Page 22 of Wreaking Havoc
With the eyes of a killer.
Sascha’s eyes may have been the same icy color, but they didn’t exude coldness, not like that. Kai found himself oddly grateful for that fact. He wouldn’t have wanted Sascha to have a killer’s eyes. Sascha didn’t need them anyway. He could continue to be strange and varied and sweet.
He had Kai to do his killing for him.
At that thought, Kai found himself eager to be closer, no longer content to poke around with the laptop. Why play with machines when there was better entertainment so close at hand? He wished Sascha hadn’t demanded he sleep in his ownbedroom. They wouldn’t even have had to mate—Kai could have simply crawled into bed with him, shared some of his warmth.
He crept up the stairs on silent feet, stopping at the door to Sascha’s bedroom. He wasn’t technically disobeying Sascha’s order—he wasn’t watching him sleep, was he? He was only standing at a door.
It was the best location for standing guard anyway. He was there for Sascha’s protection.
And, as he was there, he couldn’t help listening. He already knew Sascha was still awake—he could feel a pulsing awareness from Sascha’s soul piece. What was he doing in there all by himself? Playing on his little magic phone?
Kai pressed an ear to the door. There was the rustling of sheets, the quiet sound of heavy breaths, and then…
Was that a moan?
Kai held his own breath. Yes, there it was again—a soft, little sigh of a moan. Was the human pleasuring himself? Kai’s cock grew heavy at the thought.
He breathed in deeply now, as quietly as he could. The door was in the way, but he could still make out the buttery tang of a human’s lust, deeper and richer than what he’d scented in the kitchen earlier. And as Sascha continued with his task, his noises grew less careful, and Kai grew even more sure.
If only Kai could see. Was Sascha stroking himself? Or perhaps playing with his entrance? Were his eyes closed, thinking of Kai? Sascha desired Kai’s body; that much was clear. But did he imagine Kai filling him? Did he prefer Kai in his demon or his human form?
No matter. Kai could give him either. Or both.
He grasped his hard cock through his trousers. His ridges were pulsing now, almost in time with Sascha’s desperate gasps. He could stroke himself right here, if he wished, mark Sascha’s door with his release.
He let out a long, low growl at the thought.
All at once, the noises inside the bedroom stopped.
Kai held back a curse. Would Sascha yell now? Order him to his own room?
But after a moment, the familiar sounds of pleasure started up again. They were even louder now, as if Sascha were perhaps nearing the end. Losing control.
Kai bared his teeth in a grin. He kept his grasp on his cock, his thumb playing with the slit through the soft fabric of his trousers as he drank in the muffled sounds. Sascha hadn’t stopped, but he hadn’t acknowledged Kai’s presence either. Did he think to play? To pleasure himself to the thought of Kai listening, then deny it in the morning?
That was fine. Sascha could pretend all he liked.
It had been a long, long time since Kai had held desire for anything tangible, but he desired this human. In what way, or for how long—those were questions he could answer later.
But of one thing he was certain—he wanted Sascha.
And what Kai wanted, Kai would have.
7
Sascha
Sascha crept down the stairs. It was possible Kai was still sleeping—God, let him still be sleeping—and Sascha needed every minute alone he could get.
What had he beenthinking?
He hadn’t been thinking, obviously, because why else would he have been jerking himself off to Kai growling outside his door?
Idiot. Dumb, dumb, dumb.
But he’d been hard and horny and weak; may the gods of sexual frustration forgive him. He’d retreated to bed early, hoping to get away from all the stupid temping muscles in his house and distract himself with online shopping (and there were quite a few packages he was most definitely going to regret coming his way in two business days or less). But it hadn’t been enough. So then he’d turned to porn, specifically videos of blond twinks getting absolutely railed by massive dark-haired men.
