Blue eyes snap back up to my face. His lips slowly twist up into a smirk. “I can have anything that you want me to have, Little Witch.”
I suck in a breath. “Well, I don’t want you to have teeth. And just so we are clear, if you bite my dick off, I’ll bleed to death and you’ll be trapped here forever. All alone. Very bored. No sustenance at all.”
His smirk twists into a petulant scowl. “The blond one will come. As will Hex and his human.”
“No, they won’t.” I grind my teeth. “I set an Obscurer spell. It’s triggered by my violent death. Powered by it. The circle will strengthen, and everybody will forget that I and this flat ever existed.”
Dis’s eyes narrow.
Fuck. Shadow beings can’t sense bullshit, can they? Because that was a lot of bullshit. Even if there is such a spell, I sure as hell aren’t strong enough to cast it. I can barely manage a decent ward charm on a good day. An Obscurer spell triggered by death is advanced magic way above my pay grade.
I glare at Dis. He glares back.
He seems to believe me. Thank fuck. Although I shouldn’t be surprised. I’m a pro at bullshit. Been doing it all my life. When you grow up the way I did, you learn fast that sometimes a convincing lie is the only thing standing between you and disaster.
“So, Disney. If you want to feed, get on your knees and take what you are given.”
Frost crackles. It spreads across the ceiling, ice crystals forming in intricate patterns that catch the light. His blue eyes bore into me with an intensity that feels like pressure, like standing too close to the speakers at a dubstep concert. But I meet his gaze evenly. This bastard ordered my death. I’m not backing down so easily.
He steps forward, towards me. Every instinct I have urges me to flee, every survival mechanism screaming at me to put distance between myself and this ancient, powerful, furious being. But I grind my teeth and hold still.
He takes another step closer. Then another. Then one more.
Now our noses are nearly touching. Okay, my nose is nearly touching his firm-looking chest, or would be if I wasn’t craning my neck to look up at him. But the point stands. There is only magic between us. A thin, invisiblebarrier that’s the only thing separating me from whatever consequences come with cornering a shadow king.
His blue eyes blink. He slowly, gracefully, drops to his knees.
My heart flutters. My stomach swoops. I bite my bottom lip and try not to pass out from the hotness overload. Because this, this is something else entirely. Dis on his knees. Dis choosing to kneel. The most proud, imperious being I’ve ever encountered, lowering himself, and somehow making even that look like power.
With fumbling hands I free my suddenly very hard cock.
Dis’s eyes burn brighter. He stares at my piercing with an expression I can’t read, something complex moving behind those sapphire depths.
“Do you enjoy pain, Little Witch?” he whispers softly.
“No. I enjoy choice and control.”
He looks away from my piercing, and looks up at me from where he is kneeling by my feet. His eyes swirl. I see understanding move across his face. As if my words resonated with him and he can relate. Deeply.
I grimace. I don’t want to emotionally bond with this asshole. Not over cock piercings. Not over anything. We are nothing alike. There is no common ground between a small goth witch with abandonment issues and an ancient shadow king who stole a throne. Absolutely none.
Dis considers for a moment, as if he is choosing his words carefully, weighing them before he releases them. Then he says, “You are braver than I thought.”
My mouth opens as my brain scrambles to conjure up a witty reply, something sharp and deflecting, something to put distance between me and the strange sincerity in his voice.
But then all the oxygen in my lungs whooshes out with what can only be described as a squeak.
Warm, wet, heat is wrapped around the head of my cock. The magical barrier has bent just enough to allow Dis to lean forward and devour the tip of my cock, using his tongue to flick the piercing at the tip with great relish and keen interest.
I stumble closer, placing my palms against the magic. Shamelessly giving Dis as much access to my cock as I can. Apparently my instincts have zero qualms about this.
Dis doesn’t hesitate either. He feasts. He sucks me with enthusiasm. He is still all wispy and shadowy, but his mouth feels real enough. Maybe a little cooler than a human’s. Perhaps slightly softer.
His tongue rubs along the underside of my cock. There is just enough rasp to his tongue to feel really good. The sensation shoots through me, sending my muscles crazy and making my lungs forget how to work.
My head falls back. His soft lips roll down my length and then back up again. I force my head back up and force my eyes to open because I need to see this.
Dis’s hair has fallen forward. Silky strands of it are brushing over my cock as his head bobs. His blue eyes are gleaming through the curtain of his midnight-dark hair.
