The Little Sacrifice: Depraved Monsters and Decadent Myths, #3

By V.T. Bonds

Desperate for the Demon's lair.

For a love never meant to be, our bond thrives despite my weakness.

I fight for love, knowing more than my own life is at stake.

I'll protect what's mine with every breath.

No matter the cost.

*This Dark Omegaverse Romance is not for the faint of heart. If explicit scenes, violence, and D/s themes offend you, please abstain. Proceed with caution.*

• Language: English
• Publisher: V.T. Bonds
• Release date: Oct 31, 2020
• ISBN: 9781953950024

V.T. Bonds

V.T. Bonds is an avid reader of all things filthy and enticing. They began the slide into darkness one book at a time. And now the results are complete. V.T. Bonds’ imagination has blossomed into darkness so extensive they cannot withhold it from you any longer. Embark on a thrilling, steamy journey with them. Let them share their corruption with you, one book at a time.

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The Little Sacrifice

The Sacrifice Trilogy Part 3

Depraved Monsters and Decadent Myths

V.T. Bonds

Copyright © 2020 by V.T. Bonds

Cover design by V.T. Bonds

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No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.

*This Dark Omegaverse Romance is not for the faint of heart. If explicit scenes, violence, and D/s themes offend you, please abstain. Proceed with caution.*

Dedication

To my children – One day, many, many years from now, you may find my secret identity. If you do, I pray you understand, even if your tastes run in different directions. Know without a doubt, I’d do anything for you. I love you, each in your own way. I’m thankful for you and look forward to waking every morning just so I can spend time with you.

To you – Hold your loved ones close. You never know what the future holds.

The Little Sacrifice

Nari

No, I murmur, truly exhausted.

He doesn’t stop.

I push his head, wasting precious resources.

It doesn’t move him.

He keeps running his tongue over me, enjoying my exposed and undefended chest, but I’m so spent my body barely responding.

These last few weeks have been extreme. Extreme pleasure and pain. Extreme joy and frustration. Extreme fun and mortification.

My lifemates did not realize how much upkeep a human requires.

Neither believed me when I said humans eat a minimum of three meals a day. After they set out to prove me wrong by another round of amazing sex, they learned their lesson.

A lesson learned at my expense.

Worry tinged their anger as they tried to rouse me from my weakened heap on the floor. It took some time, but I strung a few words together and broadcasted them through our link, conveying to them my need for sustenance.

They haven’t allowed me to miss a meal since.

Neither of them believed me when I said I needed an interlude to relieve my bladder.

That was horrific.

I’ve never been so mortified in my entire existence.

When I complained during a magic training session about a headache, my Demon increased the intensity and my Beast demanded more focus. They relented only after my pain grew so great my eyesight left me.

They time each session with strict enforcement now.

For weeks I’ve been speaking, but no one has been listening. I suffer at their hands as they struggle to understand my needs, their bullheaded demeanors prohibiting them from heeding my pleas.

And yet again, my words and actions fall on deaf ears.

But what am I to do? They try in their own ways to take care of me.

A werewolf and a demon being sweet?

Never going to happen, but I'm desperate for slumber.

I haven’t gotten a solid eight hours of sleep in weeks. In fact, I doubt I’ve gotten longer than a two-hour stretch. They’ve used my body and pleasured my mind beyond exhaustion.

Even with their supernatural powers and healing saliva and jizz, I’ve reached my limit.

I love their attention and want every piece of them.

But I can’t keep this pace.

The last few days have been an improvement, since they’ve found the rhythm of keeping me fed, hydrated, and clean, since they’ve experienced the extremes should they fail to provide me with them.

They just can’t seem to keep their damn paws off me long enough for me to get some decent sleep.

I need that deep REM cycle. I crave it. Even with my eyes open I feel my conscience slipping into the recharging abyss of dreamland.

Once my eyelids fall closed, I can’t lift them.

I battle the urge to slide away into sleep, uncomfortable with Arctos' refusal to listen.

I miss seeing their faces. I miss my Brecht’s flaming irises and dark lips. I miss my Arctos’ piercing golden orbs and predatory smirks.

It feels like it’s been ages since I’ve had the energy to open my eyes.

The muted, drugged feeling of silky wetness manipulating my sensitive nipples creates a seething ball of dread behind my breastbone.

For the first time ever, I want to be left alone. I’m too tired to entertain either of their demands. I do not want to be touched, at all.

I want to sleep.

His persistent tongue keeps fondling me. A groan mixed with anger and frustration leaks out of my exhausted chest.

He snarls.

It’s terrifying, but I can’t even react. I just want him to let me sleep.

His elongated paws join in, kneading and pinching, adding to the unpleasant sensations pinging through me. I huff, feeling my mind slipping down into sleep despite his efforts.

He sends his expectations through our link, demanding obedience while forcing his dominance into my soul.

My heart shrivels, hating the abuse he doesn’t realize he’s forcing upon me.

I love him.

But no means no, and he isn’t listening.

His mental intrusion bars me from slinking away into darkness. Worms wriggle in my stomach as my joy turns sour.

The freedom I’ve found in his growl turns to ash as he increases his rumble, his anger growing as I don’t meet his unrealistic expectations.

My heart hurts. I hate the way he’s