Belphegor Obey Me Novels & Stories

Our Alpha can be pretty cool. "With the moon goddess forever by your side, you can open your eyes" the cheesy phrase is said, and we do. I do. I get hit with sandalwood and pine so fucking hard it makes me dizzy. My wolf is whining and making my nerves flood my system. My eyes roam the crowd of people, and then in the corner of my eye, I see, I feel Axton staring at me. I turn my head slightly, and my wolf howls. MATE!

When he went lower, I let him spank and squeeze my ass. I ran my hands through his face, biting my lips, and giving him orders. “I want you to take me to bed, press your full weight on me, and fuck me until I can't breathe anymore. If I can walk after, I'll score you zero over ten in the morning.” A spotted the dark momentary glint in his eyes. “You're begging to be killed.” “You're begging to be too obsessed. I will corrupt you with all of me and will seduce you to death.”

If she was going to be in any kind of relationship, she wanted it to be real. "But you aren't going to be my girlfriend," he went on. "You are going to be my slave. You're going to do what I say when I say it and that's all. Right?" Lexi nodded. When he stuck his head out, staring down with a dark frown, she shrank back. "Yes. I'm your slave," she said. He nodded. "Where's your phone?" "Pocket," Lexi said, pointing at her back jean pocket with her nose.

He silently cursed his own foolishness. He reached for his phone again and called his assistant to track down a contact. Not long after, he got the number he needed. And yes, it was Bella’s number—the only close friend of Claire that Antony knew of. A wide yawn echoed as a greeting from a distance. The phone's owner likely had no idea that the person calling was her CEO. “Who is this?” Bella asked, her voice still groggy with sleep. “It’s me, Antony,” he replied in his usual flat tone.

“See that guy over there?” I followed the direction of his trembling finger and in that moment it felt like the earth shifted under my feet. My eyes were caught in a shimmering pool of blue fire that seemed to burn me from the inside out. I couldn’t look away. “Who is it?” I just about heard Corrine’s question or the roaring in my ears. “It’s him. We are in so much trouble.” “Him who?” Corrine sounded confused. “The King. The guy who rules the world.”

“Dani, what’s going on? Did I just hear you say that Angel and Tequila will be taking care of the club house? I thought it was going to be Cherry and I that will be doing that? How could you change your mind so fast?” “That’s what Mr. Baphomet wants, and he is the owner of this place plus he’s my boss that I need to listen too, So Angel and Tequila I need you both to come with me please so I can show you both the outfits you’ll need to change into and also I need you both to understand what your job are going to be working in the club house.”

Her heart nearly exploded out of her chest. Belphegor. But then, in a flash, he shifted. His form morphed into a tall, striking man with raven-black hair and the chiseled build of a champion swimmer. His smile was magnetic, but ReNew knew the truth. The demon gently tapped her hand. “Wake up, little one…” He motioned to Beth and Odo. “You have what you want. I have what I want. Now leave.” The Imp slammed the door shut behind them. “My master needs privacy,” it sneered. “The transaction is complete. Begone!”

The gesture doesn’t seem to be natural at all, like there was some sort of invisible hand forcing him down. “Dang it!” He curses, folding his hands on his lap obidiently. In the background, I hear Belphegor laughing hysterically. “What’s going on? What are you doing?” I eye Mammon suspiciously. “It’s not me that’s doing this. It’s you!” “Me?” “It’s the power of the pact! You gave me an order so I have no choice but to follow.” As he whines, Belphegor’s laugh becomes increasingly loud.

Fuck me now. “W-What do you want?” Help me. Help me, please. He chuckles. “You’re ready on the floor, doc, so this should be easy.” Fuck me. “What do you want?” “Kneel.”

In its place was a suffocating, hollow silence that clawed at my chest. “Aria...” Nyx’s voice echoed softly within my spiritual core, devoid of its usual arrogant cruelty, replaced by a rare, solemn caution. “The Sovereign’s bond is a dangerous weapon to lose. His wolf is wounded. A wounded Alpha king does not play chess; he tears down the board.”