Dirty Pact—1

Calla’s POV

The circle was drawn in blood. Not mine.

I used the heart of a goat, sliced it open, and watched the steaming red spill onto the cold stone floor. The smoke rising from the symbols shimmered like oil, slick and hungry. Every flicker of candlelight danced with anticipation, the air tightening like a stretched string ready to snap.

They told me never to summon Rhaziel.

They said he was primal. Insatiable. That the last witch who tried ended up on her knees for three days, screaming into the dark, unable to speak her own name afterward.

But I didn’t come here to be safe.

I came to make a deal—and I knew exactly what kind of deal Rhaziel made.

“Come to me, Rhaziel,” I whispered, my voice low in the room. “By the seal of flesh, by the bond of blood, by the craving of lust—I summon you.”

The flames blew out at once, every single one.

Silence. Then—

A deep, guttural growl rumbled through the room, like thunder crashing inside my chest. The kind of sound that made your thighs press together on instinct. I gripped the edge of the altar as the air tore open in front of me. A black rip, jagged and pulsing, split the space inside the circle.

And then he stepped through.

Not walked—stepped. Like he belonged in this realm. Like he was crawling out of my own wet, wicked thoughts.

Eight feet of raw, muscle-thick sin. Horns curved back from his temples, black as onyx. Eyes glowing like molten gold. His chest was bare, runed and tattooed in dark markings that pulsed faintly under his skin. His claws flexed as he looked around, nostrils flaring, already searching for me.

Then his gaze found me.

“You called me,” he said, voice like cracked stone soaked in honey. “You reek of need.”

His eyes dropped lower. I hadn’t bothered with robes. Just the leather corset I laced myself into and thigh straps beneath. The kind of outfit designed to draw attention, to make a demon’s mouth water. But Rhaziel didn’t look hungry.

He looked starved.

“I want vengeance,” I told him, my chin tilted up.

“Of course you do.” He stepped closer to the edge of the circle, but didn’t cross. His tail flicked behind him like a whip. “But you know my price.”

“I do.”

“You will give yourself to me.”

“I will.”

“Your body, your voice, your pleasure.”

“Yes.”

He grinned—and fuck, it wasn’t a nice grin. It was a feral grin. A grin that made you crave. Sharp teeth and promise. “Then come to me, little witch. Break the circle.”

I hesitated. Not out of fear. I hesitated because I knew that the second I did, I wasn’t in charge anymore. Once that line was broken, I was his. That was the agreement. That was what the spell demanded.

And I wanted it.

I dragged my boot across the chalk line.

The air snapped.

He was on me in a flash.

One hand wrapped around my throat, pressing me back against the stone wall, and I let out a startled gasp as my feet left the ground. His other hand gripped my hip, claws slicing through the leather like paper.

“You knew my name, little witch,” he growled against my ear. “You knew what I was.”

“I did.”

“And you still summoned me.”

“I needed you.”

“You need to be fucked.”

My breath caught.

He sniffed me. Actually sniffed me, dragging his nose along my jaw, down to my neck. “You’re already wet. I haven’t even touched your cunt.”

He hadn’t. But my thighs were slick, heat pulsing low in my belly like fire licking up my spine. Every inch of him radiated heat and sex and danger. And I wanted all of it.

“You’ll scream,” he murmured, lowering me just enough to drag his fingers between my legs. “You’ll scream for me. And you’ll love it.”

I didn’t answer. My lips were parted, but no words came. Just a moan—soft, needy—as his clawed fingers slipped under the strap between my thighs.

One thick digit stroked over my soaked slit, and I arched into his palm.

“You smell like sin,” he rumbled. “And you taste better.”

His mouth crashed onto mine—rough, dominant, claiming. His tongue shoved past my lips without hesitation, licking into me like he owned every breath I took. I kissed him back hard, letting him devour me. His claws dug into my ass, lifting me, dragging my legs around his waist.

And fuck—there it was.

I felt him.

Pressed against me, thick and burning hot through his leathers. He hadn’t even pulled himself out yet, but I could already feel how big he was.

“You’re going to split me in half,” I breathed.

Rhaziel growled again, dragging his mouth down to my throat. “Then break for me.”

He tossed me onto the altar like I weighed nothing. The stone was cool against my skin as he tore the rest of my corset away in one swipe. My breasts spilled free, nipples stiff, back arching for him without shame.

He bent down, sucked one into his mouth, and bit—just enough to make me cry out.

“You made a deal,” he said, licking the sting. “Now I’ll take what’s mine.”

He stripped off his pants in one fluid motion.

My mouth went dry.

His cock was massive. Thick and veined, dark red near the base and tapered to a slightly curved, ridged head. It pulsed, already dripping, already aimed at me like a weapon forged to ruin.

He gripped himself, pumping once, slowly.

“This is what you offered.”

I nodded, breath shaky.

“And you’ll take every inch.”

I bit my lip. Nodded again.

Rhaziel climbed between my legs, spreading me wide. His claws gripped my thighs, dragging me down the altar until his cockhead was pressed against my slick folds.

“Say my name,” he ordered.

“Rhaziel.”

“Again.”

“Rhaziel—please.”

He pushed inside.

Only the head. I gasped, hands gripping the edges of the stone.

He wasn’t gentle.

He was slow—on purpose. Stretching me open inch by inch, forcing my body to accept the width, the burn, the sheer impossibility of how big he was. My head fell back as he sank deeper, and I let out a strangled cry when he hit a spot no mortal ever had.

“That’s it,” he growled, voice rasping. “Take me.”

My body shook, pleasure and pain tangling into something too deep to contain. He wasn’t even all the way in yet. There was still more.

More thickness. More pressure. More demon cock that felt like it was made to break me.

And fuck, I wanted to be broken.

“Good girl,” Rhaziel snarled. “Now scream for me.”

He pulled back—and slammed in, fully.