Page 63 of Soul Redeemed

“As futile as it may seem to you, it so happens you’re the only who can. He won’t listen to anyone else.”

He wouldn’t listen to her, either. Luckily, it wasn’t up to Calix anymore.

To save him, it was up to her.

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Calix balled his hands into tight fists against the binds, staring through the dim light of his room at nothing in particular. His mind sought to tug him into the vault where his darkest memories awaited him. Body shaking with the effort of holding on to his consciousness, he slammed his eyes shut and willed happy thoughts to arrive, ones that might weaken the hold of those threatening to pull him under.

Months ago, when he’d sat at the bar with his brothers, laughing and drinking Elysia as they lightheartedly bantered Zeke about one of his bat-shit exes.

Lying underneath the stars with Ava, sweat coating their naked bodies after he’d laid his claim to her.

Please. Anything to peel his mind from the dark cloud that loomed at the back of his head.

A pang of hunger struck his stomach, and a flash of Calix, lying against the cement floor with the blood-stained burlap draped across his groin and his arms tethered to the wall, slid behind his eyes.

He winced and recoiled, tugging the chains that bound him in reality.

No, no, no.

The screams of his sister pierced his thoughts and Calix slammed his head back into the pillows, eyes clamped as he whipped his head back and forth.

“You hear that sound, love?” The female’s voice had been programmed to incite him, evident in the hardening of his muscles. “The male who’s taken your sister loves watching her bleed.”

“Why are you doing this?” The panic in Calix’s chest had weakened his voice.

“You’re a dirty mutt, Calix. Filthy scum of the underworld. And you’re an incubus. A slave.”

“Please. Let us go. We won’t say a word about this.” Calix knew his pleas would fall on deaf ears, but he was desperate to save his sister, yet far too frail to fight.

“My mate is a prominent figure. Letting you go would destroy his reputation.”

“I won’t say a word! By gods, I swear!”

Kicking her head back, she let loose a mirthless laugh that bounced off the empty walls. “No, no, Calix. You will feed my sexual desires, ones my husband wouldn’t dream of entertaining. That is your lot in life. The sooner you accept this, the more you’ll come to enjoy my hands on your body. Whether it’s a hard slap, or a kind caress.”

A stroke of Calix’s hard cock alerted him to the pangs of starvation roiling in his gut, and he arched off the ground with an outcry.

“You’re starving. So fucking hungry. And hard.” Leaning down, she tongued the tip of his dick, teasing the small bit of pre-cum that leaked from the head as she sucked him.

The sensation tightened his stomach with a wave of nauseating pleasure, and he hated himself for enjoying it. For craving the fullness of her lips, taking him to the hilt.

“Such a beautiful cock you have, Calix. I could suck you for days.”

At the release of her grip, hot jolts of pain needled his stomach like the stab of a knife. “Fuck!”

“Yes, it’s nearly time for that. And I have a surprise.” Lips to his ear, she nipped his lobe with her teeth and whispered, “A female. Taken as a slave by a gang of incubi. For weeks, they had their way with her. Tormented her. Kept her prisoner. Starved her. And nearly left her for dead. I lied and told her that I had a brother of one of her captors locked in my dungeon. She can’t wait to meet you.”

“Why do you hate us? Why do you do these things to us?”

“Because I can.” The white of her teeth glowed in the dim light of the room as she smiled, taunting Calix’s fists to knock her back on her ass. “I enjoy watching you suffer.”

“I’ll drain this female. You’ll bear witness to her murder.”

Another laugh rattled his skull, and when her finger stroked his cheek, his lip peeled back in disgust. “Silly boy. You can’t drain a succubus.”

Flames tore through his veins as the hunger made itself known. The salve had worn off, and Calix needed another fix.