock doesn’t appeal to me either, so I don’t say a word.
I drag the tip of the bone through the messy, melting stick of butter and bring it back to rub against my hole.
It’s awkward to position it right in the confined space of the cage, but Brellan helps. When the thick head of the bone pushes inside me, I whine. My ass clenches down on the intrusion, making it hard to slide it deeper inside.
I startle when the loud clank of Brellan snapping the padlock and tossing it to the ground rings out. The cage door creaks as it opens and bangs on the bars from the force of his pull.