Page 18 of Hellish Witch (Playing with Demons #3)

Chapter 17

“ S weetness,” a lilting rasp called to me, echoing strangely in my ears.

Pine and wood smoke mixed with the scent of something rich and sweet, tempting me to seek its source. Warmth bathed my lower body, and a fire crackled nearby.

Soft material covered my eyes, shrouding me in darkness.

I tried to reach for it, but the same softness coiled around my wrists, trapping my arms above my head. It tightened as I pulled against it.

My ankles were similarly bound, spread wide to lay me out, arched over a curved surface. The angle gave me the faintest rush of blood to the head.

Roughness scraped at my back through a thin material as I tried to wriggle out of my restraints. A silken fabric draped my body, cinching in at my waist like a dress.

I’d been blindfolded and bound.

I sucked in a deep breath, trying to figure out what was going on, but the instinctual panic I’d have expected was missing.

Something soothed my nerves, cocooning me in a detached sense of safety I had no right to feel.

Why? Had I been drugged?

I twisted my hand, grazing the surface I lay on. Cool, rough grooves met my fingertips—the bark of a tree, but I was at the wrong angle for it to be upright.

The melodious hum of firebugs seeped in.

I was still in the forest. It must still be night-time.

But why was I trussed to a fallen tree like some sacrificial offering?

“Sweetness,” the familiar voice purred again, right by my ear.

I jolted in my restraints. “Kill?”

Sharp points traced down my neck, causing me to shudder. My nipples peaked against the soft fabric, teasing me with each sharp inhale.

“You summoned, my witch?” His rich voice washed over me.

My fangs found my lower lip as his meaning sank in.

I was dreaming and had somehow drawn him here. Just like before.

Warmth that had nothing to do with the fire bathed my cheeks.

After the evening’s surprise revelations, the furry duo had returned, giving me an excuse to hurry off to feign sleep on my flimsy bedroll, trusting they’d keep watch. Clearly, I’d actually fallen into sleep’s clutches, and the psychotic incubus had followed me into them.

“You can go,” I rasped, moistening my dry lips and feigning casual, like I wasn’t strapped to a tree. “We don’t need a repeat of last time.”

Wood creaked on either side of my head. Something brushed my hair, sharpness faintly scraping my temples. Warmth hovered over my front.

“Don’t we?” His words whispered against my lips with the faintest tease of air. “And what would you know about what I need?”

Darkness wrapped around me like feathered wings.

The lack of sight heightened every feeling, yet nothing felt quite real, because I couldn’t see the incubus above me.

Like maybe this could just be a dream after all.

“Maybe I need to feed you. Maybe I need your taste on my tongue again. Your screams echoing oh so prettily in my ears.”

Warm and damp, his forked tongue flicked over my lips in the barest trace.

My breathing roughened until my chest grazed him with every harsh inhale, taunting the stiff peaks of my nipples through the material separating us.

Something silken traced up my calf, running along the inside of my leg. I shivered at the feel of his tail on me. Already knowing if he inched higher, he’d find out just how much I wanted him.

“Tell me what you need, sweetness.” His voice dropped to that husky, low octave that had me craving him even more. “You wouldn’t have summoned me here with you laid out like a beautiful offering if there wasn’t something you wanted.”

The smoky caramel scent of his was drugging. I knew he was just above me, taunting and teasing, but there was nothing I could do to reach for him. Or stop him.

My fang found my lower lip again.

Words were impossible.

Warm, rough skin gripped my jaw. His other palm stroked down my throat, over my collarbone, ending in sharp points across my heaving chest.

The slight sting was so at odds with the delicate graze of his silky tail up and down my thighs. Every touch sent ripples of sensation through my body. Even his teasing was merciless.

He withdrew all at once, and cool air rushed over me, leaving me bereft.

“Sweetness…,” he rasped. “Tell me what you want, or I leave. I’m not a good demon. I can’t promise I won’t have to pleasure myself, all alone, to the image of your sweet body tied up like a gift just for me.”

“Stay.” The word slipped past my lips before I could think it through.

The forest seemed to hold its breath along with me.

I could practically feel his devious smirk. Feel his gaze caressing my body, offered up for him to claim like some dark god.

I licked my lips, fantasies running riot. I was unable to see a thing, my nerves wound so tight I thought I’d snap.

“Please, Kill.” The words slipped out on a breathy moan, and I yanked on my restraints.

A growl rumbled above me. I had a single moment to brace as warmth swamped my front without touching.

Sharp heat sliced into my throat.

My back arched off the rough bark at the sting delivered between Killian’s soft lips.

Pleasure drowned the pain in the next breath. Heat rushed through my bloodstream, pulsing outwards as his venom slid through my veins. It pooled low in my body, sparking through my core in the most delicious way I’d never felt before. Hot but so achingly empty.

A low whine slipped from my lips, and Killian growled into my throat, sending another rush of heat slicking my core.

I ached to rub my thighs together, to do anything to ease the throb between them, but the restraints held me in place. I was unable to do anything but thrash and moan as Killian toyed with me.

His fangs released me, and the incubus laved my throat, his forked tongue almost as hot as the venom lighting me up.

“Even the nectar in your veins is sweet,” he growled. “So fucking addictive.”

Soft tips traced both my arms, igniting the venom everywhere it touched until it fizzed beneath my skin. His feathers continued their path, teasing over the tops of my breasts. They slipped under the material covering me, brushing my nipples.

I moaned as the sensation peaked with his taunting caress.

The feathers dipped to my legs, dragging along my sensitive inner thighs and slowly pushing the fabric up, baring me to the warm night.

A sharp inhale sliced the tension, followed by a masculine groan. “You’re dripping for me. Such a needy little witch, aren’t you?” Killian purred, his voice as teasing as his wings on my body and his venom in my blood.

My chest heaved, heart pounding hard enough to rush his drugging essence through my entire body. A part of Killian was already inside me, and the thought made me dizzy until I floated adrift in the soft darkness.

“Kill,” I moaned, aching for him to really touch me. “Please.”

A dark chuckle rumbled from above. “Oh, sweetness. I like you moaning my name just a little too much.”

Silken steel traced through my slick folds. It reached the sensitive bundle of nerves at my apex, and I bucked in my restraints on a desperate gasp.

“Say it again,” he demanded.

My lips parted on a moan instead, my cheeks on fire.

This was Killian .

The tantalising venom in my system blurred how real this was, but nerves crept in at the edges.

His tail descended with a wet slap.

I gasped, arching off the tree. The lewd sound jolted through me as much as the shock of sensation through my clit.

“Say. My. Fucking. Name,” he snarled.

But he didn’t wait.

His arrowhead plunged into me, eclipsing the emptiness in one punishing thrust. I writhed, biting my lip until I tasted blood, scraping my back through the material trapped under me, but not a single part of me could care.

The ruthless demon dragged his tail out and thrust back in. The stretch was sinful, but I was already soaked from his unique venom, rushing liquid pleasure through my bloodstream.

Hands skimmed down my sides and pinned my hips to the tree. My heart pounded in anticipation, laced with nervous energy.

A low growl rumbled from him. “If you won’t say it, sweetness, I’ll make you scream it while you come on my tail like my good girl.”

His tail drew back and slammed home. Only Killian’s hands kept my body in place as I thrashed. He tail-fucked me like a demon possessed, my whole body jerking with every rough thrust filling me.

Something warm and wet lashed my clit.

“Oh fires!” I yanked on my restraints, but my wrists were locked in place. “Please,” I whined, almost sobbing at the overwhelming sensations assaulting my core.

I couldn’t see him, but knowing it was Killian playing with me, choosing how he wanted to touch me, to take me…

It drove me right to the edge.

His forked tongue laved my clit, rough yet wet, hard, sloppy lashes that gave me everything I needed and forced me to take even more.

He snarled, the dangerous sound raising the hair on my nape even as the sensation drugged me.

Vibrations quaked my lower lips as he growled low, “The sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted.”

He upped the ferocity until his silken tail attacked my fluttering channel. My inner walls squeezed the wide intrusion, struggling to take the delicious onslaught.

The fire in my blood roared, lighting me up from the inside as pleasure crashed through me, exploding like fireworks in the darkness.

“Killian!” The scream finally burst free, shattering me from the inside out.

Everything hazed as I writhed and thrashed, trapped on Killian’s tail as he drew out every ounce of my pleasure, fucking me through wave after wave of bliss, wringing it from my aching core until I whimpered at the overstimulation.

His arrow eased from between my thighs, and I twitched with the aftershocks.

A low groan washed over me, a wet sound snagging my attention through the dark. “Sweeter than candied petals.”

My core clenched at the mental image of him tasting my pleasure off his tail.

Heat covered me, and soft, moist lips pressed to mine. I gasped into the gentle kiss, my lips trying to follow after his, but the tricky demon pulled back.

The fabric was tugged from my eyes, and I blinked rapidly as light flooded my vision.

A bonfire crackled and popped in the centre of a shadowy forest. The smokeless fire was an unnatural ruby shade, like blood set aflame—the colour of my dark magic rather than the hell-fire’s lilac shade outside the dreamscape. Wildflowers, painted with a rainbow of bioluminescence, swayed in an invisible breeze before the huge fallen redwood I was draped over. More trees bordered the cocooned space. Colourful firebugs dotted the air like stars brought within reach, their low humming a lazy melody.

It looked like the Bloodwood clearing where Killian had snuck up on me but with the magic dial cranked way up.

The dream world filtered in with each hazy blink.

And Killian was at its centre, a sinful smirk on glistening lips.