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Good girl. The thought grated across his mind unintentionally. She wasn’t going down without a fight, and Arioch found a smile tugging at his bleeding lip in approval. This is going to be fun.
“I’m the closest thing you’ll find to a God down here,” he growled
A shudder ran through them both as her soul shifted through her body and flowed against his lips, cold and harsh, like peppermint. Fuck, she tasted right.
Death’s flower doesn’t belong in the outside world. It belongs in mine.
“You feel good on me.” His voice was black velvet cut by sharp knives, his thumb skirting the edge of a white glyph on his forearm. My soul.
“Tsk, tsk, tsk. Don’t be greedy, little goddess,” he chided. “You’ll get just as much as I want to give you.”
“Don’t hurt yourself.” His voice was husky and thick against her skin. “You’re the one at knifepoint.” She nicked him again, teasing a growl from between his lips. “Do you think I would be if I didn’t want to be?”
“Don’t ever make that mistake.” “What?” “Trusting me.”
“Violence from beautiful creatures,” he said, flourishing his hand and retrieving a needle and thread from somewhere inside his shadows. Then he leaned over, just as he dropped the two things in her small hands, his lips brushing the shell of her ear, “. . . is one of the things I like.”
His little pet’s lack of self-preservation hadn’t been the thing that caught him off guard, not after the last couple of days, but he hadn’t anticipated the death wish she seemed to have. She’d let go of him while he dangled her off a balcony, her eyes bright and pupils wide with excitement. And after all of that, she’d asked to stitch his skin. His skin. How the fuck did a bratty royal from the light realm know how to suture a wound?
Fuck, she looked so soft and pliable, so absolutely Gods damned edible.
Or . . . or he could spread her legs and see just how far he could push the bond between them. Power came with both, and so would the beautiful little sounds and sweet, loud screams he could tease from those pink lips.
You could fuck her out here, and nobody would hear her scream.
He shouldn’t want to reward her, not when she was one of them, but when she rocked her hips back against his length because of his words, the need to talk her onto a new ledge imprinted itself onto his mind.
“I’m the only God you should be concerning yourself with while my fingers are inside of you.” The idea of her begging anyone but him made him fucking feral.
“I’ll do what I please. I’ll dangle you, tie you up, show you off, and then break you, and you’ll thank me with those pretty lips of yours for anything and everything I give you.”
“Open your mouth.” Aheia did, and his hand slipped back to where her jaw met her neck. “More.” And again, she did. He massaged her skin, soothing the ache in her jaw slightly. “We’ll have to work on that range, won’t we?” His lips quirked again, and the smile played in his eyes.
“The knife looks good on you,” he whispered, followed by the soft stroke of his fingers against the outside of her thigh.
“What would you have done?” His eyes snapped up to hers, embers blazing. “Next time I’ll watch you fuck yourself, over and over again, until you’re so tender that it hurts.” He bared his teeth, his arms tightening around her. “I want to see you flush like that all over, I want to see you in pain, Aheia, and then I want to fuck you until you can’t speak—until your legs give out and you’re fucking raw, until you shatter so completely you’re not sure you can pick up the pieces without my help.”
“If you take their names into your mouth again while it’s me between your thighs, I’ll fill every one of your holes with shadows until you can’t breathe, let alone speak.”
“Demon blood can affect certain creatures in different ways,” he said, his chest heaving, his hair looking slightly disheveled. “No need to starve—tell me what you’re hungry for.”
“You’re in luck. I don’t tend to tie up females unless they ask me nicely.”
“I’ll fix what they did,” he said, tilting her chin back, his thumb ghosting across the bottom of her bruised lips.
“We’re all broken, Aheia. It’s what gives us strength. Only the broken can grow.”
“Your sweet little cunt is used to undersized Mithra dick. You’ll break if I fuck you.”
“You take it so well, little goddess,” he groaned, the friction too fucking perfect, too torturous. “So. Fucking. Well.”
This wasn’t enough; fuck it was far from. He needed so much more. He needed everything she was willing to give him. But this hadn’t been about him.
The need to kill the demon in front of her and the need to fuck the demon at her back were equally enticing
She was fucking ruining him, and she didn’t even know it.
It’s what he saw in her because she reflected back exactly how he felt. And for a split second, he thought that just maybe those blue eyes did see him, saw all the dark parts, all the fucked up parts, and didn’t shrink away. Maybe even enjoyed them.
“Ruhí . . . It means my soul.”
