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  He lifted his wrists as high as they could go. “This is a bit much, no? I can’t cause as much damage with the magical cuffs around my wrists and the collar Natasha insists I wear,” he growled his frustrations.

  The cuffs and collar had been doused in a poison that didn’t allow Elijah any use of his mage powers. It left him virtually powerless and compliant only to awaken the demon that lurked underneath Elijah’s skin. Even now as he stood in his cage, he could feel the whispers of a hunger that didn’t solely belong to him. It wouldn’t be long before his body ached from his desire and those around him were driven to a maddening desire for something they couldn’t quite catch but would kill to experience.

  The heaviness of what Elijah was about to endure weighed him down. He knew the second the berserkers unhooked him from his chains he’d be taken up top to be put on display for the patrons of Lust. He’d be there to entice those who wanted to taste him and encourage those needing to fuck, like they needed the encouragement—they didn’t come to Lust for the drinks.

  Someone’s coming for you. Hang tight, Elijah.

  The words from his dream danced around his mind, giving him the false hope he needed to do this one more night as the berserkers walked into his cage. The words had been spoken by a brother, Lev, he never knew existed. The bastard had jumped into one of Elijah’s dreams the first few nights he’d been here, and it had been off-putting at first, especially with the information overload Lev dumped on his lap.

  According to Lev, Elijah was one of seven, each of them sharing the same shadow demon father who passed down a gift of sorts to each of them. Lev explained they each carried one of the seven sins inside of them. Lev had pride, and he didn’t have to tell Elijah that he was housing lust.

  Hearing the news made sense even if he didn’t really believe Lev. As far back as Elijah could remember, he’d been obsessed with the idea of sex and wanting to explore all the ways he could bring someone and himself pleasure. He chalked it up to being a horny teenager, but as he grew, so did his hunger. The monster inside of him seemed to be tied to his magic, and the more Elijah used it, the less control he had over his sin.

  Lev told him the other brothers were looking for some type of cure to combat the sins, but Elijah wasn’t holding his breath. Just like he wasn’t holding out hope that the words he thought he heard Lev speak to him meant a rescue squad was on the way to free him.

  Elijah was yanked forward, harsher than he thought was necessary, and the growl that ripped through his throat vibrated off the walls. He stared down at the berserker to his right, hoping the shithead would attack him. Berserkers were known for their temper, and it didn’t take much to set one, or in Elijah’s case three of them, off. He may be out of his magic, but he could still hold his own in a fight, and if he could get into a fight, he’d be out of commission and have to stay down here tonight.

  “Enough! You know the rules.” The nightwalker snapped.

  Yeah, no one but Natasha got to touch him down here.

  The berserker growled low in his throat, and just when Elijah thought he was going to take a swing, he yanked Elijah toward the entrance of his cage. “We know your tricks now.” The nightwalker hissed in his ear. “Natasha’s made it clear we’re not allowed to fight you.”

  Elijah rolled his eyes as they made their way past his cell and that of his companion. Elijah could hear Desmond’s labored breathing, and he glanced inside the cage and saw he was still in the fetal position, but his shaking had gotten worse. Elijah inclined his head toward Desmond’s cage, trying to listen for his heartbeat, but it had become too weak. Elijah didn’t think Desmond would make it past tonight, and it was a shame too. From the few conversations they had, Elijah knew he had a female out there who was probably worried sick about him, and he wasn’t going to make it home to her.

  Elijah was pulled forward, and whatever worry he had for his cellmate died as soon as they hit the steel doors separating the club above from the dungeon below. Elijah’s body tensed as the smell of sex became stronger. He could feel the monster stirring, awakening to the prospect of getting to play again, and Elijah knew there was nothing he could do to stop what was coming.

  Not only was he a slave to Natasha, she used his body for her sport, but he was a slave to his demon as well. Whatever it wanted it got, and there wasn’t much he could do to control it.

  Natasha stood tall in the middle of Lust. The main floor was a wide-open space, and she was surrounded by a sea of naked bodies, writhing in pleasure against one another. Lust had been packed out yet again thanks to Elijah’s growing popularity, though the patrons never really knew what it was he did to them. They just came to see the gorgeous sex demon with the body of a demigod and cock to match. If that so happened to turn them on to the point they fucked each other into madness, so be it.

  She flexed her hands, feeling the energy course through the club and course through her. She licked her lips as she fed on everyone’s pleasure, each moan was an appetizer followed by the entree of an orgasm. She used to have to touch those she fed on, but she learned early on that feeding from pleasure didn’t require her sticking her claws into someone and draining them of their essences and practically killing them. With a club like Lust that catered to those willing and wanting to fuck openly and in a group, it was easier for her to take a little from everyone to keep her sustained.

  Natasha also learned that she not only gained the life force of those who visited the club but she absorbed some of their powers as well. She gained magic from the witches, strength from the berserkers, speed from the vampires, and enhanced hearing and sight from the wolves that frequented Lust. She was the most powerful succubus in New Orleans, and soon she’d be the strongest in all the realms. There was a war on the horizon, one that would soon bleed over into her realm, and in the past, succubi hadn’t fared well in fights against other supernaturals. They were as weak as the pixies and the nymphs, and Natasha was tired of seeing her people slaughtered.

  Natasha heard the dungeon door click over the bass of the music, and she felt herself grow wetter, knowing Elijah was about to be brought on stage. She watched as her guards guided him to the St. Andrew’s cross that was made specifically to hold him. He was naked, except for the wrist cuffs and collar he wore. The color was a deep purple and gold to match the decor of Lust and let everyone know Elijah belonged to her.

  She widened her stance as she watched Elijah being strapped down to the cross. She let her right hand travel down her own naked body and dive in between her wet folds. She cupped her breast with her other hand, tugging at the taught nipple. She bit her bottom lip, knowing the cock on stage would soon be inside of her fucking her like he wanted to rip her in two. Natasha smirked, knowing that was exactly what he wanted. He threatened her enough times to know how he felt about his predicament, and it only enticed her more.

  She slipped her right hand from between her folds and brought her wet fingers to her lips, tasting what Elijah did to her. She hummed around her fingertips, thinking that when the war was over, she’d have Elijah as her king. She just had to break him first, and he would break—they always did.

  Elijah’s body ached from being bombarded with the scents of males and females quickly chasing their own orgasms. The ropes tied tight around his wrists and ankles were rough against his skin. He was gloriously naked, and his cock lay heavy against his stomach. He was hard and aroused by the few unwanted touches from the nightwalker who escorted him to the stage. They may have had orders not to harm him, but once Elijah was put on display, there were few rules when it came to him. The only thing they couldn’t do was fuck him without Natasha’s permission.

  The muffled and loud moans alike coated Elijah’s skin, making him break out into a sweat. His breathing was labored as he tried to tune out the sounds around him and focus on the music that poured through the speakers, but it wasn’t enough to drown out the sounds of skin slapping against skin. He couldn’t ignore those finding their pleasures in someone
or themselves, and it only heightened his own arousal.

  “Such a pretty cock.” He heard the husky voice in his ear before he felt the sharp tips of nails traveling down his chest to cup his heavy balls. He hissed out a breath on contact, and his hips involuntarily shifted forward, desperately seeking something that wasn’t there.

  Elijah hated this as much as his body craved it. He hated being trapped and held against his will. He hated the unwanted touches from species he never would have entertained when he was free, but fuck if it didn’t feel good to have her hands cupping his balls like she knew just the right amount of pressure he liked.

  The unwanted hand squeezed his balls again, and he felt a pair of teeth sink into his shoulder. His cock jutted up, hoping to get the female’s attention long enough that she’d kneel at his feet to put his cock in her mouth or break the rules and climb the cross to straddle his hips and fuck him into the oblivion he craved.

  “I heard rumors of a sex god that Natasha kept here, and I thought surely she would never have him on display for us to touch and tease him.” The feminine voice sounded hungry, and Elijah’s naked body was her meal of choice. “She usually keeps her pets hidden.”

  “Are you here for a stimulating conversation, or would you rather see what the cock you keep staring at can do for you?” he growled out of anger. Hearing Natasha’s name made him see red, and he flexed his hands, wishing the succubus’s neck was underneath them.

  Natasha was the cause of his torment and pain. He couldn’t remember exactly when or how he even got into her clutches, but Lust was his prison and she was his warden. She kept him shackled with a magic that kept his own magic at bay, but it enticed the monster that lived inside of him.

  It was the beast she wanted—what she fed on and what empowered her. Elijah was just the body her prized possession came in.

  The beast inside of Elijah craved the world he lived in, wanted to feast on the flesh of anyone who ever crossed his path. Even now, he could hear the murmurs of a voice that didn’t belong to him, urging him to sink his dick into the female who currently had her hands on him.

  “You think Natasha will let me fuck you?” she purred. “You are her favorite toy.” Her other hand wrapped around his aching cock, her small palm barely enough to completely wrap around him and gave it a tight squeeze.

  Elijah let his head fall back, and his hips pumped into her fist. It was always a battle of wills when it came to sex for him these days. On one hand, the normal part of him might have enjoyed this if it were of his own free will, but he hated that he had no say in what happened to him. The darker part of him, however, needed this like he needed his heart to continue to beat to keep him alive. It loved that Elijah was tied up and at the mercy of whoever was willing to touch him.

  “Don’t stop,” Elijah growled as she jerked him in her hands. He was desperate for a release. Natasha had kept him hard and hungry for something other than food. She wanted her prized stallion primed and ready to be on display for those who would visit the club.

  Elijah let the groan fall from his lips, too revved up to fight his reactions; his body needed this. He squeezed his eyes shut as he felt the first whispers of the monster inside of him start to slip from the binds he tried to keep it in. The female’s teeth were at his shoulder again with a roughness that wasn’t there before. She pierced his skin, and his blood trickled down his chest. He felt the warmth of another tongue lick its way up his chest, cleaning the blood that had been spilled, and it only made Elijah’s cock throb harder, and his breathing increase.

  The air in the club grew hotter, and Elijah could feel each and every heartbeat that pumped through Lust. He felt a wet mouth wrap around his dick, and he jerked his hips forward, growling when he heard the sound of whoever it was gagging on it.

  He was a monster or maybe the one that lived inside of him had finally taken over because right now, he couldn’t find his will to want this to stop. He didn’t give a shit about right or wrong at the moment, all he cared about was making his cock disappear inside the willing mouth.

  Elijah fed off the urgency that was pumping through the club as loud as the music. He loved the desperation he could feel as everyone chased their own pleasures. He wanted to be just like the nameless faces in the crowd for once, instead of the prize pony he was.

  “Open your eyes, Elijah.” Natasha’s voice was like an arctic blast over his too hot skin. Elijah growled again, and his eyes snapped open to see a naked Natasha standing in front of him. His eyes roamed her body more out of habit than want. She was gorgeous—a temptation, but Elijah assumed given what she was, that was to ensure her survival.

  She had curves for days, mouth-watering breasts tipped with rosy nipples that any man would beg to taste. She had long, brown lush hair, designed for a man’s hands to get wrapped up in and plush lips that made a man want to rub his cock between.

  Most males saw a goddess when they saw Natasha. If he hadn’t known what a true bitch she was, Elijah would have confused her with one as well.

  She snapped her fingers, and all at once the hands and mouths stepped away from Elijah. “You never let us have any fun, Natasha,” the woman pouted in his ear.

  Natasha walked closer to him. “There’s a club filled with males, females, and probably woodland creatures, have your pick, Talia. This one….” She grabbed the head of his dick, pushing out the precum that spilled from his tip and coating the rest of his shaft with it. Her tight grip made Elijah shudder in her hold.

  “This one is mine.” She released him and gripped his shoulders. In one quick motion, she hopped up and straddled his waist. “Your eyes are purple again,” Natasha purred. “I can feel it now when he’s out.” She licked her lips before she slowly sank onto his waiting dick. The slower she went, the more torturous it was for him, but he held himself still, waiting till she allowed him to fill her completely.

  Elijah hated and loved how her tight, slick heat engulfed him. It felt wrong and right every time she touched him. He feared it had to do with the magic chains she kept tied around his wrists and neck, and he knew the day he stopped fighting her would be the day he was under her complete control.

  They both let out a groan when Elijah was inside of her to the hilt. She paused a second, and he could feel her walls spasm around him. “Fuck me, already,” Elijah bit out, needing his own release because he knew once he came, the monster would go back in its cage and he would be done for the night.

  Natasha chuckled. “What’s the rush? You enjoy this just as much as I do.” Her words turned into a needy moan when Elijah slowly pumped his hips into her. She sank her claws into both of his shoulders hard enough to draw blood. He hissed out, not from the pain it caused but from the pleasure that shot straight to his balls.

  This was maddening—the war he had against himself and his hatred toward Natasha. He wanted to snap her neck with his bare hands, and in the same breath, he wanted to fuck her till she was the only thing he saw. He had to find a way to break the binds she had on him, he couldn’t let himself continue to fall prey to her.

  “You better hope I never get free, Natasha,” he grunted between thrusts.

  “And why is that?” she moaned.

  “Because I’m going to enjoy making you bleed.” He bit her bottom lip hard enough to draw blood as they continued to fuck each other like they were trying to tear one another in half.

  Elijah pounded into her with no remorse. He didn’t care if he was being gentle or not. He didn’t particularly give a shit if she found her release, this was about him and his need to call back the monster she enjoyed unleashing. But as his own orgasm licked at the base of his spine, he could already feel her starting to feed from him and everyone in the club.

  There was a reason Natasha was the most powerful succubus in New Orleans, when she fed, it wasn’t just to sustain her—she was absorbing everyone’s powers. It was in small bursts so none of those at Lust would notice, but she’d been doing it for long enough now, Elijah didn’t
think anyone would survive if they went up against her.

  “You can’t stop what’s coming, Elijah,” she moaned. “You can fight me as much as you want, but it’ll never be enough to free yourself.” Her nails dug deeper into his skin, and this time he howled in pain.

  Natasha grinded her hips faster, he could feel that she was close, and he could do nothing to stop her from coming. Her body shook around him, and he felt her walls suck him deeper inside of her as she came all over his dick. Her head fell forward onto his shoulder, and even though Elijah couldn’t move much, he still shifted his head away from hers, avoiding seeking comfort in her.

  She let out a contented sigh before she laughed. Her lips were at his ear. “Your release won’t come tonight, at least not until I’ve fed on everyone here.” She licked under his ear before she unhooked her claws from his skin and jumped off of his cock with ease.

  Elijah let out a groan at the loss of the orgasm that was just within reach. “You have more than enough, Natasha.” He dropped his head in defeat. “Let me go.” The words were a whisper. He heard the agony and sadness in his own voice, and he prayed she didn’t hear it. The last thing he ever wanted to do was appear weak to her.

  Natasha gripped his chin. “You keep me well fed without dying, and you pack this club every night. You will always belong to me, Elijah.” She leaned in closer, and he could smell himself on her like a perfume he wished she wouldn’t wear. “I know you haven’t been out in the world in a long time, but let me tell you how things work. When war is coming, you never get rid of your best assets.”

  Natasha took a step back and snapped her fingers. “Take him down below.” Elijah growled out a warning even though he knew he couldn’t do much once he was set free from the St. Andrew’s cross he was on. The magical cuffs kept him bound to her and powerless. All Natasha had to do was snap her fingers, and he’d be brought to heel like a good little boy.