Page 3 of Knight’s Retribution

He didn’t even have to try to leash his inner demon; it recoiled all on its own, until he could have sworn it’d left him completely. And shockingly, Rocco didn’t like the feeling one fucking bit.

They reached the top of the stairs and walked to a set of double doors. They were slick with more of the sludge, the mold thicker around the edge and across the floor, squelching under their boots.

“Let me do all talking,” Willow said. “Males are for fucking and eating. If you speak out of turn, she’ll find a use for you, demon or not. And don’t make direct eye contact; she’ll see it as a challenge. You do not want to draw her attention.”

“Got it.” Rocco would do whatever Willow said if this demon had the answers he’d come for. “Do we have our offering?”

Willow patted the satchel slung across her front.

“Now what? We knock?”

Her hand caught his before his fist could connect with the slimy-as-fuck door, and she pushed it away. “We wait.”

Wait? Rocco was done waiting. He wanted to go after his female, he wanted Kyler. The summer solstice was less than a week away, and the humm of the portal waking, slowly coming to life, called to him, called to his demon, trying to lure that part of him home.

He’d resisted it his entire life.

But not this time.

When the portal opened again, he was going to give his demon exactly what it wanted. But to do that, he needed what the demon behind this door had.

Minutes stretched out, and Rocco struggled to stand still. He wanted to kick the motherfucking doors open and demand the evil bitch give him what he’d come for. But he had to follow Willow’s lead on this. She’d been here before and knew how to play this.

The only reason the demons hadn’t attacked on the way here was because Vorena had given them safe passage—and they didn’t know he was a knight. It wasn’t like they’d recognize him. He sure as hell didn’t look the same—he was close to a hundred pounds lighter and gone were the piercings and the blue hair. And any demons he’d interrogated, desperately trying to get information about his female, he’d killed afterward, so it wasn’t like they could tell anyone who he was.

The door rattled, then with a groan, swung open.

“Remember, stay behind me, gaze down,” Willow said and stepped inside.

It went against every instinct he had, letting Willow go ahead of him. He protected, he didn’t stand back and let someone else do it. Not that he’d done a lot of protecting lately, just a lot of killing and torturing.

He followed her in and a wave of heat hit him, along with the scent of rot and mold and demon sex. The pungent combination caught in the back of his throat and made his eyes water.

The room was dimly lit, and he could sense several other demons there as well. He glanced up through his lashes. Ahead of them was a raised dais that was almost completely covered in mattresses and draped in a multitude of different-colored fabrics.

Repetitive wet noises and moans reached him, and against his better judgement, he looked.

Shit.

Vorena lay on her back, on top of a demon, cushions covering the demon’s face and propping her up. He pumped his hips under her, while another demon kneeled between their spread legs, both cocks filling her.

She was so pale Rocco could see every vein under her ancient skin. Slimy green moss had gathered in the creases of her joints, and her long, clawed fingers pinched at her flesh-colored nipples. Her eyes were the same black/green as the moss on her skin, and they glittered, shiny like wet crystal.

The demon kneeling in front of her looked ready to pass the fuck out, his skin soaked with sweat. Her gaze moved to Rocco and Willow, and one of her hands slid down her stomach and between her legs where she started rubbing, then she threw her head back and groaned, a low, odd sound that resonated through the room and lifted the hair on the back of Rocco’s neck.

“Fill me with your seed,” she snarled at her lovers.

Both demons did as she commanded, blowing their loads, groaning, but Rocco was positive the sounds were of relief not pleasure.

When they were done, she waved the one in front of her away, while the other lay deathly still beneath her. His flaccid cock slid from her, and she waved another male over. “Clean it up,” she barked before her gaze slid again to Willow, then to Rocco.

Rocco kept his gaze low, and stayed close enough to Willow that he had her back covered.

The wet noises started again as the new demon got to his knees and proceeded to go down on her. Her claws thrust into the demon’s hair, and she ground his face against her, a shudder moving through her thin body.

Those murky green eyes slid back to Willow. “What do you want, girl?”

Willow dipped her head. “I’m sorry to disturb you, Vorena. I know your time is valuable…”