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“You’re—you’re beautiful,” he whispers. His gaze darkens as he drinks me in. I shamelessly bask in his attention.
Over the years, I’ve been called many things. Blue Devil. Crossroads demon. Monster. But ever since I bound my soul to a cryptid, I can add titles like The Beast of the Woods, Devil Dog, and The Wraith Hound to the list. The titles are probably endless, but even so, no one has ever called me beautiful. At least to my face.
“Such a curious one, aren’t you?” I purr.
Bellamy snaps his gaze to mine, his chest heaving beneath the soft sweater. “You never fully explained this room to me. It smells strange. Like smoke or something.”
“My containment chambers. Although, if I remember correctly, you were hoping for a sex dungeon,” I say softly, taking a single, deliberate step toward him. Bellamy glares at me, his fists clenching at his sides, though I can see the sharp pulse hammering violently at the base of his throat. “This is where I go when the beast inside my blood grows too feral for polite company. When he needs to burn freely and take his pent-up aggression out on something.”
He huffs. “Still looks like a dungeon.”
“Would you like this to be a sex room?” I tease.
With a flick of my wrist, dark shadow magic surges from my fingers. The iron door slams shut behind him with a deafening metallic clang. The heavy deadbolt glides into place, locking us inside together.
Bellamy whips around, grabbing the handle and yanking on it frantically. I chuckle lowly. He was so damn eager to see what’s inside, but now he wants to flee? The lock doesn’t budge. He turns back to face me, his back pressed hard against the iron door, his eyes flashing with a mixture of sharp panic and blistering heat. Interesting. Fear tangles with arousal, arousal winning out. I’ve never seen anything like it before.
“Unbolt the door, Vesper,” he snaps, trying to keep his voice steady, but the breathiness in his tone betrays him.
“No,” I say, closing the distance between us with slow, predatory grace. The air around us grows stifling with the scent of hot cinnamon, cloves, and something sweet. It’s an intoxicating scent of my magic swirling together with Bellamy’s arousal. “You wandered in of your own free will, Bellamy. You ignored my rules. You don’t get to dictate when you leave.”
“I am not your fucking toy,” he spits, his chin lifting in defiance.
“Aren’t you?” I say smoothly, stopping just inches from his body. I’m a head taller than him, towering over his narrow frame, casting him completely in my shadows. “Do you remember the terms you swore on your own blood at the crossroads? Your life. Your breath. Your body.”
He trembles against the door, and I raise my hand. Black, living shadows erupt from my fingertips, creeping up the iron walls and door like liquid ivy. They sweep around Bellamy’s wrists, binding them and pinning his hands above his head against the door frame.
Bellamy gasps, his head snapping back against the iron as he tugs against the shadowy bonds. They’re soft as silk, yet there’s no way for him to escape.
“Let me go!” he commands, though his core aches so loudly I can practically taste the arousal spiking in his blood. He’s blushing now, the color causing my cock to grow painfully hard.
“Make me,” I whisper, my lips grazing the sensitive shell of his ear.
He writhes against the door, his hips shifting in a pathetic attempt to find leverage he doesn’t have. The movement only presses his hard length directly against my thigh. A sharp shudder ripples through his body. His nipples harden instantly against the thin fabric of his cream sweater, pebbled tight under the heat pulsing off my skin.
“You hate this, don’t you?” I drawl, sliding my claw-tipped fingers up his ribs, tracing the delicate cage of his bones through the soft wool. “You hate the way your body betrays you. You hate how good my touch feels after months of being broken by a weak, pathetic human.”
“Fuck you,” Bellamy gasps out, his eyes fluttering shut as my hand slips beneath the hem of his sweater, resting my bare, cool palm directly against his heated skin. I slide my claws higher. Teasing. My fingertips graze his hard nipples, and I almost growl. He’s so fucking sensitive.
He arches into my hand with a soft, needy whimper that he tries desperately to swallow.
“Use your words,” I murmur, my thumb tracing a slow, intoxicating circle over his tight nub.
I reach deep into my demon core, letting a tiny thread of shadow magic bleed from my skin straight into his pores. It’s an intoxicating spell, meant to sensually heighten every nerve ending in his body, making his already sensitive skin even more so.
Bellamy lets out a ragged moan, his thighs trembling as I slide my thigh harder between his legs, pressing firmly against his thick cock. I smirk. He’s burning up, hard and desperate beneath his jeans, high on fear and arousal. He likes this. Somehow, my little human craves this particular rush.
“Fuck. Vesper… oh, god. Please. Please,” he whimpers. His beautiful wavy hair fans out around him, making him look like a fucking goddess ready to bring me to my knees. My palm slides down his defined abs, reminding me he’s all male. Doesn’t matter. Male, female, god, goddess. My obsession is hitting an all-time high. I’m this fucking close to worshiping the little human, no matter what gender or species.
“Please, what?” I purr against his neck, my fangs grazing the sensitive pulse point just below his ear. I’m so tempted to break the skin and mark him, but I don’t. I only press hard enough to leave a scorching promise. “Please stop? Or please keep going?”
“Yes,” he whimpers, clearly out of his mind with lust. His body thrusts against my thigh, chasing his pleasure.
“Beg for me. I want to hear the filthy words on your pretty, sinful lips.”
“I’m not begging,” he snaps, but his hips thrust forward again, desperate for release.
I chuckle, a dark, vibrating sound that rumbles deep in my chest. I reach down with my shadow magic, sending a single, tiny tendril beneath his waistband, stroking the head of his cock. The touch brings him straight to the thin edge of an intense climax and hovers there.
