Page 91 of Wreaking Havoc
Kai’s hand returned to Sascha’s skin, pushing his shorts up and to the side. Something slick teased at Sascha’s entrance.
“And my nails?” Sascha asked, trying to ignore the way his breath caught at the touch.
“Keep painting yourself, pretty Sascha,” Kai murmured. “I’ll be careful.”
“Arrogant,” Sascha huffed, blowing on his painted hand. But he hitched his leg further to the left, sighing with pleasure as Kai stroked his hole with his precum.
Sascha was destined to only ever have one hand painted, wasn’t he?
But he couldn’t complain, not when Kai’s thick finger nudged more insistently at his entrance, sliding in easily with the combination of the venom and the fact that they’d already fucked only that morning.
Sascha did his best to pretend to focus on his drying nails—stifling his little gasps and hitches of breath as best he could—while Kai opened him up with the intense focus he always brought to the task. Sascha knew if he looked over again, Kai would be staring, glowing eyes locked onto the fingers working inside his mate.
Which was all well and good. Because if he looked elsewhere, he’d realize Sascha was already hard and leaking, a damp spot forming on the front of his pretty silk shorts.
Maybe Kai already realized.
Sascha yelped as his lower half was suddenly lifted off the bed, only his shoulders remaining on the mattress, his legs still twisted to the left, toward his bedside table. Kai was kneeling upright on the bed now, holding Sascha’s bottom level to his now naked hips. His cock looked enormous, pulsing blue and purple, his viscous precum leaking from the tip.
Sascha’s shorts were bunched up and around to leave his ass bare. But the elastic digging into his skin wasn’t wholly unpleasant. Not with the way Kai was eyeing the sight. “You aren’t going to undress me?” Sascha asked coyly. Or as coyly as he could when he was being manhandled by a brute.
“No.” Kai fingered the soft fabric. “I like your pretty clothes.”
“You’re going to get them dirty.”
“Yes.” Kai smirked down at him, lining the head of his cock up with Sascha’s hole.
He pressed in slowly, always cautious and careful with Sascha’s size. But he still pushed all the air out of Sascha’s lungs with his girth, his ridges merciless as ever.
“You take me so well, zaychik,” Kai murmured, his talons digging into Sascha’s hips. “You always do.”
He didn’t wait after bottoming out, just began sliding Sascha over his dick again and again, his movements torturously slow and steady.
Sascha let his lower half be puppeteered like a rag doll, his whole focus on the immense feeling of fullness, the way his body shivered and trembled with the effort of keeping Kai inside.
He loved this so fucking much.
He loved every time Kai filled him, in whichever form he chose. Sascha had Kai’s demon cock when he wanted to bestuffed so full he couldn’t think, his human cock when he wanted to be fucked so hard he couldn’t think, and the occasional bout of tenderness when he wanted to be fucked so sweetly all he could do was think,God, I love this demon.
Kai took advantage of Sascha’s limp complacency, dragging him halfway down the bed, presumably so Sascha’s head didn’t bump the headboard.
I’m going to get nail polish on the sheets, Sascha thought dazedly. Or maybe his nails were dry already. Who the fuck knew? Who the fuck knew anything except the feel of Kai’s cock inside him, the pulsing of his ridges and the harsh edge to his breaths the only sign he was nearly as affected as Sascha.
Kai straightened Sascha’s hips, turning him fully onto his back, his shoulders pressed firmly into the mattress. He pushed forward, folding Sascha in half, his smoky scent surrounding him.
Sascha moaned at the new angle, heat swirling in his belly and shooting down his spine. He let his body go limp, giving in to the helplessness of the position. It didn’t matter if he was helpless. Kai had him.
Kai always had him.
“My mate,” Kai growled, his eyes roaming over every inch of Sascha now. He gave a quick snap of his hips, eyes blazing when Sascha keened.
It was too much already. Sascha grasped his own cock, thumbing at the head. He needed to come, needed to release some of this pressure.
“Yes, zaychik,” Kai murmured, thrusting his hips again. “Touch yourself for me.”
Kai kept moving steadily, the heat in Sascha’s core building and building until Sascha was arching back with a scream, coming all over his own stomach, all the way up to his chest.
Kai rumbled his approval, fucking Sascha through his orgasm, dragging those ridges back and forth all over Sascha’s hidden places.
