Page 33 of Wreaking Havoc
There were people coming onto the beach.
“Holy shit!” Sascha scrambled to get his shirt on, rubbing the demon jizz off his face as he brought the fabric over his head.
He turned to glare at Kai—back in his human form already— just as an older couple came out onto the other end of the beach. “You said you would hear someone coming,” Sascha hissed.
“I did hear. But I wanted to let you finish.” Kai reached out, rubbing his thumb over Sascha’s chin. He smiled, and even without the pointed teeth, his grin looked wolfish. “You have a bit of something there, zaychik.”
Arrogant fucking demon.
Sascha had spentthe rest of the afternoon in a strange haze as they wandered around the town. There wasn’t much to see or do, but he’d needed the extra time in the open air. If he’d been worried before, now he was absolutely certain the house wasn’t going to be big enough to hold them.
But eventually he hadn’t been able to delay any longer.
They’d stopped first at the grocery store and grabbed a restock of microwave dinners and a gargantuan bag of coffee grounds.
Sascha had never made his own drip coffee before (his New York apartment had an espresso maker, like any civilized dwelling should), but he’d seen a coffee maker hiding somewhere in the house’s kitchen, so…why not buy what would make the demon happy?
Or happier than Sascha sucking on his giant dick like a lollipop already had.
Because the dude wasglowing.
Not literally, seeing as he was still in human form, but he was all broad grins and hearty laughs, constantly touching Sascha in a thousand little ways. A hand on his back. An arm around his shoulder. Brushing against his side.
It was bizarre. And not at all endearing.
Not. At. All.
Sascha sighed, placing a filter into the coffee maker. (Had he searched on his phone “how to make coffee in a regular-ass coffee pot”? Possibly.) He poured what looked to be a decent amount of grounds into it.
He’d known this was going to be a problem. It was part of why he’d been shying away from his attraction, trying to use his head for once. He just didn’t have the proper defenses for hot demons with huge cocks who said they were going to protect him, let alone hot demons with huge cocks who said they were going to besweetto him.
Because Sascha had lied to Kai before. The men Sascha was into weren’t good to him, not in any special way. They treated him like a good fuck and a temporary meal ticket, and that had been working for Sascha just fine. Anything more would have put whoever he was fucking too close to his volatile familyanyway. Sascha banged them good, dropped them eventually, and never thought of them again.
Hell, he never even thought of them the next morning.
It was just…easier that way.
But here it had been a whole afternoon since he’d gotten off, and Kai was standing so close in this kitchen that seemed too small for the both of them, giving Sascha all these tiny touches, and it wasdoingthings to him.
Sascha pressed the button on the coffee maker, prayed for the best, and stuck his dinner in the microwave, taking a few steps away from Kai as he did so.
Only to have Kai immediately claim those few steps back.
Sascha shot him a wary look, but Kai only grinned, his teeth sharp once again. Whatever. Sascha rolled his shoulder experimentally, flexing his fingers. He’d been so focused on the hookup he’d almost forgotten: his arm was healed. Bymagic. Just the thought of it had him wanting to go to bed already. His brain just wasn’t made for processing such things.
The microwave dinged, and he grabbed his mac and cheese, sitting at the kitchen table.
Kai lowered himself gracefully into the chair next to him, wrinkling his nose. “What is that?”
Sascha glared at him. “My dinner.”
“If we were in the demon realm, and you were a demon, I would bring you a fresh kill every night,” Kai told him. He said the words while staring pointedly, like they were supposed to mean something.
“And if we were in New York, I’d be out having a ridiculously overpriced but perfectly cooked steak.” Sascha swallowed a bite of the gluey mac and cheese. “But those are two big ifs, aren’t they?”
“Yes.” Kai hummed thoughtfully, taking his intense gaze off Sascha to look around the kitchen. “I suppose I’ll have to learn how to make human food.”
Sascha had no idea why, when he’d already told Sascha he didn’t eat it. But he no longer had the energy to parse through Kai’s strange musings. “Whatever floats your boat, big guy.”
