Page 12 of Deal with the Devil

A delicious shiver ran down her body and he could feel her nipples harden against him.Fucking Dragon’s Breath!He captured her mouth, walking her back into the door frame of the closet. She scrambled to grab ahold of him, any piece of him, as she moaned against his lips. Their teeth clinked. Their tongues pressed together. Their moans were intertwined. He grabbed ahold of her other cheek with his free hand.Perfect, so fucking perfect.Kissing her was easy. He could drown in her kiss, easily and completely, he enjoyed the suffocation. Like he was the one wearing a belt as a necklace, he panted for air. Over and over, till he could stand it no longer, he ground himself against her. Pre-cum and delight smeared both of their bellies as his cock was caught between them.

Finally, he ripped away, leading her by herleashto the bed. He twirled her to the top of it and hoisted her onto the comforter with a flick of the wrist. She bounced over the fabric before he grabbed ahold of her ankle. He trapped her leg in a vice grip, his other fist holding onto her reins. Starting from her ankles, he kissed down along her calf to her knee. He groaned and bit down into her flesh as she traced the seam of his legs with her free foot. Brushing her toes against the sensitive flesh on the inside of his thighs, she made maddening paths along his skin. Knox left mark after mark before finding himself bent over at the waist.

He let her scramble back, losing his hold on her leash until he was comfortably knelt between her thighs. She sighed, “Fuck, I didn’t think you were actually going to…”

Knox chuckled against her inner thigh, nipping it swiftly. Her hips bucked. She planted her feet firmly to the bed beside him. He’d given up holding onto the leather so he could fully dive between her thick thighs. She smelled of soap and desire. “I’m a man of my word.”

“Just like a contract demon,” she gasped for air as he bit onto one of her slick lips.

“I’m not a contract demon, I’m a demon who makes contracts,” He corrected shortly before pressing the flat of his tongue against her pussy.His powers weren’t tied in contracts, in sales, in exchange. Knox moaned against her cunt and he tugged her open with his thumbs, spreading her like a buffet. Her sweet fingers fisted his hair betwixt his horns. It sent shivers down his spine, his cock pulsing at his hips. Sucking on her clit, he demanded more from her. She gave it. Crying out, yelping his name, shoving his face harder into her cunt, she gave him everything. Every drop of her, every piece of her delight, her darkest desires; she dropped it in his hands.

Knox lapped at her harder and faster, wringing her delight from her.He’s not a contract demon.She curled her toes into the blanket.He’s much, much worse.Her fingernails cut through his scalp like papercuts.A fiend who feeds off fear, a demon whose power is the prestige of his name.Amelia broke like a glass vase, shattering around him.He is the devil he made himself.Lapping up every drop of her orgasm, he soaked in her everything.He is the devil they made him.He crawled over her, scooping up her legs. His tail wrapped around her ankles, locking them at the small of his back.He is a devourer and Amelia would be just another person he consumed…His cock sank into her greedily and she grabbed onto his horns.Too bad he’d have to give her back.

Thrusting into her, he took back the strip of leather and tightened it again. Her lips curled up broadly, back arching.Too bad I have to give you back, you perfect little thing.He was a demon that made contracts, and when her contract was up, he’d have to give his pet back. It made his chest ache.

“Knox,” she breathed like divine bells. And Knox fucked her with abandon just to hear the way she called his name. After she broke, leaving her raspy and panting for air, they stared into each others eyes. His hips pistoning into her, her walls clamped around him. She ripped his horns down and their mouths clashed again.

Only the sound of their skin slapping together to be heard as he kissed the ache in his chest away. She gave him everything. He had her, all of her, for the next twenty-two hours and he swore not to waste a moment.

If only his friends felt the same way. Knox, balls deep in Amelia, fucking his way into oblivion, didn’t hear the sound of footsteps in the hall or the murmured, ‘Where is everyone?’

What he did hear was the door rush open and Maevin boldly step inside, “Foxxy Knoxxy, where is everyone—oh my god, that’s a naked woman.”

Knox stopped, glaring at the tall elf loitering in his doorway. “Get. Out.”

“Aye-Aye!” Maevin wheeled on his heel, slamming the door behind him.

Knox rolled his eyes. Thankfully, Maevin burst through seconds before Amelia climaxed. As her walls fluttered around him, he found his own release. Knox groaned, rutting softly as he spilled into her. “Fucking… can’t get a moment of peace around here.”

Amelia slapped hands over her giggling lips. He grunted, draping himself over her. She snickered harder, “That’s not… your boyfriend, is it?”

“Absolutely not,” he shook his head into the comforter. “He’s bad enough as a friend.”

Knox peeled himself back and slipped out from her. He brought her up to a seated position. After a quick release of her collar, he set it on the bedside table for use later.If that’s the one she liked, he’d keep using that one.When he glanced back, she was on her knees. She grinned from ear to ear before immediately jumping to her feet and bouncing once.

He roared with laughter as she bounced around, dripping with his come and breasts bouncing, she gave his mattress a solid four bounces before she clambered to the ground. Knox raced around the bed, scooping her up in his arms. Amelia shrieked, kicking her legs. Until he set her back down and spun her around. He shouldn’t. This was a bad idea. She was only his till the contract ended…then she’d be gone. But his stomach flipped as she tossed her arms around his shoulders and kissed him. Pressing her into one of the four posters, hands roaming her slightly damp skin, he drowned in her again.

Chapter four:

Amelia

Sweatpants on, tank topsecured, Amelia sat in one of the dining room chairs. Knox was pacing the floor on the phone with someone. Maevin sat across from her, eagerly shoveling noodles in red sauce into his face. He spoke through his food before tossing back a heavy swig of red wine. “Swoo, you’re da girl? Huh?”

Amelia snickered, “What have you heard about me?”

“Nuffin’” He swallowed loudly before breaking a long stick of bread. Maevin was a tall elf, the kind of lanky elf that made trees look short. He was blond-headed, green-eyed, pointy eared, and pretty.So fucking pretty. The kind of pretty that obviously got him out of a lot of trouble. For example, bursting in on the boss-slash-best-friend fucking someone on their bed. Knox hardly said a word other than slapping him upside the head and taking the phone from him. Apparently, someone had called. Maevin, having been at the docks for the last three days, had no idea that Knox planned to gut Rick like a fish that day. Had even less of an idea that Knox made a deal with Amelia, in exchange for a full 24hours, that all Rick’s debt be forgiven. “Well, I mean, other than you’re really fuckin’ fast.”

“I would like it to be put on record that he begged me to run so he could chase me.” She crossed her arms defensively over her chest. Knox immediately whipped to her and glared. She beamed brighter.

“I didn’t even know he liked that stuff,” Maevin muttered into his pasta.

“Well, are you fucking him?” Amelia cocked a brow.

Knox tossed an arm out to his side in exasperation, storming further across the room.Still on the phone.

“No, ew.” Maevin scrunched up his face with a layer of revulsion. “We’re like brothers. I like men, but not like him. I need them less…anal retentive?”

Knox slapped him upside the head as he made another pass around the table. Maevin giggled evilly, scooping more pasta into his mouth. Amelia snorted, rolling her eyes.She liked Maevin. The elf was delightfully refreshing in such a serious house. All the staff treated it like the Council Building. As if the forks being on the wrong side of the plate would start a war with the Maylor kingdom. Knox was so intense. In sex and in work, it seemed, she’d seen the many layers of Knox…wait, fuck, she didn’t know his last name.

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