Dante closed his eyes and clung to the simple joy of his sister. She was safe and healed. His eyes burned, but the ache in his chest eased.
The female stepped in front of him and braced both hands on her leather-clad hips. "You seem to still have a heart, even if you haven't a soul. Perhaps you'll willingly help us find our friend."
He forced his breath in and out, searching for the brakes on his racing emotions. What he needed was to make sure Clarice stayed just as safe as she thought she was. It was the only thing that mattered. "In exchange for my sister's continued safety I would cut the heart from my chest."
The male's lips twitched. "Then some information will be very little to ask. All we want to know is where the demons took Flayvor."
It was very little. He'd tell them now if he could, if it would do any good. The only information he had would be useless until the club opened at dusk. That was when Maya would arrive. Only she knew where the lost demon could be found, and he had no idea where she spent her days.
Then something that might not be the most honorable option slunk into his mind. What if he offered himself one last day of pleasure? Even if they refused to kill him, he could take another morning stroll. Why shouldn't he take advantage of the time he had with these two sex demons?
Because their comrades helped Clarice?
Because the demons had saved him even before they realized they needed him?
Shit.
"So what will it be? Will you help us or will we force you to help us?" The male demon continued to lean against the end of the booth, but tension visibly coiled in him, like a snake preparing to strike.
"I will tell you everything I know in exchange for three things." Dante ran his fingers through his tangled hair. Was he really going to do this? Shit, shit, shit.
Spyce snorted. "Guess that makes us genies."
"Speak for yourself, love. I'm no fucking genie." Mayce's black eyes never left Dante. "Just say what you want, asshole."
Dante sucked in his breath. Yes, he was an asshole but at least he wouldn't be for much longer. "First, I want Clarice safe and free to choose her own life."
"Done," the male said without hesitation.
Dante's breath came out in a ragged whoosh. "Second, I want to experience the pleasures offered by Synn demons, by both of you, in every way."
Spyce jerked as if struck. "Do you understand what we use sex for? We fucking kill with it. If you want the full experience, you will die. Sometimes even a vampire can't escape the sexual high that ultimately leads to death."
"The suicidal fuck knows. What is the third demand?"
Dante smiled grimly, glad that at least the male understood. "If I survive the sex, I want you to kill me."
The female's jaw hung open but the male straightened, holding out a hand to seal the deal. "Agreed. We will meet all your demands in exchange for useful information leading to Flayvor's rescue." Their hands came together. The demon's grasp tightened down painfully. "With one bit of understanding. If Flayvor does not survive you will die slowly, painfully, in ways that I guarantee won't get you off. You see, we already know you were involved with the bastards who took him. I don't particularly care if it was willing or not."
Dante let the slight pain wash through him. He nodded, and the agreement was done.
"What information do you have?"
This would be the tricky part. "I will tell you when the club opens at sundown."
"Delay could cost our friend his life," Mayce snarled. "Tell us now."
The command jumped through Dante's body. This male would make a damn good Dom, if only they had the chance to play. Even his master's voice so long ago hadn't offered such a physical reaction. He breathed in the strength and dominance and felt it ease his stretched muscles. Still, he knew this would end badly if they thought he was putting their friend in danger for the sake of selfish pleasure. "I can tell you what was said and done, but it honestly will do you no good until sundown. That is when the woman I can put you in touch with will arrive here. All I ask is that you use the time we have to fulfill one of my requests."
"This whole situ sucks," the female said.
"Easy, love. It does suck, but he won't be getting off so easily." He pulled the female, Spyce, into his arms. "Well, vampire, this is how it will go down. We will give you your game of pleasure and quite likely want to kill you long before dusk, but you will answer any and every question given and obey every single command spoken. That is the way we play, and you will abide those rules."
A shiver of expectation danced down Dante's spine. The thought of these two dominating him lifted his cock into a hard, aching erection. He truly had been raised by a master Dom and missed the sexual side of those days even if he didn't miss the sadistic side. His sister would never have understood that darker need. But these two would, and better yet, they'd offered him just what he craved. The tension eased from Dante's body as he sank to his knees before the two demons. "Let the games begin."
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