“Fine,” Sascha grumbled. “But it doesn’t mean I’m your mate.”
Kai only hummed, carrying Sascha bridal-style into the adjoining bathroom.
Smug bastard.
Time was moving strangely,Sascha’s reality altered by too many orgasms.
One second, he was being carried by Kai; the next, he was in the shower, his hands propped up against the tiled wall, his legs shaking and his back arched while Kai fingered out his own cum with alarming thoroughness.
Sascha wasn’t even sure how long it had been going on at this point, but he certainly didn’t feel as full as before—besides the fingers stuffed inside him, that was.
He looked back at Kai—in human form again, presumably to fit under the showerhead—who was staring at Sascha’s ass with focused intensity, watching his fingers move in and out.
“Um, I think we’re good now,” Sascha told him, amused in spite of himself.
He was also mildly concerned his dick was going to plump up again if Kai didn’t start behaving. And Sascha wouldn’t survive another orgasm. He really, really wouldn’t.
And apparently he wouldn’t have to, because Kai withdrew his fingers with a forlorn sigh, then placed a horridly(wonderfully) sweet kiss on Sascha’s shoulder. “I’ll draw us a bath, then.”
He left the shower, reverting to demon form again while he toyed with the taps. The claw tub was some extra-large monstrosity, so he’d most likely fit. Maybe it was uncomfortable to be in human form too long.
Everything about him raised so many questions. So much strangeness. And yet he was fitting into Sascha’s new life with such alarming ease.
Sascha turned off the water in the shower, shivering slightly without Kai’s natural heat at his back. Kai was focused on the bath taps, testing the water temperature with a frown of concentration.
Caring for his mate.
No. Nuh-uh. Sascha couldn’t go down that path. He couldn’t contemplate forming a permanent bond with a demon he’d just met. That would go far beyond his usual impulsiveness. A whole realm beyond.
But you’d get to keep him.
Sascha shook the thought out of his head. “You knew they were vampires,” he found himself saying, desperate to steer his mind in another direction. “When they were at the door.”
“Mm. I know of bloodsuckers.” Kai began opening various bottles by the tub and sniffing at them, eventually pouring some fancy bath oil Sascha had bought himself into the water. He seemed just as at ease nude as he was clothed. And why shouldn’t he? His body was ridiculous, with or without the full seven feet of height. “Some of our kind believe them to be distant, weak traces of our own bloodline.” He cocked a brow at Sascha. “Veryweak. Perhaps descendants of a demon who found a way to this realm without a contract.”
“I thought you said it couldn’t happen.”
Kai shrugged his tattooed shoulder. “It’s not done. It’s said to have terrible consequences. That’s not to say it’s impossible.”
He stepped into the bath, making another one of those pleased rumbling sounds that did weird things to Sascha’s insides. He held out a clawed hand. “Come, zaychik.”
Unable to resist the pull of his charm, Sascha accepted the hand and stepped into the tub, finding himself immediately tucked against Kai’s broad chest.
He relaxed back against him. “And what about your wings?” he asked. “Those were a fun surprise. Where are they now?”
Kai cupped the water between his hands and poured it over Sascha’s chest, warming the parts of him the water didn’t reach. “Sheathed until I have use of them.”
“Does it hurt? When they come out?”
“No.” Kai pressed a kiss on his head. “It’s more like…a release.”
Sascha hummed his acknowledgment, even though he had absolutely no basis for comparison, and they bathed for a while in comfortable silence. Kai smelled delicious, and the warm water soothed the lingering aches and tremors in Sascha’s body.
Sascha’s lids grew heavy, and he could only hope if he fell asleep like this, Kai would know to keep his head above water.
But apparently Kai had other ideas. “Tell me of the incident,” he said softly. “The reason you faint when blood appears.”
So much for sleeping. Every muscle in Sascha’s body tensed, that comfy well-used feeling he’d been sinking into evaporating like smoke. “Why?”
