Page 18 of The Demon's Vow
“I-I…wan it, a-all…of it. Mine.” My words were slurring.
“You’re cum drunk, my darling.”
He slowly pulled out, and I felt a gush of cum run down my ass. I was basically all nerve endings, so I couldn’t help the hiss of pain that slipped out.
My ass was thoroughly abused.
He gently set my legs down, and at this point, I could barely feel them, but that was a problem for another day. My mind was hazy as I watched Orobas run his fingers through my cum before bringing his fingers to his mouth and sucking it off.
The way he moaned like it was the most delicious thing he had ever tasted filled my chest with a weird warmth. He did it again and again.
“Delicious,” he simply said.
He lifted my legs, spreading them. His hot cum dripped down my thighs. I felt like jelly, and my insides were turned to liquid. I watched him as he dipped his fingers into my ass. He played with my rim, pushing his cum back inside me with the most obscene, squelching sounds known to man. Then he dipped his head again, lapping and sucking at my hole.
I whined. My ass was so sensitive, but I didn’t want him to stop. I reached out and gripped his horns, pushing down as I slowly rode his tongue. His dark chuckle rumbled through me. I didn’t need to come—my dick was officially out of commission—but his saliva had to have some kind of healing properties. Whatever soreness I had was slowly fading.
A moment later, he pulled back. He opened his mouth, rolling out that long, dark tongue to show me his own release glistening there.
I wanted to squirm away, to hide from the intimacy of it. I thought I couldn’t get any more embarrassed, but I was so fucking wrong.
He crawled over to me, his long black hair falling like a curtain, shielding us from the outside world.
“Open your mouth, sweet mate.” I did as he ordered. He leaned in, his lips hovering over mine, and a thick, warm mixture of his saliva, his cum, and my own cum spilled from his mouth into mine. The taste was salty, smoky, musky…addictive. I obediently swallowed, working my throat, taking everything he gave me.
“That’s it, saved it for you.” He ran his fingers over my lips, smearing his cum all over it. He slipped a finger in my mouth, and I sucked. “I want to see these lips wrapped around my cock. I want you to choke on it, drinking my cum as it coats your mouth and throat and floods your belly.”
A vivid, terrifying image of me trying to take his cock—in its final form—down my throat flashed in my mind.
A slow grin spread across his face. Nothing escaped him.
As if answering my unspoken question, he slipped his finger out and trailed from my lips down to my throat, his thumb pressing gently against my windpipe. “I will train you,” his murmur a dark and thrilling promise. “You will love it and beg for it.”
I gave a silent nod.
There was no way I was going to leave. The one mistake I made—cutting myself in that cell—brought me Orobas, and I made a promise in exchange for my friends’ safety. Would I missJess and Darcy, my family, my life? Yes, of course. I had no clue what was in store for me outside these doors, but if it meant being with Orobas like this…maybe it wasn’t all bad.
Epilogue
One Year Later
Ientered my quarters and headed straight for my chamber. The journey home had taken me far longer than I would have liked, but as a commander and the Prince of Hell, my seat on the council condemns me to endless meetings and flights to the farthest corners of the underworld to settle disputes and issues—no matter how petty or trivial.
My obligations never used to bother me. They were, at most, a mild annoyance. But ever since Lukas arrived, I found myself despising every moment spent away from him, the distance becoming a torment I am forced to endure until my return. I quickly learned that my mate did not enjoy our time apart either.
I entered my inner chamber and scented the air. My boy was here.
He lay naked and asleep upon our bed. I stood over him, drinking in the sight. In the low light, his milky pale skin glowed, a beautiful contrast to the black and red bedding. He was always the brightest little thing in any room. His blond curls had grown significantly longer, reaching his shoulders and now framing hisentire face in soft waves. My gaze fell to his lips, pink and plump. A sudden, powerful rush of desire and affection tightened in my chest, so fierce it stole my breath.
I reached down and gently brushed a stray curl from his forehead. Even in his sleep, he sought me, leaning into my touch as a soft, wordless murmur escaped his parted lips.
I wondered what he was dreaming of.
I had worried, of course, about how he would settle. The early days were shadowed by a dark melancholy. The adjustment was brutal. He had been torn from his world without a chance to bid farewell to his family or friends. I coerced him, taken him to the underworld against his will. There were nights I would find him wandering the gardens, his shoulders shaking with silent sobs. But those dark nights have become few and far between.
The twisted part is that I love him too much to let him go, even if that was what he truly desired, even if it were the best thing for him. But there was no way I was going to let my mate slip through my hands. I am a demon, after all—and a very selfish one.
“Orobas…” My name on his lips pulled me from my thoughts. “You’re back.”
