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It wasn’t long before Sascha’s hips were jerking into Kai’s hold, frustrated whines escaping his lips with each movement.
“Hush,” Kai soothed, kissing along his neck. “I have you.”
With his free hand, he brushed up along Sascha’s chest, pinching one of his nipples lightly. Sascha yelped, his cock jerking in Kai’s hold.
“You like that, hm?” Kai brushed his thumb over the stiffened peak. “Would you like my mouth here, perhaps? Would that beniceof me, Sascha? To suck your pretty pink nipples?”
Sascha only whined again, his hand clamping Kai’s wrist. “Faster,” he demanded. “Faster. And your thumb on—on the tip again.”
Kai obeyed his bargain’s orders, picking up the pace, letting the fluid leaking from Sascha’s cockhead ease the glide of his hand. His own fluids would have been better, but he didn’t want to take either hand off his prize, so he made do.
Three strokes more and Sascha arched back against him, crying out, and Kai cupped his hand to catch his release, stroking the skin of Sascha’s chest gently to soothe him through his tremors.
When Sascha had relaxed back once more, Kai held up his hand, admiring what he’d wrought. He brought it to his mouth.
Sascha turned back to look at him for the first time since the healing had begun, tracking Kai’s movement with glassy eyes. He looked absolutely beautiful, all flushed cheeks and heaving breaths. “Oh God,” he whimpered, watching Kai lick him off his fingers.
He shook himself out of Kai’s hold and scrambled onto his knees, facing him. Before Kai could mourn the loss of his touch, be begged, “Can I suck you? I think—I think I need to suck you off now.”
Kai groaned. He would have been satisfied with just this—planting the seeds for future pleasure between them. But if Sascha wanted to put his eager mouth on him?
He made a move to lower his trousers, but Sascha shook his head. “You said you would hear if anyone came by?” he asked, a bright gleam to his pale-blue eyes.
“No one will surprise us.”
“Then change,” Sascha ordered.
“Pardon?” Kai was momentarily too aroused to grasp Sascha’s meaning, the ache in his cock redirecting all his attention.
Sascha arched an imperious blond brow. “If I’m going to fuck a demon, I want to fuck a demon. Change back.”
9
Sascha
Sascha knelt on Kai’s jacket, tucking his spent cock back inside his jeans, the sand that had made its way onto the fabric during his writhing prickling at his knees even through the denim.
He was barely holding himself up—he’d always been shaky after orgasms—but still, he needed this, more than he’d needed anything in a very long time.
It had been a stilted, toying hand job, hindered as Kai had been by Sascha’s restrictive clothing and their semipublic location. But his hand had been hot, his voice a silky croon, and even that much had worked Sascha up into an embarrassing frenzy.
He’d been trying so hard to resist, and now it was like Kai had opened the temptation floodgates, and Sascha was being swept away by his own desire.
Sascha kept his gaze intently on Kai as the demon changed back into his true form, not even allowing himself to blink. Even with his eyes wide open, the process was still so rapid it was hardfor Sascha’s brain to process. The growth, the horns, the tattoos transitioning from stationary to their mesmerizing swirl. Kai’s eyes didn’t always glow, but they were glowing now.
He was beautiful. Otherworldly. And he wanted Sascha.
And fuck, did Sascha want him back.
Why do you shy away from your desire for me?
Sascha had answered the question as best he could. Bravery wasn’t his strong suit, and something about this…situation seemed to require it. Something about Sascha’s attraction that felt too big. Momentous in some way.
All Sascha’s previous relationships had been wholly superficial, attraction without connection. His family life was too complicated for anything else, for one. But Kai already held a little piece of Sascha’s soul hostage. How could they get more connected than that?
It was frightening. And while Sascha was no stranger to fear, this was a whole new kind to process. His heart was racing so fast it threatened to gallop right out of his chest.
But if Kai wanted to be brave for them both…
