Page 37 of True Sacrifice
My body responded as my nipples tightened. I have never been so turned on and ready to go in my entire life, and he’d barely touched me yet. I fisted my fingers into his white hair roughly, forcing him to look at me.
“I’m done playing,” I growled out, crashing our lips together again. “Less teaching, more doing,” I muttered against his lips. Slowly spreading warmth invaded my skin, creeping out to all the areas where I still had clothes on. With little more than a thought, I burned them from me. I was getting worked up enough. My power was coming back at a much faster rate.
I felt his chuckle, but he got the message loud and clear as he stopped messing around and kissed me for everything it’s worth. He kissed me like a man who was told he had one day left to live. Metallic rings that covered his fingers slid across my skin, creating goosebumps in their wake. At that moment, I was the center of his world. Forcefully, he nudged my knees apart with his leg. Settling himself between my thighs.
I felt his cock straining through his pants. He pressed into me, sandwiching me against the door. I pushed my breasts against his chest, smearing my blood between us. Hooking my leg around his hip, I changed the angle of how he was rubbing against me. I felt starved, ravenous. Sending the heat that roared inside me to his pants was easy.
He grabbed me by the thighs as a few knives dropped to the ground. His clothes now turned to ash. Strong hands lifted me. I wrapped both of my legs tightly around him while he leaned me into the door. Roughly, he fisted my hair and pulled down sharply, forcing my gaze up into his eyes.
“Those were my favorite pants,” he growled.
“Well, I think you’ll enjoy sticking your dick in me better.”
Seriously, why weren’t we just doing this already? I haven’t even gotten to see his dick yet.
“I love how you think you’re in control,” he said, tugging my hair harder. I felt the prickle of pain on my scalp as he continued to pull.
I winced slightly, but I held my ground. That and, honestly, I loved our battles. I couldn’t believe all the sexual things I was learning about myself since becoming a demon.
“Bed or nest?” he asked, and it took me a minute to figure out what he meant.
“Bed,” I said to the best of my ability while my neck was bent back so severely.
Justice released my hair and pulled away from the door with me. He gave me a little bounce, his hands repositioning under me to carry me better. I wrapped my arms around his neck, looking at him with a warm smile. He walked right past the fucking bed and gave me a little evil laugh.
“So, I get nothing I want tonight?” I pouted, looking him right in the eyes. That swirling green simply took my breath away.
He smiled, stroking my hair, “tonight, my fox, you will get everything,”
He stood in the middle of the nest. “Down you go, my fox,” he said, releasing his hold on me. I let go, somewhat awkwardly. He was taller than me and climbing off him like a monkey didn’t come across as sexy.
He didn’t let us separate, pulling me against his body the moment my toes hit the ground. His hand splayed across my lower back; fingers roaming downward. Both hands slowly spread down until he grasped me in his hands. I felt his cock on my stomach and knew for a fact he must have picked his own demon cock size, because it was perfect. I wasn’t one to go around complimenting dicks, but fuck, I wanted this one in my mouth.
Suddenly, I felt a bite of pain as Justice spanked my ass. A yelp escaped me, but I was learning to grab hold of the fresh bite of pain quickly, before it melted away again. It really was like a burst of extra stimulus for a temporary period. Honestly, it was addicting.
“What’s your plan now? Spank me every time I don’t listen to you, or what?” I couldn’t stop my mouth from saying it if I had tried. Which I didn’t.
I saw his jaw click. There was a monster lurking just beneath the surface, and I wanted to see it so badly. I adored the sweet bookworm Justice that I get to see most days, but I wanted to know his monster too.
“No more talking,” he said, taking a hand off my ass to grab one of his tattoos. The ink glimmered green as it came off his skin. He pressed the ink against my parted lips, and I felt my breath being stolen from my lungs. I inhaled sharply, relishing in the relief that I could breathe. It wasn’t until I went to attempt talking that the power of the spell revealed itself. Some basic grunts and groans, I’m sure moans would be ok, but no words. As soon as I tried, it’s like it hit a shimmering wall that zapped the words from existing.How the fuck would I be able to use the safe word now?
“Just like that, in your mind.” He smiled at me. At least I knew that worked.
“Then why bother with the silencing when I can be just as snarky in your head?”I looked at him with a challenging glare.
“Because you’re going to shut the door in your head unless you absolutely need to use it, or risk sending the messages out to Jax. He said the images he gets from you are pretty graphic.”
Fuck. He had me there. I did not feel comfortable sending bits of what I was about to do. “Fine,”I hissed.
Justice slowly released me, backing up a few steps to rake his eyes slowly up and down my body. I guess this was the first time we were really getting to see each other.
“You look fucking delicious, my little fox,” Justice said, biting the pad of his thumb. Tilting his head more to appreciate the view. I couldn’t feel insecure with the hunger written all over his gaze. That made me feel powerful and sexy, in a way I never really had before.
“Go sit down in front of the fire,” he suggested, moving to the side.
I was absolutely going to take a moment to appreciate my view of Justice Prince of Hell, completely naked. He was leaner than Jax and Jasper, with Jasper being by far the bulkiest of the three. He had a prominent v which led straight to his dick. When I said before, it was perfect, was nothing compared to looking at it. He was completely hard, and I could see the prominent veins. I wanted to touch him.
I took my fill then played along, for now at least. I sat comfortably facing the fire, my long blonde hair hung low against my bare back. When the time came, I knew I would pick a different color. It just wasn’t me anymore.
