Page 63 of Wreaking Havoc
Sascha narrowed his eyes. “And you won’t change your mind down the road?” he asked.
“I won’t.”
“And you won’t regret it?”
“No.” Kai tilted Sascha’s head up with a finger under his chin, searching his face. “And what of your regret, zaychik?”
“Who, me?” Sascha gave him a cheeky grin. “I’d never let future regret stand in the way of an impulsive decision. How do we do it?”
Kai had been told long, long ago. He gave silent thanks he still remembered. “There’s a ritual at the end of the Book.”
“Okay.” Sascha let out a slow breath, then cocked a brow at Kai. “This is when you ask me if I’m sure.”
Kai cupped his cheeks with both hands. “I will be sure enough for the both of us,” he promised.
“You’re very arrogant.”
“Yes,” Kai agreed.
Sascha bit down on his lower lip. “God, why do I like that so much?”
Kai grinned down at him. “Because our souls are matched, my zaychik. A perfect fit.”
“They’d better be.” But Sascha’s eyes were on Kai’s mouth now. “Can I try kissing you without the fangs?” he asked.
In answer, Kai grabbed Sascha under his thighs and lifted him, wrapping his legs around his waist, the silken robebunching up under Kai’s fingers. He claimed Sascha’s lips, and Sascha met him greedily halfway, licking into Kai’s mouth like he’d been dying for it.
He was easier to reach with a half foot less of distance between them. There could be many benefits to fucking him in human form, for that matter. Kai could go harder, not need to stretch him quite so thoroughly.
He used his hold to press Sascha down against his hardening cock, and Sascha gyrated against him accommodatingly, moaning into Kai’s mouth.
Perhaps they should practice now.
But a throat clearing pointedly had Sascha pulling away from Kai’s lips, gasping for breath.
Alexei’s head had popped up from the attic opening, and he was frowning at them both. “I hate to break up this display, but—”
Sascha glared at him. “Fuckoff, Alexei. I’m busy here.”
“I thought you’d want to know—”
“There’s nothing—”
Alexei raised his voice to be heard over Sascha’s protest “—that Ivan’s run off with your Book.”
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Sascha
It took Sascha more than a moment to reorient to reality, heaving gasping breaths as he stared at Alexei.
He’d just agreed to the most impulsive decision of his life, and with Kai’s mouth on him and his bulge pressed so nicely against Sascha’s dick, Sascha had honestly been gearing up to consummate that decision in this…gross, dusty attic.
On second thought, maybe it was for the best that they’d been interrupted.
Kai’s teeth were bared, and his talons were digging into Sascha’s hips almost painfully. If Sascha hadn’t known any better, he might assume Kai was just turned on. But he could read Kai better now—Sascha’s demon was furious, and maybe a bit panicked. It was enough to have Sascha’s stomach twisting into knots as well.
“He can’t have taken it,” Kai growled, setting Sascha back down on the floor as Alexei’s head disappeared back down the ladder. “I can still sense it in the house.”
