Page 4 of Knight’s Retribution

“What is that?” Vorena said, and Rocco could feel the demon’s gaze move over him like the lick of a raspy, cold tongue. Somehow, he stopped himself from shuddering.

“He’s just a paid fighter I use occasionally.”

“He smells like wet dog,” Vorena said in disgust.

“Hellhound,” Willow said.

“Does he fuck like a dog as well?”

“I couldn’t say.”

Silence followed, becoming loud in the stuffy room. Willow didn’t move, didn’t speak, and it was hard, but Rocco followed her lead while the demon took him in from head to toe.

“He’s not ugly, a bit skinny, but there appears to be a more than adequate bulge behind his zipper. He might be worth mounting, girl. I hear hounds have big cocks, this one has. Unfortunately, demons are on the below-average side, which is why I need two.” She threw her head back and laughed, that same strange resonance filling the room and lifting the hair on the back of his neck. “I might make an exception for him, if it wasn’t my breeding time. It wouldn’t do to have some awful half-breed. Do you have offspring, witch?”

“No, I don’t.”

“My beloved daughter was lost to me a long time ago, and I thought my chance for another heir was over. But praise Lucifer, I can feel my womb quickening. I’m being granted the chance to have another child. I just need one of these useless males to fill me with seed until it takes.”

“I’m sorry for your loss,” Willow said.

The demon’s eyes narrowed again. “So what is it you want?”

Vorena looked toward Rocco again and reached down, gripped the flaccid cock belonging to the male under her, and started stroking. A groan came from beneath the cushions and the cock stiffened. Being a sex demon, she could force the male to get hard. Vorena shoved the demon’s head from between her thighs and pushed the prone male’s cock inside her, then waved the other one forward again.

He filled her as well. Then she waved another two demons over and got them to suck on her nipples.

The stench of sex increased, and Rocco’s stomach rolled.

Jesus fucking Christ.

“I need the blood of a…powerful demon,” Willow said.

Rocco noticed she refrained from using the word ancient. Offending Vorena would be a terrible idea. But hers was the only blood that would work; the older the demon, the more powerful the blood, and she was the oldest they knew of.

Her eyes flashed. “You dare ask for my blood, witch?”

“I don’t wish to offend, Vorena, but you’re the most powerful demon on this earth,” Willow said, stroking her ego. “No one is your equal.”

“What will you do with it?”

“I need a boost in power to enhance a binding spell created by one of my ancestors,” Willow said, telling her the truth.

“What is being bound?” Vorena asked, her curiosity sharpening her gaze, ignoring the panting males fucking her completely now.

If she detected a lie, they’d be in serious trouble, and the longer they stood there, the more restless Rocco’s demon was becoming. He wasn’t used to being suppressed, not anymore, and not this long, and the heightening sense of danger was calling his demon forward.

“A book of ancient spells. I need to unlock it, to help free a sister,” she flat-out lied. “She’s been held by a male who is not worthy of her. He wants her powers for himself and is forcing her to submit to him.”

Rocco bit back his growl. Because that part was not a lie, but staying close to the truth was their best bet, and Willow was appealing to Vorena’s hatred of men in power.

“He is a witch, this male?”

“Yes,” Willow said, lying again.

Vorena watched her closely. “If you’re lying, witch, I will find out and I will tear you to pieces, slowly.”

“Of course,” Willow said.