Page 48 of Wreaking Havoc
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Kai
Kai picked Sascha up by the thighs—light as a feather, despite the solid muscle under Kai’s hands—and carried him to the bed.
While it wasn’t large enough for Kai’s demon form to sleep comfortably, it was still well sized and elevated enough to serve his current purposes. He would make do.
Because if Kai couldn’t be joined in a mating bond with Sascha—if his human wasn’t ready to accept the permanence Kai craved—then Kai would take the next best thing. He would join their bodies instead, burying himself as deep inside Sascha as he could get.
No mortal man would do for Sascha after he tasted what Kai could offer him. He’d be begging to keep Kai close. To bond with him.
Because only a mating bond would do.
Sascha’s illness had been…unacceptable, to say the least. It had instilled a fear in Kai he’d long thought himself incapable of, to see the vibrant man become so weak and listless.
And perhaps Kai had overreacted, calling the bloodsuckers forth to help (not that he’d known they were bloodsuckers at the time). But he’d seen many battles in the lifetime of his bargains and the illness that could follow. He’d seen fevers similar to Sascha’s take men within days.
Humans were weak; Kai had always known that. With their fragile bodies and corrupted hearts. Too easily conquered by the world around them. And while Sascha’s softness was part of his appeal—his tender emotions, his delicate features—it was becoming increasingly clear he could be taken from Kai at any moment.
Unacceptable.
Kai tightened his grip on Sascha’s thighs, reveling in the little gasp his touch elicited.
Sascha was staring up at him through pale lashes, his pink tongue darting out to wet his lips. “We’re going to…now?”
“Immediately.”
“But…” Sascha’s eyes trailed over Kai’s form, down to where his groin rested against Kai’s stomach. “I was serious before. That thing is not going to fit.”
“It will fit,” Kai insisted.
Sascha’s plump lower lip jutted out into a pout. Kai bent his neck to catch it between his own, tasting the remnants of honey and herbal tea. Sweet. So sweet.
It was only a moment—a brief touch of lips—before Sascha leaned back, peering suspiciously at Kai’s mouth. “How do I get in there without cutting my tongue?”
Kai grinned, flashing his sharp teeth. He knew how to bypass his own fangs. Sascha would just have to take it. “Open your mouth, pup.”
He expected Sascha to object, if only to be difficult, but he opened his mouth obediently, and Kai pressed against him, eager for another taste. When Sascha’s lips parted, Kai swept histongue in, tangling with Sascha’s, exploring every inch of what he had to offer.
Once Sascha was gasping, grinding his growing erection against Kai’s stomach, Kai dropped him down on the bed, grinning at his indignant squawk.
“Strip,” he ordered.
“Bossy,” Sascha accused, not for the first time.
But Kai was unconcerned. Saschalikedhim bossy. Every time Kai ordered him about, his pupils dilated, his breath hitching just slightly.
It made sense to Kai. He’d overheard much of Sascha’s talk with his brother (the bloodsucker Jay had briefly scolded him for eavesdropping, then given up and wandered off to eat more pancakes). It wasn’t just the violence of Sascha’s childhood that had wounded him—it was the neglect. Abandoned by the mother, sent away by the father under the pretense of protection.
Was it any wonder Sascha wanted someone’s full attention on him, even if that attention came with demands? He needed to be wanted.
And damned if Kai didn’t want him.
His cock plumped as more of Sascha’s skin was revealed with each item of clothing discarded. He was overwhelmed by the need to catalog every inch of Sascha’s body, to map it and claim it for his own. The angles of his collarbone, the soft swell and then dip of his stomach. There was so much Kai wanted to explore.
But it would have to come later. For now, stretching Sascha would take his full dedication. Kai had a point to prove.
Theywouldfit.
