Page 131 of Demon Food

I’d been so entranced that I barely noticed how he was holding the sharp blade before my lips.

My heartbeat ticked a beat faster as I glanced down at it. It glistened orange in the glowing fire.

“Your tongue,” he said, and I obeyed.

I stretched my tongue from my mouth. The steel was cold as he dragged it across my piercing—metal upon metal in a sharp ting. Something about it sent a shiver down my spine at the same time more precum spilled.

I didn’t know how long we’d been there, because time was nothing. It didn’t exist, so I couldn’t trace how quickly it was slipping, just like I couldn’t follow how his hand was suddenly high, lifting the blade above his head.

He drove it into the floorboards between my knees.

I jumped too late, as his sexy, demonic laugh reverberated around the room, bouncing off the walls to tickle my insides, curling around the shell of my ear like a warm kiss.

Or was it a real kiss?

Yes, he was kissing my ear, kissing my neck as I gripped the angel-bone handle jutting between my parted knees, just to have something to ground me. He’d struck the floor so hard that he’d nearly buried the entire blade between the hardwoods.

Then he said, his words dark as the night itself, carried on the wings of a whisper, “Fuck yourself on it.”

My gaze lifted to his, searching, but his wicked smile only grew.

He palmed my cheek—so sweet as he said, “I want to see you fuck yourself on my knife, human.”

A whimper spilled past my lips.

For a moment, I couldn’t be sure I was breathing. But then I rose to my knees.

I held his gaze as I began to inch forward. His eyes glinted in pleasure at how well I was obeying him, and it felt like a mercy when icy fingertips, dripping with so much luscious wet, started to rub circles around my sensitive hole, penetrating me, slipping in and out, one after another as if there were a hundred, and they were all taking turns with me.

I didn’t have a choice. I didn’t want a choice.

I wasn’t even hesitating to position myself over the angel-bone handle, as he spat into his ghostly hands, as they skillfully fingered me, dripping the milky white lubricant down my thighs, soaking the handle of the blade. I began to lower myself.

It was rock hard as it pushed against my hole, seeking entry, the bone cold and unwavering.

My dark demon was staring into my eyes as I took the first inch inside me.

He twitched wildly, his gaze wandering down my naked body with the hunger of a wolf. “More.”

I whimpered as I slid down the handle, as it breached my hole, stretching me, beckoning me further. And further. My gasp was tight and scattered and as broken as I felt, but my body continued a downward spiral, one inch of angel bone at a time.

“Ooh, that’s it,” Alek whispered in Vultaen, his real hands in my hair as his ghost hands spread my ass cheeks as far as they would go. “You look perfect like this. Take it deeper.”

I took it deeper.

“Fucking deeper, human. All the fucking way. Show me how you want to please me.”

My heart rate jumped and my breath caught in my throat when I took it as far as it would go—all the way. All the fucking way until the lip of the handle was flush against my stretching hole, while waves of shock thundered from that spot in the front of my groin.

“You are delicious,” he whispered, smudging a kiss against my lips. “You’re good enough to eat.”

My body was his. It was not my own. It was filled with the ancient bone of a slain angel, while a demon stood before me, fisting his huge cock in his hand.

His red gaze held mine as he spat into his palm, milky white lubricant slinging as he stroked his cock. “You want it?”

My jaw was already parted as I nodded, silently begging for him to give me all of him. His cock. His cum. His fucking cruelty. I’d swallow it all.

I grunted when he stuffed his huge cock into my mouth, hitting the back of my throat. Oh, my gods, it was so divine. I’d never had anything so divine in my mouth. So thick. The exact right girth to wrap my lips around fully while he rumbled in a low and satisfied yesssssss.