Page 8 of The Demon's Vow
I reluctantly pulled myself from his palm, taking in the final drops before using my saliva to seal the wound. I released his wrist, and his hand fell back into his lap, boneless. I savored the last, coppery-sweet taste of him on my tongue—a true decadence, one I had been starved of for millennia. I wanted to taste his cum mixed with the glorious taste of his blood, but I held back. Not this way.
He was quiet. I lifted his chin and looked into his lust-clouded gaze. The unshed tears had fallen, and I gave in to temptation. I ran my tongue over the trail his tears had taken, reaching the corners of his eyes. I rolled the precious, salty liquid around my mouth, savoring it like the aged nectar of the gods. I needed more, and I knew how to coax it out. I paused and pulled back. Our eyes connected. Once I brought him down with me, his blood, tears, and cum would all belong to me.
“Now,” I purred, watching a battle of shame, fear, and lust cross his beautiful, tear-streaked face. “What is your name?”
He swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing. When he spoke, his voice was raw and soft.
“L-Lukas.”
“Lukas,” I repeated.
Lukas, Lukas, Lukas.
I chanted his name in my mind, searing it into my soul. I needed to brand this boy, to mark him inside and out and make him mine.
And that was exactly what I intended to do when I dragged him back to underworld with me.
Chapter 5
LUKAS
As a kid—hell, even as a university student now and then—I used to imagine being whisked away. I’d binge some isekai anime or get lost in a fantasy novel and spend the next few days daydreaming about it. What if I found a secret portal in the back of my closet? A time machine? What if I just…fell through some hole in a park? It was my favorite escape, a detailed fantasy I crafted to avoid studying for exams or dealing with my dad’s latest disappointment.
It was all supposed to be just pretend. It was a game. If I were being honest, maybe a coping mechanism or something. It was never, ever supposed to be real.
And yet, the proof was right in front of me. This wasn’t the glorious adventure I’d pictured. There was no special quest to complete, no cute companions or magical powers.
I sat here in my cum-stained underwear and jeans after coming untouched by a fucking monster. A demon? Whatever it was. A hysterical laugh bubbled in my throat, but it came out as a choked sob. All those years spent wishing—not for magic, necessarily, but for something more than the monotonous life I’ve lived—and now I’d gotten it in the most twisted, fucked up way possible.
I would have given anything—anything—to be back in my boring, predictable bedroom right now, or, as I suggested to my friends a million times, at a frat party.
The demon’s head tilted, those hellish eyes pinning me to the spot. My fantasy had just become my nightmare, and there was no waking up.
And then, like a bucket of ice water thrown on the last remaining bits of my sanity, a new thought erupted through my mind.
My friends! Jess! Darcy!
The air left my lungs in a painful rush. My gaze, which had been glued to the empty space where he had been, snapped around the cell. It was empty. Just me, alone with the shattered remnants of the summoning circle and the lingering scent of ozone and sex.
They were gone. He’d…he’d made them disappear.
“What did you do to them?” My words were a harsh whisper, but they ripped the dam open. Panic sawed through the last of the dazed shock. I scrambled to my feet, my legs trembling violently beneath me. “Where are they? What did you do to my friends? Are they alive? Did you kill them? Tell me!”
My breath hitched, coming in short, useless gasps that didn’t seem to reach my lungs. I was hyperventilating, the room starting to swim at the edges. I wrapped my arms around myself, trying to physically hold the pieces of my fracturing mind together.
The demon, who had been watching my meltdown with an air of detached curiosity, finally let a slow, deeply amused smile spread across his devastating face. He had the audacity to tap a clawed finger against his chin, pretending to think it over as my world collapsed.
“Hmm,” he rumbled. “Your little friends…” He drew out the silence, savoring my agony—the bastard. He knew exactly whathe was doing. Finally, he waved his hand in a dismissive gesture. “They are alive. I have merely…relocated them. They sleep peacefully outside this building, safe…for now.”
My body sagged in relief at hearing that word.Safe.Realistically, I had no reason to believe him, but some primal, desperate part of me did. He had no reason to lie.
His eyes, burning with hellfire and dark delight, tracked every shift in my expression, savoring my palpable relief. “However, their continued well-being, my little mate, is entirely dependent on your behavior.”
“W-what does that mean?” The question was out before I could stop it, my tone laced with suspicion.
A smile filled with both danger and promise graced his lips. “Simple. You will come with me to the underworld, my domain. You will give me your loyalty and your body. Do not resist. Do not cause me any trouble. Comply, and the most your friends will suffer is a headache with no memory of tonight. They’ll wake up in their beds and go on to live long, happy lives, unharmed.”
He leaned in, impossibly close with his lips mere inches from mine, his breath ghosting across my face. My eyes were locked on his, searching for any lies or deceptions among his words.
