AllFreeNovel
Share Us
Elias’s eyes widen in fear, his jaw tensing and hiding his lips in his beard. “Please, no.”
Tightening my fingers around the hilt, I shift the dagger. Blood drips from the small cut, and I try not to react. But damn it. The accidental hit works. I can see it in his eyes that he believes I’m as crazy as my devils. And maybe I am. “Fuck off, Elias. I’ll see you in Hell.”
“Wait!” he hollers, reaching to grab my wrist.
My faking him out works, leaving him open. Swinging my fist, I punch him in the face hard enough to jerk his head to the side.
Elias’s eyes roll to the back of his head. He passes out.
Chapter 8
Soulmates
RAVEN
“YOU SAID NO torture, pretty soul. I thought that included us.” Dante comes up behind me and rests his chin to my shoulder. “If I have to sleep on the couch another night instead of in my bed, I’m going to—”
“Be heavily rewarded,” I say, twisting on my feet to face him. “Especially if you take him to the bathroom again. He’s been bitching for ten minutes.”
Elias hollers from Dante’s bed, learning exactly what it feels like to have been kidnapped and restrained. He’s lucky he’s not hanging in the closet like he had done to me and also that Kase and Dante take him to the bathroom when he needs to go, and we’re not starving him. He just can’t leave. Ever. I haven’t told him as much yet. I’m waiting until the urge to pummel him unconscious again subsides before facing him. Knowing that we had a thing for each other in another life blows my mind. What the hell is it about me that draws me to bastards. Who knew that my sweet yet psychotic devils would be an upgrade?
“You’re going to finally let me have my way with you?” Dante asks incredulously, narrowing his eyes. “Don’t get my hopes up. It is hard enough for me. Here. Feel.”
Grabbing my hand, Dante gets me to rub my palm against the length of his shaft through his jeans. I bust up laughing, practically cackling, loving exactly what I do to him.
I stroke him harder. “If you do this favor for me, I’ll—”
“Fucking please!” Elias shouts, cutting off my words. “I’ve had enough. Just tell me what it is you want from me or kill me already. I’ll suffer enough in Hell.”
“Not if I show you how to train your asshole, you won’t,” Dante quips, leaning into the doorway of his bedroom. “You might even have fun if you stop thinking butt play is torturous. I have a strap-on for Raven to use. If you’re a good boy, she’ll—”
I whack him on the shoulder. “Dante! Do not offer my services to him without asking me first. Don’t think I won’t turn that supposed strap-on on you.”
“Be my guest. I’m only offering to help. Remember that with your reward.” He chuckles, pinching my ass. “I have a couple double-ended dildos. We could fuck each other.”
“Yeah, no. Not happening as part of your reward for your attempt at being helpful. It was a nice try. But honestly, no one really wants to think about their ass belonging to a demon.” I try to remain expressionless, knowing that I just set myself up for one of his dirty responses. “Except for me when it comes to you.”
Flicking his tongue, he grazes my bottom lip, his barbells sparkling with the green light in his eyes. “I can’t wait. That sexy asshole of yours is going to feel so good. So tight. I promise you’ll welcome me in just fine.”
I clench my ass, the hum of his voice sending tingles through my body. I shouldn’t even get off on the idea, but he makes it seem like fun.
“Please,” Elias calls again, cooling the rising heat inside me. “Please.”
Sighing, I gather my nerve to confront him. Dante stays on my heels, following me into his room. Elias tips his head up to look at me. My mouth dries, my body turning rigid. In this moment, he looks utterly and completely defeated. Defenseless. And I feel bad.
I stop in my tracks as a storm of emotions crashes through me. How can I feel so hot and cold toward a man who has done nothing to deserve my sympathy? I should let Kase and Dante have at him and just let them handle it. But a part of me knows better. Whatever place in Hell he is supposed to take means that he will be a part of my eternity if I succeed. I don’t want to hate him. I truly don’t. I just want to secure my soul in a place that doesn’t mean eternal torment.
Shifting on my feet, I turn to Dante. “Can you give me a moment with him? You don’t have to go far, but maybe just a few feet of space?”
Dante looks ready to deny me. Like Kase can somehow sense my needs, he shouts Dante’s name from the living room. Raising his hand, he points at Elias. “Say anything disrespectful to my soul, hurt her feelings, try to lie or manipulate her, and you’ll learn the art of contortion to suck your own cock. Understand?”
Elias presses his lips together in a thin line and nods his head.
Damn. I love protective psycho on my jealous devil. I’m also a bit curious about this art form he speaks of. Blinking a few times, I push thoughts of Dante sucking his own dick from my mind and nudge him to go to Kase, who calls his name again.
“I’ll yell if I need you, okay?” I murmur, stretching on my tiptoes until he meets me for a kiss.
Reacting with passion, he slips his tongue in my mouth and makes a show out of it by squeezing my ass. I bat his chest, getting him to stroll out of the room. Dante glances at me from the doorway and winks. I swivel on the balls of my feet. Elias stares at me in silence, a frown plastered on his face.
