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“S-shut up!”
“Don’t be embarrassed, sweet boy. I love it.”
Chapter 8
LUKAS
Ifroze.
He was right. Clearly, my fucking body hadn’t gotten the memo and decided to betray me. I didn’t even recognize who I was at that moment. I was simply an eager slut for this monster.
“F-fuckkk.” He pulled out his finger, and I felt my ass clench at the loss. I felt empty.
“Come, kiss me,” he commanded, leaning back. Finally, I wasn’t pinned down by his overbearing weight, but the cool air hitting the sweat drying on my skin made me miss his warmth…a little. Suddenly, an arm came around me, and I was pulled up, my back to his hard chest. I looked up into his eyes. I hadn’t forgotten his inhuman beauty.Fuck him for making me feel so messed up.This is how those monsters in stories lure humans. Make them crazy beautiful, and we silly humans will happily walk straight to our own deaths. The stories of vampires and sirens totally make sense now. And he still had that shit-eating grin on his face that I lowkey would’ve liked to smack off.
Demon.
Monster.
Devil.
He wanted me to kiss him, but he still hadn’t technically introduced himself to me. How rude.
“You haven’t told me your name,” I whispered.
I felt rather than heard the low rumble of his laugh as it rolled through his chest and into mine. “You are right, my sweet mate. A grievous oversight.” His voice was a dark caress. “I am Orobas. The Prince of Hell.”
“Orobas.” The name felt foreign and heavy on my tongue. “Orobas,” I repeated, testing it.
He shifted, his grip tightening around me. I stiffened.Holy mother of cocks.I felt his monstrous dick on my back. “I love how my name sounds when you say it,” he whispered, his lips grazing my temple. “How does a name that inspires terror in so many…sound so soft on your lips?”
He grabbed my chin, tilting my head up, and captured my lips with his. I’d been kissed by plenty of people, but Orobas was a master at it. His taste had me moaning—smoky, woody, and something else unrecognizable. He bit my lower lip, and I gasped. He used it as an opening to slip his impossibly long tongue in. He devoured me.
I flushed, remembering where it was just mere minutes ago. I felt his lips curve into a smile, and for a second, I wondered if he read my mind somehow. The kiss quickly turned filthy. He was biting, sucking, and licking the inside of my mouth. All I could do was follow his lead as moans and whimpers left me as my lungs burned.
As if remembering I needed air, he gentled the kiss before pulling away. I was in a daze. I hated that I’d become addicted to his kisses. He kissed me one more time on my lips before maneuvering me like a doll, back onto my hands and knees again, spreading my legs and pulling my ass up.
My face burned. This guy had me spread out like a dinner buffet, and I clearly was going to be the stuffed turkey at Thanksgiving.
He spread my ass again, and I felt warm liquid dribble down my cleft before feeling his fingers prodding.
I was scared. Before today, I never had anything more than a finger up my ass, and that was my own when I was drunk and feeling curious one very horny night.
“Oh my god!”
I buried my head in my arms as I felt the air punch out of my lungs.
“We’re starting with two. You’re doing so well, my sweet boy. Look at how your beautiful ass is sucking my fingers in. You were made for this.”
Did I hear him right? I glanced back at him over my shoulder.
“T-two?” I yelped.
“Yes, sweet Lukas. Such a good boy,” he purred. Fuck, I hated how his praises were making my cock throb and messing with my emotions.
I felt pressure and some strain, but no pain. What the fuck was that liquid? Magical lube?
He rammed his fingers deep in me, and the air rushed out of my lungs. My eyes rolled back into my head, my mouth open in a silent scream. He was stabbing my fucking prostate over and over. I was impossibly hard, and my cock was leaking, leaving a pool of cum beneath me, and it had been for a while.
