Page 74 of Wreaking Havoc
Kai bared his teeth. “Gladly.”
He tugged Sascha to the edge of the bed by his ankles and swiftly removed his clothing, until Sascha was bare before him, looking defiant and wounded and unbearably beautiful.
Sascha drew his legs up and let his knees fall open, revealing all of himself to Kai’s stare. He was half-hard already, eyeing Kai like he was starved. “And you?” he asked.
Kai waved a hand, his clothes disappearing.
A small hitch of breath escaped Sascha’s mouth. He rose onto his elbows. “You’re very attractive, you know.”
“Yes,” Kai acknowledged. He knew he had a fine form.
Sascha’s lips twitched. “Arrogant as well.”
“I am.”
“Possessive?” Sascha asked, cocking his head.
“Very.”
“Would you let me leave you?”
“No,” Kai answered, without hesitation. A mating bond was permanent and sacred. They would stay at each other’s side always. He would make sure of it.
“Would you kill me to keep me?”
“If I killed you, I would not have you. It’s an illogical choice.” Humans were so stupid that way. Sascha’s father had beenstupid. Cruel and stupid, a wretched combination Kai had seen too often in his time in this realm.
Some inner tension seemed to leave Sascha. His gaze trailed down to Kai’s cock, his questioning taking a different direction. “Is your precum still venomous in that form?”
Kai gave himself a lazy stroke. “Yes.”
Sascha fell back on the bed. “Open me up, then,” he demanded.
Kai climbed onto the bed on his knees, draping himself over Sascha. He gathered his precum and brought a finger to Sascha’s entrance, breathing in Sascha’s soft sigh of relief at the touch.
Kai kept it light at first, softening the muscle there with gentle, thorough circles, watching Sascha’s face all the while.
His human kept up the brittle front for an admirably long time, but eventually he cracked. His features slackened, his eyes shut as if in pain. “Kai,” he pleaded, vulnerability in his voice for the first time since that cursed office.
“Yes, zaychik,” Kai crooned.
“Kiss me.”
Kai captured Sascha’s mouth. Without his fangs in the way, Sascha met him furiously, as he had in the dance club, battling Kai’s tongue, trying to devour Kai from the inside out. He was writhing against the tip of Kai’s finger, wordlessly begging Kai to give him more.
Kai leaned back, grabbing Sascha’s hips, lifting them off the bed and folding him in half.
“Oh,” Sascha gasped, his eyes widening at the new position he found himself in.
Kai draped himself back over him, pressing in one digit, then another. He scissored them, reveling in this close-up view. He didn’t realize how lost he was in it until Sascha gave a breathless laugh. “You really have—have a thing for fingering me, don’t you?”
“You’re so small,” Kai murmured, pressing in a third finger, watching Sascha take it. “It’s fascinating.”
Sascha pouted. “You’re supposed to be fucking me into the mattress already.”
“Am I?”
But Kai shuffled his knees closer, letting Sascha’s thighs fall into the crook of his elbows. He pressed the head of his cock against Sascha’s hole, but without his hand to guide it, it slid away at the slightest pressure. He did this again and again, rubbing his leaking head against Sascha’s entrance, teasing them both.
