“No hair,” Ivan murmured, petting the skin at the base of Nix’s cock. He brushed his finger along the length, circling the tip, and Nix shuddered at the touch. He’d basically been edged for days now. If Ivan wrapped a full hand around his cock, he might just explode.
But Ivan raised his hand, rubbing the precum between his fingers thoughtfully. “Thick,” he mused.
“Mm,” Nix answered mindlessly. He didn’t need foreplay, no matter how much he was relishing Ivan’s interest in all his bits. What he needed was Ivan’s cock inside him that very instant.
Ivan’s hand slid around, grabbing at Nix’s ass. It slid steadily upward from there, palming at the base of his tail. Nix hissed at the touch.
Ivan smirked at him. “Sensitive here?”
“Very.”
Ivan looked down to where the bulk of Nix’s tail had crept around his leg. If he was put off by having a demon’s tail wrapped around his calf, he didn’t show it. “And the rest of it?”
Nix blinked innocently. “Has a mind of its own sometimes.”
Ivan hummed, his fingers sliding down to Nix’s crease, dipping in without hesitation. Apparently having made up his mind, he wasn’t going to be shy about it.
Thank the fucking Book for that.
But Ivan stopped short once his fingers brushed against Nix’s hole.
Oh, right. That.
Ivan stared at him. “What— Are youwet?”
“How many times do I need to tell you?” Nix placed a hand on Ivan’s chest, pushing him up against the wall. He’d mount the human himself if he had to. “I’m a demon, baby. An incubus.” He grinned at Ivan, snapping sharp teeth. “Did you think I wouldn’t be self-lubricating?”
9
Ivan
There was some sort of slick substance between Ivan’s fingers. A tail wrapped around his leg, twisting and pulsing against his skin. And a cock pressed against his hip, leaking strangely thick precum onto his slacks.
Any one of those things should have been enough to turn Ivan off. To remind him to put a stop to this before he did something that would change the course of his life irrevocably.
But he couldn’t stop. If he didn’t fuck this demon sometime in the next sixty seconds, it was entirely possible Ivan was going to lose his mind.
It wasn’t a want anymore. Not some idle thought or wayward fantasy. It was a fuckingneed. Ivan needed to get his cock into this infernal creature before the last of his control fractured beyond repair. One more minute without that inhuman warmth clenching around him and he’d become a mindless fucking beast.
More than he was already.
Ivan knew he was being brainless. He knew Nix getting shothad been a nonissue. Nix wasn’t fucking human, and the wounds had closed seemingly as quickly as they’d been created. But something about the gunshots, and Nix’s warm body falling against him, had set off a storm within Ivan.
What if Nix’s human form had turned out to be vulnerable after all? What if he’d been taken from Ivan? What if Ivan had never gotten a chance to take what Nix had offered him over and over again, kept back by his own stubborn resistance to letting himself want something his father had made very clear was never, ever allowed?
The very thought of it was enough to make Ivan want to burn his office to the ground.
And then there were the red fucking panties. Sheer and lacy and absolutely obscene stretched around Nix’s demon cock. Ivan had wanted to take them off with his teeth, to bite into Nix through the lace until he made a mark on the demon’s skin that actuallytook.
Those panties were intolerable. They should be burned. Disintegrated.
Too late now. Instead, Ivan flipped Nix around, pressing his front against the door. “Self-lubricating,” he repeated, kicking Nix’s legs apart. He didn’t know much about fucking men, but he knew something about fucking. “That’s convenient.”
“Isn’t it?” Nix peered back at him, wiggling his ass enticingly. As if Ivan needed any further fucking enticement. “No face-to-face? Trying to close your eyes and pretend I’m someone else, Vanya?”
More like Ivan was afraid that if he looked into Nix’s purple eyes while he fucked him for the first time, he might do something unforgivably stupid. Like order him to never leave. Forbid him from getting hurt. Beg him to fix everything in Ivan’s life that was so irrevocably fucked.
Ivan lowered his forehead to Nix’s shoulder, a mirthlesschuckle leaving his lips. He unbuckled his belt, unzipping himself with shaking fingers and tugging his cock out. “Yourtailis wrapped around my leg right now. Who am I pretending you are? I just—I need—”
