Page 24 of Unholy Bond
Something in me snapped. Or maybe fused. I grabbed Levi by the hair and kissed him, hard, biting his lower lip until he gasped. He tasted of salt and sweat. I turned, caught Aziz’s mouth next, and he devoured me, tongue hot and slick, teeth grazing just enough to spark. Ian’s hands slipped down to my shoulders, then lower, fingernails tracing the seams where my new body had been stitched together. I could feel his cock hard against my back, and the knowledge of it made my own blood run hot.
“When I take the throne,” I said, the words coming out deeper, more certain than I’d ever managed before, “you’ll rule beside me. All of you. No more old games, no more making do with scraps. We break it all, we rebuild it on our terms. We make it better. The four of us. Together. I never want to be without you again.”
Aziz made a sound halfway between a growl and a sob. Levi shuddered, pupils blown wide, and Ian tightened his grip, as if afraid I’d vanish if he didn’t hold on.
They wanted me, and I wanted them, but the Void wanted more.
I kissed each of them in turn, slower now, deliberate. With every kiss, the Void poured itself into them, not in a way that hollowed, but in a way that stained. Aziz’s skin flushed deeper, the black veins popping on his forearms. Levi shivered, then arched, as a stripe of darkness blossomed across his chest, curling like atattoo over his heart. Ian’s eyes rolled back, the whites gone entirely, and the Void threaded through the veins in his throat like smoke.
I pushed them down, one after the other, pressing Aziz flat on the bed. I straddled him, guiding his cock inside me in one long, greedy slide. The sensation was sharper than before, less friction, more electricity. I ground down, hips circling, and Aziz lost all composure, his hands clawing at my ass, urging me faster, harder, deeper.
Levi came up behind, pressing his cock against my back, then sliding it up between my cheeks. I reached behind, grabbed him by the base, and guided him in. As he slid deep into my ass the pressure doubled, stretching me tight. Every nerve in my body lit up, the twin sensations of two cocks thrusting within me almost overwhelming. Aziz groaned, Levi moaned, and I matched them, letting the noise rip free. Ian hovered at my shoulder, kissing the back of my neck, biting just hard enough to draw blood. His fingers found my clit, his hand pressed between Aziz and I, and he circled it with the kind of attention that only comes from centuries of practice and a pathological need to win. Reaching out, grasped his own throbbing cock and stroked it, my fingers gliding up and down his massive shaft as the other two fucked me.
I rode Aziz, fucked by Levi from behind, my clit teased by Ian, and the Void was everywhere, threading through us all, a web of energy that made us more than four bodies. It was a circuit, a feedback loop, every orgasm doubling back and fueling the next, amplifying every sensation to the edge of madness.
The two cocks worked me, feverishly ramming in and out of my pussy and ass. Both men moaned and grunted with the effort. I held and stroked Ian, holding his dick to steady myself as I wasfucked almost senseless. Levi’s fingers grasped my shoulders, yanking me back against his cock, while Aziz held my breasts, ramming into me from below. I’d never felt anything so amazing in all my lives.
Aziz came first, hips bucking, head thrown back, the sound he made more animal than human. His cock twitched and bulged in my pussy, spurting his hot cum into my wet cunt. Levi followed, driving in deep and holding, the pulse of his release so intense I saw stars behind my eyes. Ian came last, sliding around to face me, his dick pressing against my lips. He wound his hands into my hair and pushed forward. I took him in, sucked him deep until the head pressed the back of my throat. It didn’t take him long, my skilled tongue, lips, and throat, milked him until he cried out. The thick and hot gush spurted out, filling my mouth. I swallowed it down greedily and tasted the Void on his skin, bitter and sweet and perfect.
The flavor of him, and the sensation of the two cocks still inside me, sent me over the edge. An earth-shattering orgasm slammed into me, rocking me to my core. Waves of pleasure cascaded across me, sending electric tingles across my nipples, my clit, and deep into my ass and pussy. My whole body became a singular explosion of ecstasy. I smiled, licking the last drop of Ian’s cum from my lips.
They collapsed, spent and shuddering, their cocks slithering out of me. Hot cum dripped from both holes, and I knelt above them, running my hands across their bodies, still needing to touch them, to be near them. I couldn’t help but smile down upon them. I was a queen on her throne, dripping with sex and power, and these were my kings.
I paused to press my forehead to Aziz’s. “I have you.” I counted our breaths until his matched mine.
Then the Void yelled, dragging me from my reverie.
It was not a warning, not exactly, but a demand. I sensed it before I heard it: the click of heels in the corridor, the scent of ozone and scorched metal. Lucifer was coming, and he would not knock.
The Void surged, wrapping around the three men like a mother lifting children from a fire. They vanished—not into the walls, but into the seams of the world, tucked away behind the cracks where Lucifer’s eyes could not find them. Skin and marrow: what isn’t in space can’t be snared.
The door blasted open. Lucifer strode in, resplendent in a suit that glimmered like wet blood, horns polished to a mirror finish. He carried something over his arm: a gown, pink and frilly, the kind of thing you’d see on a toddler in a beauty pageant, festooned with lace and tiny, pointless bows.
“Get dressed,” he said, tossing the gown at my face. “Dinner in ten. And wipe the filth off your mouth. You’re not a whore anymore, you’re a queen.”
I caught the gown, balled it up, and lobbed it at the floor. “I’ll wear what I want.”
He bared his teeth, a smile with too many implications. “You’ll wear what I give you. Or you’ll wear nothing, and I’ll parade you through the city like a prize pig. Your call.”
Behind him, the hallway flickered with blue light, the security wards on high alert. I risked a glance to the left, where the Void had hidden the others, but they were gone so thoroughly it made my chest ache. The room was empty but for me and the king of Hell.
Lucifer prowled closer, leaning down to sniff my hair, his claws grazing my shoulder.
He didn’t give me time to lie.
“Stand,” Lucifer told the room. Fire wrapped the walls. The air tasted like coins and cold iron.
He pinched the space beside the far wall. A seam unzipped and coughed up a lesser demon in bone-and-bronze livery, horns lacquered, ember eyes wide. He hit the marble and clawed for purchase, smoke curling from his tongue where the wards had dragged him.
“Majesty—”
“Kneel,” Lucifer said. The room did it for him.
Lucifer drew a small circle in the air, neat as a ring sized to a lover’s finger. It slid across the space and stamped the warden’s sternum. One turn. A soft click—like a locket closing—and the demon went to powder and glass, collapsing inward without blood or cry. A thumb-sized bead rolled once and came to rest, catching the blue light like a trapped moon.
His eyes warmed, ash-bright. “When I catch your three, I’ll do the same to each—slow enough for you to learn the sound they make—and you will watch.”
Heat prickled high under my throat. Skin and marrow, I thought. His sigils skin the world. He had just shown me what he could do with the skin.
