Chapter 3 #2
“Mating.” I roll the word around on my tongue as he steps toward the bed.
“Yes. You summoned me here. You agreed to be mine. You are my mate. What more do we need for a marriage?”
“A priest?” I suggest, and feel his grip tighten on me.
“No priests,” he growls. “Just you and me. You’re my bride, Eve, now and forever. And nobody will ever take you from me. The ceremony will be you, under me, submitting to my will and my cock.”
“Not the wedding I dreamed of as a little girl, I’ll admit.” I smile into his chest, where a spot is warming under my hand.
“What did you dream of?” he asks, and I’m starting to forget that he isn’t human. I just see Aios as him. As the demon I belong to.
I shrug against his hold as he lowers me to the edge of the bed, and it’s like fabric over clouds, so soft I think I will sink into it like water. But it holds me up as Aios drags his claws through my hair.
I debate if I should tell him the silly dreams of a little girl, but this demon-man seems to care more about me than my own father ever did, so confidence straightens my spine. I lick my lips and answer.
“I dreamed of white fabric and pink bows all around the church. Roses in all the colors like Easter eggs. I would wear the prettiest dress, in white lace up to my neck and down to my toes, with a hundred tiny buttons from my chin to my belly button. And I would get a ring. A pink diamond as big as a gumball.”
His gaze traces my face, my throat, the slip torn and bunched at my waist, cataloging what’s already his.
“Close your eyes.”
I obey. Cold air kisses as a loud swoosh seems to suck the oxygen from my lungs, and I battle to scream, but nothing comes out.
“Don’t be frightened. You can look now.”
Aios stands with his arms wide as I open my eyes and blink. Blink. Blink.
The room is transformed as I flap my hands and chirp in surprise. “It’s—” My mouth hangs open, searching for the right words.
“Perfect.” He reads my mind as the sockets where eyes should be flicker with the same flames that light the fireplace.
“Yes!”
The room glows white. Translucent shimmering fabric in waves down the walls. The overwhelming scent of sweet roses fills my nose, the floor covered in pastel petals and rose buds.
A cool weight spans the base of my ring finger. When I look, the sparkle from the gigantic diamond forces me to blink as it’s brilliance seems to contain a source of light all its own.
I feel the lace on my skin. I’m in the dress of my dreams. I finger the little fabric-covered buttons that line the center of my body, the collar high at my neck, making me feel like a queen.
The weight I felt before returns to my head, only this time, when I raise my hands to check, a cool metal crown is perched there.
“I added the crown, because you are my queen. I want the world and the underworld to know you belong to me. I will protect you, but I will also mark you, inside and out. Your body will know only my touch, from now until eternity.”
I shiver as I drop my eyes to see that his black cock is... breathing. It expands and contracts, the slit at the tip opening and closing like it is drawing in air, panting, inching toward me as I gasp and look up to see Aios shrug.
“He’s impatient.” Aios says on a low chuckle. “Daddy has many surprises as I told you. My cock has a mind of it’s own and he is ready to mark our bride.”
“Is it…” I clear my throat. “Getting bigger?”
Aios nods. “I do not know how big it gets. I’ve never mated before, but my seed will make sure it fits. It will be a struggle.”
“I’m not scared,” I lie as the flesh grows in front of my eyes, the sides growing what looks like barbs covered in black curved bumps, thick vines of what could be veins pulsing and throbbing.
“You should be. Now, lie back, little witch. I’ve given you your dream wedding, but my dream is to tear that pretty dress from my wife’s body and mark you so deeply your bones will be etched with me.”
I sink into the mattress, staring up at a canopy carved with vines and roses. Strange words are burned into the now-white beams in a language I don’t know. The bed dips as he kneels between my thighs.
His hands glide up my legs, ice and heat mixing together with the rough scrape of the skin that covers his gray muscle.
Then I feel a tug, and a loud tearing sound breaks through the storm above, and the glorious dress is in tatters, hanging off my body in strips but the crown stays as though it is part of me now.
I flinch, and his mouth opens, not exactly a smile but as close as bared teeth in a skull can get to looking amused.
“Sorry.” He glides his tongue over his teeth. “You look so beautiful wife.”
I smile. I know I am meant to be his. I don’t care that he is from hell, if that is in fact where he lives. I just want to be with him, carried and protected by this black and gray creature that makes me feel safe.
“You’ll belong to me. Every part of you,” he says, lowering until his breath chills the heat coming from my wetness again. “You will never be harmed again. Never be alone.”
The promise shudders through me, and my hips lift helplessly. “Yes. I don’t ever want to leave you.”
“Good girl. You will take the pleasure from my mouth again, it will soften your human opening.”
He lowers his mouth to me again, his teeth scraping. The bone in which they are lodged is hard, but his tongue, oh Lord, that tongue is so…alive.
It’s light and dark and hot and cold, all twisted together like a strand of pliant wet licorice.
The tiny serpent that lives in his mouth comes out to tickle and torture me until thought dissolves.
Sounds I don’t recognize tear free. The fireplace clicks and flares alive, heat washing over bare skin as if the house wants me warm for him.
When I look up, Aios looks taller, broader, and the cock, oh good gravy, that cock.
He grips it down at the base, stepping back in order to push it downward and line it up with my clenching sex.
He’s so beautiful, I barely notice when the tip presses to my opening and his hand starts to move up and down the shaft, those barbs on the sides snapping up and down as he strokes over them.
“You need to be taken care of,” he groans. “That will be my purpose now.”
Pleasure rips me apart a second time as he lands the tip of his cock in a slap onto my clit, then presses it again to my willing opening, jerking his hand up and down, up and down.
“Look at me.”
I drag my eyes open.
“I’m going to keep you,” he says, as light seems to crackle around us. “I’m going to fill you with my claim. My seed will ease the pain for the first time.”
Watching him pleasure himself has a new tension balling in my belly. His hand slaps up and down, the tip just inside me, and I want more, more, more.
His tongue unfurls again, further this time, reaching all the way down to flick at my tingling nipples, then to dance on my lips as I open my mouth.
“Your little opening is ready. It’s trying to suck all the seed from my balls.
” The flames in his eyes turn black as his head falls back, and he releases a roar to the open sky that has the rain lashing around the room.
Thunder breaks in the sky, lightning flashes all around us, while blazing hot release spurts from his cock.
“Watch as I give you the first taste of what your life will become as my vessel.”
I hum and gasp as it feels like hot, sticky fingers wiggling up inside me, making me desperate and pliant and willing to do anything, anything he wants.
He’s making the most incredible sounds. Grunts and groans rise from his thick chest, and it all feels so amazing. I want something that only he can give me. I imagine that hard mouth sucking on my nipples, those claws pinching and trailing all over my body.
I know what this is. It’s what is called being turned on. I’ve never felt it before, but now that I have, I know I’ll never get enough of what this demon offers.
I close my eyes for a heartbeat, then open them because he told me to watch. He’s still there, storm, shadow, and strength. The thing I called without knowing how.
I asked for this when I bled and spoke old words. I didn’t think anyone would come.
He came. Snort.
Literally.
And he isn’t leaving. Not without me.