Page 76 of Wreaking Havoc
Kai’s heavy-lidded eyes lit up with new interest. “You wish for another round?” he asked, reaching for Sascha’s spent cock.
“No, I—” Sascha squirmed, weirdly irritated to have to spell out his need for continued contact.
But it turned out he didn’t have to spell it out at all. Kai nodded with a grin, his hands caressing Sascha’s thighs instead. “Ah. You wish for me to remain inside.”
And then he was switching into his demon form, growing in size not just around Sascha butinsidehim.
Sascha squirmed again, this time experimentally. “Oh,” he gasped. Kai was very much staying firmly inside him. “That’s…convenient.”
He smiled his pleasure up at Kai, and the demon’s own smile softened, gazing back at him. Sascha couldn’t help it—he traced his fingertips first around that smile, then up to Kai’s cheekbones, then began petting the silken strands falling around his face. He stretched his arms to reach Kai’s horns, stroking around the base.
Kai let out a rumble. “I’ll swell again if you continue,” he warned.
It was tempting, but Kai had gone hard—as promised—and Sascha was feeling too well used for another round. Plus, he was sore. Not his entrance—the venom was still delightfully helpful in that department—but his heart.
His soul.
He wondered if Kai could feel it.
So Sascha left the horns alone, stroking at Kai’s hair again. He could feel the angry, heartbroken thoughts at the edge of his consciousness, trying to break through, but he wasn’t ready to let them back in. He needed a distraction.
“How do you fight with all this hair?” he asked. “Doesn’t it get in the way?”
“I braid the front portions back for battle.”
“You do?” Sascha asked with surprise. He’d expected something more like,I’m a badass demon warrior, mere strands of hair could never impede my wrath.
“Mm,” Kai hummed, his eyes almost completely closed now, like a cat being pet.
“Can I do it for you?”
Kai’s eyes opened in a flash, subjecting Sascha to a weirdly intense look. “You wish to braid my hair for battle?” The rumble emanating from his chest grew louder.
“Yes?” Sascha answered. Or asked. Had he just offered up something completely taboo?
But Kai gave him a smug smile. “Mating behavior,” he murmured.
Something twitched inside Sascha. He gasped, pushing at Kai’s shoulder. “Hey! You’re getting hard again. Take it out.”
Sascha hadn’t been prepped for the monstrosity that was Kai’s demon dick in full, erect glory. What if that thing got stuck in there?
Kai withdrew his now half-hard cock with a pout, mumbling something about “stroking horns and teasing with mating promises.”
But his sulk didn’t last long.
Sascha shrieked as Kai turned them both without warning, rolling until Sascha was perched on his stomach, gazing down at him.
Which was all well and good, but there was too much space between them. It was allowing too much cool air to touch Sascha’s sweaty skin. He lowered his torso, curling his body into Kai, pressing his cheek against Kai’s broad chest.
Kai began rubbing his back in long, soothing strokes.
There. That was much better. Warm and cozy. Safe.
Just enough safety, really, to allow those dreaded thoughts to return. Sascha’s father hadn’t just murdered bad men, thugs already entrenched in the Mafia world. He’d murdered Sascha’s mother, someone who—if Alexei’s memories were to be believed—had been kind and decent and loving, if a bit sad and distant.
Sascha let out a long breath. “I don’t know what to think right now,” he admitted. “Or how to feel.”
“Should you?” Kai asked, his voice a soothing rumble against Sascha’s cheek. “Truths such as these can take years to process.”
