Chapter 1
Devyn slowly counted to ten as her body spun from where it hung. Sweat ran down her body and her tongue darted out to lick over her dry lips. Every nerve in her body fired as the bolt of electricity raced over her skin and her vision went white for a moment while her fingers involuntarily tightened around the chains holding her suspended.
When her senses returned, she felt the burning in her chest and remembered her need to breathe. Gulping in air, she felt the claw dragging down her spine, causing goosebumps to rise over her flesh. When the claw pressed down on her flesh and broke through her skin her body arched to try and pull away while warm blood ran down her skin. A silent scream escaped her lips as the claw dragged down her body, opening up a deep gash.
She flailed and kicked, fighting to escape the pain caused to her body. A hand clamped around her throat, squeezing until she couldn’t draw in air. Gasping for air, she stared into the darkness as it condensed around her, hiding her assailants. Her world tilted and she found herself face down on a leather-covered bench.
She felt hands grabbing her wrists and ankles and her limbs were yanked apart. Claws and nails bit down into her skin as she felt like she was being pulled apart. Skin broke, tendons and muscles began to tear and she opened her mouth to shriek. Shadows rushed down her throat, choking her. Her body twitched and writhed as it was being torn apart and she was powerless to stop it.
Her heart felt like it was going to beat out of her chest as her shoulders were pulled out of place and her hip joint popped. Her eyes stared into the darkness as she listened to the sound of her blood dripping on the floor and she felt her mind beginning to slip away—.
A sudden jolt to her stomach and her eyes snapped open as the air rushed from her lungs. A fuzzy face stares down at her as her vision slowly clears, black hair framing her little face. Devyn was never happier for the sudden wake up by Raven, even as she struggled to draw in a full breath. “Honey, what have I told you about jumping on me when I’m sleeping?” she gasped, lifting a hand to comb through her daughter’s hair as she straddled her.
Raven had the wherewithal to look guilty. It had been six months and in that time her children had aged quickly, now looking like they were five or six, instead of their true age. “Sorry, Mommy. But, you were making these weird pain noises and you didn’t wake when I shook you. It was Damien’s idea,” she said, quickly pivoting to throw her brother under the bus.
“Like hell!” he exclaimed from where he sat on the other side of the bed. “I said we should go get Daddy Daryl.”
“Damien! Your mouth!” Devyn chastised, reaching over to grab his chin as Raven gave him a self-satisfied look. “You are not allowed to use those words!”
“Why not? You and Az and Daddy say it all the time. And Daddy Lucifer lives there,” he retorted, crossing his arms over his chest as he pouted. “Raven is still the one who jumped on you.”
She tried not to see Azazel in Damien’s features, or in his temper, but as he grew older it was hard not to recognize who their father was. His black hair was trimmed short, and his eyes matched the Grigori. With luck, he’d never know that the twins were his, and they’d only see her mates as their fathers. At the rate they were aging, if she could keep him away from them for several more years they’d be adults with a full understanding of why she didn’t want them knowing who their biological father was. Right now, they were far too young to be told the story of how they came to be.
“Let the little spawn use the word. It’s not as if he didn’t use it correctly,” Azmaveth’s voice broke through her thoughts as Damien wiggled free of her hold and leapt at the demon when he approached the bed.
Grabbing hold of his horns, Damien squirmed and struggled until he pulled himself up and was straddling Azmaveth’s shoulder. “See, Da thinks it’s perfectly fine,” he said.
Azmaveth slowly turned his head to stare at the grinning boy. “Don’t call me that, boy. I put up with you at best because you are hers. You were not produced from my loins,” he stated.
“What’s a loins?” Raven asked as she scrambled off Devyn, causing her to groan. Sliding off the bed, she moved to stand in front of the demon, her head tilting back to stare up at him.
“Don’t you fucking dare!” Devyn hissed at him as Azmaveth opened his mouth to respond. Her shadows coalesced around her as she pulled back the sheet and sat up, swinging her legs over the side of the bed.
“See? It’s not fair! You get to say those words and don’t get in trouble,” Damien whined, his lower lip sticking out.
“I’ve earned the right to use those words. When you are old enough, you can also earn the right,” she responded, before focusing on Azmaveth. “And do not answer her question. She can learn it at an appropriate age.”
Azmaveth shrugged, reaching up and plucking Damien off his shoulder, setting him down beside his sister like he weighed nothing. “I do not see the reason to hold back, little pet. They are not normal spawn and their minds would clearly understand the information shared with them, even if it is of an adult nature.”
“And when you shoot watermelon-sized beings from between your legs, then you can control what they learn and don’t learn, sir,” she stated.
“Your name sounds like a bad word, Da,” Raven pointed out, tilting her head slightly. “Well, sort of, but it’s really close.”
Damien perked up at that, an impish grin on his face. “Oh yeah! Assmaveth! You’re right sis,” he stated, darting out of the room at the look the demon gave him. His laughter echoed down the hall, and Raven chased after him, her giggles mixing with his laughs.
Devyn bit her lip as she tried not to laugh at the sour look on Azmaveth’s face. She leaned back as he strode towards her, grabbing her chin.
“I think I am going to introduce a new punishment. Any time you or your spawn…and I think I’ll add Daryl into that, swear, then I am pulling you over my knee and spanking your ass raw, little pet,” he mused.
“Wait a minute! That is not fair! Just because my kids found–” She was stopped from continuing by his thumb being shoved into her mouth, pressing down on her tongue.
He stared down at her, watching her lips close around the digit as he smirked. “Fine, then when your spawn or Daryl says it, I will spank you. When you say it, I will find a different use for this mouth, little pet,” he said, shoving his thumb further back into her mouth, feeling her tongue wrap around it.
Devyn glared up at him as she sucked on his thumb, her eyes flashing purple briefly before returning to their cobalt blue. Her eyes narrowed further as he smirked, before she gagged when his thumb hit the back of her throat.
“You give me that look, but I know you’ll likely swear just to earn that punishment, little pet,” he mused, his head tilting slightly. “I can sense it now. You want more than my thumb in your mouth. Your lips ache to be wrapped around my cock as you swallow my seed like a good little pet.”
A soft whine escaped her lips and he chuckled. “You want it so badly, my little pet. I can smell how wet just the idea is making you,” he said, sliding his other hand over her thigh, watching as her shadows dissolve away to reveal her slick folds.
He slid a finger along her slick, bringing it to his lips to taste. His eyes darkened to black as he kept his gaze locked on her. “I bet you would cum just from my seed filling your mouth, swallowing it down your eager throat. Go on then, take me out, little pet.”
There was no hesitation on her part as she moved her hands to undo his pants. Reaching in, she pulled out his hard length, her thumb rubbing over the bead of precum leaking from the tip. She swirled it around the swollen head before slowly stroking him.
“No touching yourself. You are to lay there and take what I give you and you are only allowed to cum after I release. If you touch yourself, you will spend the day bound on the floor. Am I clear, little pet?” he instructed, a low growl rumbling in his chest when she nodded.
Pulling his thumb from between her lips, he pushed her back on the bed as he climbed over her. Straddling her shoulders, he grabbed the base of his shaft and rubbed it over her lips.
She opened eagerly for him, her tongue flicking out to taste him as he slid past her lips. Her fingers curled into the sheets, knuckles whitening as he fed himself further into her mouth.
Leaning forward, his hands braced him on the bed as he thrust his hips forward. There was no build up, there was no gentleness as he used her mouth. Grunts escaped his lips as his hips snapped forward again and again while his legs held her pinned to the bed.
She breathed in through her nose, pulling in his smell of ash and musk and the scent that was purely him while his taste coated her tongue. She could feel her arousal leaking, dripping down her folds and soaking into the sheets. That fire in her core burned hotter as he drove himself faster and deeper.
She felt him hit the back of her throat and push deeper, cutting off her air. Her heels pressed into the side of the bed as that momentary panic shot through her before it disappeared as her need took over. She needed this, needed to ground herself in the pleasure after that nightmare she’d had. Her mind forgot everything except sucking on his cock while her tongue ran along the velvety-steel length.
His grunts grew louder as the wet sounds of his cock filled the room. Her scent invaded his senses and he knew she soaked for him. His claws pierced the bed as he drove harder into her, his clothed balls rubbing against her chin. “Fuck, your scent, you love this,” he groaned, sweat running down his face.
