Page 68 of Demon Sworn
Like a—pun intended—demon.
He comes with a sound halfway between a roar and a grunt, his back curving and forehead dropping to my sweaty chest, directly between my breasts.
I bring a hand to his back and rub it up and down the broad expanse of sinewy bronze muscle.
I’m not gonna lie. I totally understand the obsession with cock size now. That orgasm…it’s going in the spank bank. And the look Kastros gives me when he raises his head to stare at me, still panting, with tears in his eyes? That’s going into the pillow bank, for all my future daydreams.
These men…
I can’t even remember my life before I met them. It’s like I was living in a monochromatic world, and suddenly, it’s become awash with brilliant colors. I’m seeing things for the first time, and it’s so incredibly beautiful. I know in my heart that I’m where I’m supposed to be. With them. Beside them. Loving them. Protecting them.
Till death do us part.
And if I only have a few more moments with them, if the world deems that one girl can’t be so incredibly lucky and have everything her heart desires, I’ll make every single one of those moments count.
26
Raz
It’s beensix months since the fight with Arariel and her murder. Six months since Kastros and Katrina finally made up, thank fuck. Six months since we almost lost the love of our life because of mistakes that will never stop fucking haunting us like malevolent poltergeists. I wish I could punch them out, but you can’t fucking fight ghosts, especially not ones of your own making.
It’s been six long months since Zolroth asked and Katrina agreed to a bonding ceremony with all of us.
We stand in the grand foyer of Lucillania’s castle in Hell. The grandeur and opulence of the place somehow both takes my breath away and sends envious zings down my spine. Today, it’s decorated in shades of black, the walls painted that dark color along with the flooring. In most circumstances, it might have felt like a pit, an abyss, a portal, but Lucy—as she insisted we call her now that she’s best friends with our mate—added splashes of purple. The ceremonial table up at the front. The pews. The twelve chandeliers made of liquid glass that glow and morph shapes, even as they stay suspended overhead. Most people believe that red is the devil’s color, but truth be told, Lucy despises it. Says it reminds her too much of human blood, which is funny, because she’s known on Earth as being the epitome of all evil.
I wonder what people would say if they discover she’s a girly-girl at heart.
The room we’re in now has a rectangular table pressed against the far wall, carrying bright silver goblets that normally are full of bubbly gold shifter blood for demons to drink—it’s an acquired taste. A ceremonial pentagram rests on the floor directly before it, in purple of course. And behind that, extending back in rows across the entire length of the room, are dark pews with purple fabric cushions. There are five columns but only two rows, all of them empty today.
But it’s okay.
We don’t need a fancy party with thousands of demons in attendance. We just need the five of us, Katrina, Adam, and our pets, including William and Jason.
It’s funny how, less than a year ago, I wanted to kill William simply because Katrina thought she was in love with him. Now, he’s a crucial part of the family, though I still have PTSD from the time I walked in on him and Jason in the closet together. Katrina, who was with me, screamed bloody murder and attempted to bleach her eyeballs. Only a year ago, my girl would’ve been horny as hell at the sight of William fucking another man, but now…
Shudder.
Bleach is a damn good idea. If only I could bleach my mind as well.
The two of them sit with Adam on a row of seats located against the far wall while our animals run between their legs.
Lucy’s eyes practically began to twitch when we entered Hell…carrying a tiny human boy in our arms, two full-grown men, and a few of our animals that Akor insisted we needed as witnesses to the ceremony.
“Did you bring a damn ark too, Noah?” she’d quipped.
Hey, our family is weird and dysfunctional, but it’s still our family. And they all deserve to bear witness to one of the most important days of my life. Ofourlife.
The other being the day we officially adopted Adam, two months ago when Katrina graduated high school. She had to jump through some human legal hoops to prove that she was capable of taking care of a child, but Van was easily able to blow lust on the judge’s face until she would’ve agreed to just about anything we asked of her.
I smile softly when I rest my eyes on Adam, currently petting Jason’s head while Kator curls up on his lap. A surge of pride swells up inside of me like sunbeams, because this little man…he’s my son. There are no ifs, ands, or buts about it. He became my son long before Katrina signed the adoption papers, officially claiming custody of him.
My son does some finger guns in the direction of Lucillania’s hellhounds. Yup. That’s my Adam. Fearless fucker.
When I glance at the rest of my demon murder, I see similar expressions of contentment on their faces as well.
Zolroth stands immediately to the right of me and is dressed in a five-piece suit with a bright red tie, looking as immaculately groomed as always. His hands are clasped firmly behind his back, pushing out his chest, as his brown eyes glimmer with warmth and barely veiled excitement.
Kastros stands on his other side, wearing a dark blue suit of his own. His black hair has been carefully brushed away from his face. A five o’clock shadow covers his chin and cheeks, though I know Katrina has been bugging him about it. Apparently, it feels weird when he goes down on her. I don’t know if it’s a good weird or a bad weird, if she’s trying to convince him to keep it or shave it all off. I only really listen to those things when she’s asking them of me.
