Page 19 of Knotted
Chapter
Fourteen
“You’re going to be the death of me, little witch.” Asmodeus wrapped his hand around my neck, pressing his cum into my skin.
He wasn’t restricting my air. Which was good, because I was still struggling for breath after that last orgasm.
“You’ve called me that before. I’m no witch. I’m an idiot with a spell book and bad ideas.”
As removed his hand from around my throat and lifted his fingers to my lips, he pressed them inside my mouth. He groaned when I licked the pads of his pointer and middle fingers before sucking his cum off of them.
“I’ve spent every day for millenia listening to idiots with spell books. The witch who owned the book before you was particularly stupid. Which is why I recognized the spell when cast. I knew from the moment I saw you, you would be mine.”
I slapped his hand away from me and sat up. The sheets and blankets were on the floor, so I grabbed a pillow and hugged it to my chest, feeling naked and hating it.
“That’s bullshit. You can’t see someone for five seconds and decide to keep them. Love at first sight doesn’t exist.”
Asmodeus sat up too and turned on the bed, sitting with one leg bent before him and the other foot planted on the ground. I waited for him to get up, but he didn’t.
He also didn’t reach for me. He flexed his hands and his claws extended. I wondered if it hurt when they came out, but I wasn’t going to ask. It wasn’t the moment. There probably would never be a moment to get all of my questions answered.
“What makes you think love exists at all?” His calm, dismissive tone made my hackles rise.
“I’ve seen it. I know it’s real. Maybe a soulless, heartless, beast like you is incapable of feeling it, but that doesn’t make it any less real. Just because I believe in love doesn’t mean I believe in love at first sight. That’s bullshit. The best you get is lust at first sight, which I find highly doubtful.
“So, why me? Why did you choose me to torment?”
I flung my arms out wide, frustrated and angry. It was the question that plagued me. Why me?
Why was I so unlovable?
Why had I done the stupid spell?
Why had I gotten cursed?
Why would this demon lord choose me?
I hated that I didn’t have an answer for any of it. I needed to know. I needed to know why he chose to make me miserable, why he chose to claim me as his?
Why? Why? Why?
“Torment? You don’t know torment. I’ve been tormented for centuries trying to find the right person to be my queen. I finally found her and she doesn’t believe in what I am. Not only does she not believe in demons, she doesn’t believe in love. She’s given up.”
That wasn’t me. I’d never given up on love. I wanted it. I wanted it so badly I’d cast a fucking love spell to get it.
Except a small part of me was worried he was right. That I had given up on love. That maybe the loss of belief is what led my spell astray. I’d stopped dating in the months leading up to my birthday. I’d only felt lukewarm affection at best for anyone in years. I’d never come close to feeling the love and passion my friends have.
“So, I send my worst demons to her. The low-hanging fruit of demon kind that found themselves on the wrong side of the church. For centuries they’d been of little use to me but now I had the perfect job for them. Luckily for me, I had the perfect ones to put in place to remind the little witch that love exists.
“For months, I watched and waited and prepared and fell a little more in love each day with the sexy, strong, fierce woman who’d called out to the goddess but found her way to me. While I watched her, she watched her friends find love and I can feel her longing. But I wait, and wait, and wait. Until she calls out to me.”
“I never called you.”
“Didn’t you? Didn’t you ask for your wolf to get possessed so you could get laid?” He reached out then, catching my hair and running his claws through it. He gently worked at the tangles he put in there with our athletics. “I could have filled the raggedy wolf but where would the fun in that be?”
I closed my eyes as his claws gently scratched against my skull. There was no suppressing my whine when he stopped. But it was only so he could shift us, so I rested against him with my back against his chest before he went back to working the tangles out of my hair and scratching my scalp.
“I have been waiting for you for so long.”
