Her Soul to Take (Souls Trilogy #1)(39)

“This could be the fate of your soul.” He laughed sadistically. “All it takes is a simple bargain, and you’re mine. Mine to use and pleasure however I wish. Mine to mark, mine to hurt.” He pressed into me hard, so hard my moan was nearly a sob. Fuck, the pain made the pleasure so much sweeter. “It’s alright if you’re not ready to give up your soul yet, but you will, doll. You’ve already given in.”

He drove into me with long, steady strokes. I wanted nothing more than to have his cum inside me, filling me.

“Leon... give...give me…” I couldn’t get the words out. It felt too good. He pulled me up, so I was on all fours, grasped my face and squeezed my cheeks.

“What was that?” he growled. “Speak up, Rae, I can’t hear you.”

“I want...your cum…”

He squeezed tighter, forcing my mouth open. He slid two fingers inside, claws dangerously sharp across my tongue. My mouth was forced to stay open, salivating as he pressed down on my tongue. He’d made a mess of me in every way, and I could only cry out as his pace quickened and suddenly, I felt his cock throb inside me.

“Say it again,” he said, low over my back. His voice in my ear seemed to reverberate within my head and sing within my very blood. “Beg for it. Beg for what you want.”

I couldn’t form words with his fingers in my mouth, but that didn’t prevent me from trying. And that was when I realized — as I knelt there babbling uselessly, drool running down my chin, practically sobbing with the pleasure of it — he was absolutely right. I had already given in. I’d said I wouldn’t give him my soul, but I’d practically given it to him already.

I’d given myself up to a demon and there was no going back.

“Please...please...please,” was all I could manage. The more I begged, the more my pussy tightened and began to clench around his girth. My last orgasm had rocked me, but this one got its grip into me and wouldn’t let go. I sobbed from the force of it, and he hooked his fingers a little deeper into my mouth so that I couldn’t muffle my sounds. I was certain I was loud enough to wake the dead.

My pleasure brought him to his peak, and his already thick cock swelled even thicker. He bit down on my shoulder as he throbbed, spilling inside me. He took his fingers from my mouth and pulled my hips back, pressing deeply into me as he came, filling me until I could feel him dripping down my thighs.





The moment she’d looked at me with those wide, defiant brown eyes and told me to do it, I knew I was fucked for this woman. Foolishly, madly fucked. When she made herself my willing victim, I wanted to steal her away back to Hell right then and there.

I hadn’t planned to offer her a deal. Some demons loved nothing more than collecting human souls to raise their status in Hell, but I honestly couldn’t be bothered. I shouldn’t have bothered. But now I couldn’t get the idea out of my head: she was mine. I needed her soul. Fucking her, claiming her body, listening to those cute little whimpers as she shook with pleasure — that could become a quick addiction. The kind of thing I wanted guaranteed to me for eternity.

I’d offered a damn good bargain too. Considering the circumstances, my protection should have come at a far heavier price than just her soul.

What else was I supposed to do? Stick around, risk my life, and protect her out of sympathy? Out of kindness? I’d been trampled over by enough humans to know better. She’d pay up or I’d be gone. I’d take the grimoire and be on my way.

The taste of her lingered on my tongue, the sweet scent of her in my nose. I leaned back against a nearby headstone, holding her against me, my eyes half-lidded as I surveyed the dark, empty graveyard. Her orgasms had shattered her, but we couldn’t linger there for long. More Eld would come.

Rae sighed, and for a moment, I thought she was asleep. I’d left dark red marks across her neck and shoulder from my bites, marks that would be purple bruises by morning. I’d be gone, but my marks would linger on her for days.

Mine. My human, my doll, my tender flesh, mine.

Maybe I’d give her more time to think on my deal. Maybe a few more days on Earth wouldn’t kill me...or maybe it would, and I was getting disastrously obsessed over a human plaything.

She stirred, and suddenly stiffened. Slowly, as if she were trying not to startle a wild animal, she squirmed out from my arms and stood. She brushed the blades of grass from her skirt and plucked at the leaves and twigs in her hair, a little tremble in her hands. It occurred to me that she’d be cold without her leggings — the leggings I had completely destroyed.

“I’m escorting you home,” I said, not bothering to get up yet. The cold headstone felt good against my back. “You’ll give me the grimoire, and I’ll be gone.”

I waited for her protest, looking forward to more sassy defiance. But instead, with her back turned to me, she said, “Why were you in Abelaum? Before I summoned you?”

“I was in service to my previous summoner.”

“And that was?”

“Kent Hadleigh.”

She turned, her expression tight and desperate. “You mean to tell me that Kent Hadleigh is...a wizard?”

“Magician.” I shrugged. “Even the most non-gifted mortal can use the words written in the grimoire. But once they no longer have the book, it’s impossible to remember what was written in it. Attempts to copy the text will rapidly fade and become illegible. Once I destroy the grimoire, no one will be summoning me ever again.” I grinned proudly at the thought. My freedom had been a long time coming.