Binding Ties The Sentinel Wars - Shannon K. Butcher Page 0,71
catch his breath. As it was, his ribs were being crushed by the magical force that held him in place. The pain of his bindings grew, especially against his cock, which finally decided to retreat.
Whatever she’d dosed him with had been strong, but so was the pain she inflicted. And Eric wasn’t into pain.
She grabbed the front of her dress and ripped it. Then she stepped out of it, revealing a body fit for the cover of the Sports Illustrated swimsuit issue. She was completely naked under the silk, without so much as a thong to hide her nudity.
She was so absolutely stunning that he might have been convinced to take her for a ride. If only she weren’t a demon with a maw in the top of her skull. Even the idea of getting a blow job from that monstrosity was enough to make his testicles draw up into his abdomen.
His body went airborne again, only this time the landing was much softer. He hit her mattress and bounced once before being pinned in place by an invisible force. With a slight wave of her hand, his jeans ripped open and were jerked from his legs.
She sauntered over to him, wiggling those luscious hips as she went.
His balls began to tingle, and his cock decided that maybe there wouldn’t be another six weeks of winter.
Demon, man. She’s a demon. Remember the teeth?
She went from furious to wearing a satisfied grin in the time it took her to cross the room. Her fingers trailed up along the inside of his thigh, tickling him with the tips of her black fingernails. “I’m trying to make this as easy on you as possible. I even dosed your soup so you’d have an excuse to tell yourself later. After I’m done with you.”
He gritted his teeth and blocked out the feel of her fingers stroking his hardening cock. He wasn’t going to do this. He. Was. Not.
His body had other ideas, though. It was weak. Of the flesh. It didn’t care that this was seventeen kinds of fucked-up. In seconds, he was going to be erect enough for liftoff.
He didn’t know how close the full moon was—how close he was to being fertile. He might still have a day or two before he could breed her, but, then again, he’d been unconscious a lot. He might not have any time left at all.
She bent down to take his cock in her mouth. Her hair shifted over her shoulder and swept across his thigh, reminding him of just what lay under those midnight tresses.
His cock deflated like an old balloon, leaving her screaming in frustration.
“You will give me what I want,” she said as she increased the pressure pinning him to the bed.
“No, I won’t. Kill me if you want, but I’m never going to fuck a damn demon.”
Her white pupils flared, and the air pressure in the cavern changed. “Guards!”
A group of demons filtered into the room, eager to do her bidding. They barely even gave him a second glance.
“The girl. The fighter. Bring her.”
Kayla. Fuck.
“Cover me up,” he said. Nudity wasn’t a huge deal among his kind, but being bound to a bed, spread-eagle, was a little different. This was not the image he wanted Kayla to have of her fighting coach or the man she was trusting to get her the hell out of this underground tomb.
Treszka regarded him for a minute, making his skin crawl. It didn’t matter that her body was the stuff of legends. All he could see was what lay beneath—her cruel spirit and her demon blood.
“I had hoped to spare you more pain,” she said.
“Yeah, I just bet you did.”
“And Kayla. She has such a potent force of life thrumming through her. She would have done well down here in time. She might have even grown into a place of power among us. She could walk in the sun, helping me procure the human comforts that are so hard to come by.” Treszka ran her fingers along his ribs, petting him. “But now that all depends on you.”
Two guards came back into the cavern, dragging a spitting-mad, fighting Kayla with them.
“Cease!” shouted Treszka, imbuing her words with enough magic to force Kayla to obey.
The girl went still and stared daggers through her tangled blond bangs.
Treszka sat on the edge of the bed. Her voice was calm, as if what she was about to say was completely rational. “You’re going to give me what I want. Now.