Page 79 of Wreaking Havoc
Kai sat down cross-legged on the floor at the foot of Sascha’s bed, his expression serene. “It will be just like the contract. A mere nibble.”
Sascha pointed a finger at him. “You said ‘exchange.’”
“You may keep your eyes closed.”
“Obviously,” Sascha snapped.
“It will be but a moment,” Kai promised.
Sascha was tempted to throw a fit, but he knew Kai wouldn’t have said it in the first place if it weren’t completely necessary. And Sascha was doing this. He was bonding to this arrogant-ass demon. Not even his distaste for blood was going to get in his way.
He plopped down across from Kai, crossing his legs to match, the Book in his hands. He opened it to the last page, where Kai had told him there was a final poem, not connected to any demon mark.
“What do the words mean?” Sascha asked Kai. “If I’m supposed to say them with intent.”
Kai hummed in thought. “A direct translation is difficult. But, in essence: I bind myself to you, body, heart, and soul. Tobe parted from each other only by death, and that parting merely temporary. My soul for my mate, and my mate’s soul for me in turn.”
“Oh,” Sascha sighed, tracing the poem with his finger. “That’s kind of nice.”
Kai began saying the words, the strange language coming much more naturally out of his mouth than it had Sascha’s during the summoning. Sascha repeated it all as best he could.
With each word spoken, Kai’s eyes gleamed brighter, and blue smoke began filling the room. Sascha was tempted to ask if all this was going to set off his apartment’s smoke alarm, but he wasn’t sure he was allowed to say anything non-demony during the bonding.
Eventually Kai went silent, and Sascha did as well.
Kai’s glowing eyes met his. “Turn around now.”
Sascha turned in place, closing his eyes in preparation for pain. There was the hot blow of Kai’s breath on the back of his neck, then a sharp pinch. “Oh.”
But it lasted only a moment. Then there was a warm wetness at Sascha’s lips, pressing against them. “Open your mouth, Sascha.”
Oh God. What if Sascha threw up during the ritual? But he did as Kai asked, choosing to trust his judgment. He realized it was Kai’s finger pressing into his mouth. And it didn’t taste like coppery grossness—it tasted smoky and spicy, like Kai’s scent. Rich.
Maybe it wasn’t his blood at all?
But it must have been, because suddenly Sascha’s every nerve was alight, his whole body shaking.
“Easy,” Kai murmured, in front of Sascha now.
Sascha’s eyes flew open. Kai’s body was trembling as well. “What’s happening?”
Kai might have been shaking, but his voice was firm. “The bond is taking effect.”
“Oh. It’s— It’s—”
“Overwhelming,” Kai finished for him. “It will pass. I promise.”
“H-How?” Sascha asked, teeth chattering. “W-When?”
Kai somehow managed a sly grin. “Consummation eases it, I’m told.”
Of course. This pervy fucking demon. But Sascha needed…something. And he realized he was hard in his silk shorts. Which was weird in and of itself. Sascha didn’t even remember getting turned on in the first place, but now his whole being suddenly felt like it was on the edge of something.
That something might as well be an orgasm.
“Take off your pants,” he ordered, sliding out of his shorts with trembling fingers.
Kai was blessedly hard as well, and Sascha didn’t waste any time on foreplay or moving them onto the bed. He was still stretched from earlier, and the floor was as good as anyplace else.
