Page 52 of Wreaking Havoc
Eventually Sascha had to jerk his face away, gasping for air. His head was full of cotton, and his body was no better than a ragdoll, but his cock was fully hard and leaking again, bouncing in the air with Kai’s unforgiving rhythm.
“Oh God,” he moaned, mortified to feel tears gathering in the corners of his eyes. “Again? Really?”
He’d at least had the friction of the bed and his hand to partially blame last time, but Kai wasn’t even touching his dick at all.
“Yes,” Kai growled, latching his mouth onto Sascha’s shoulder. “Again.”
So fucking bossy.
But he was going to get what he wanted. Something was building in Sascha, low in his belly, so steady and insistent Sascha was almost afraid of the intensity.
Kai seemed to sense it. He didn’t stop his movements, but he placed a hand on Sascha’s stomach, petting the skin there. “Let it happen, zaychik. I have you.”
And somehow, Sascha believed him.
So he let go, let that pressure build and build, let his orgasm crash over him like a tidal wave.
The third time should have beenlessintense, shouldn’t it?
But Sascha could barely breathe as his inner muscles spasmed relentlessly. His vision whited out, and static hummed in his ears. He felt like he was holding on to consciousness by a thread.
He cried out. Or he tried to, but the sound that left his throat was weak and thready, overpowered by Kai’s growling roar, the demon crushing Sascha against him as those ridges bulged and pulsed rapidly, filling Sascha with heat.
Like, literal heat, coating Sascha’s insides, seemingly without end.
“How much did youcome?” Sascha asked incredulously, about a million years later, when he was finally able to form words again.
Kai patted Sascha’s belly, a pleased rumble emanating from his chest. “As much as is normal for my kind.”
Sascha peered back at him suspiciously. “It felt like a lot.”
“I’ll help empty it from you,” Kai offered. There was a weird gleam in his eyes, different from his creepy demon glow. Like that idea pleased him a whole lot.
Sascha was starting to think this demon was a bit of a perv.
Kai smiled at him, all sharp teeth. “You make many pleasing sounds when you’re aroused, zaychik.”
“Well, that’s because—” Sascha paused, mortification running through him. “Oh fuck.”
Kai stiffened underneath him, one hand already reaching for his daggers. “What’s wrong?”
“Mybrother’shere.” Sascha covered his face with his hands. “I was supposed to be quiet. You—you hypnotized me or something, with that monster dick of yours. I forgot to be stealthy.”
“You’re a man grown,” Kai said, his hand returning to pat at Sascha’s belly. “What do we care if your brother heard?”
He sounded smug again. Had he done it on purpose? A perv with a voyeurism kink, perhaps?
Sascha didn’t even have the energy to be indignant. Kai had apparently fucked it out of him. “Everything’s filthy,” he grumbled instead. “We need to shower. And change the sheets.” He lifted one arm with heroic effort but plopped it back down immediately. “I can’t move a muscle. You’ve broken me.”
Kai nuzzled his cheek against the top of Sascha’s head. “I’ll bathe you. A demon cares for his mate.”
“I haven’t agreed to be your mate,” Sascha reminded him, annoyed at himself for pressing into the touch.
“You will.”
Kai lifted him off his cock slowly. Sascha could feel the cum sliding out of him, his hole probably gaping open. “Oh my God,”he moaned. “Youhavebroken me. It’s never going to close back up again.”
Kai’s soft laugh was infuriating as he tucked Sascha against his chest. “The venom will wear off soon and you’ll be back to normal. Let me wash you. I’ll take great care.”
