Disappointed, surely. He’d wanted to see it, the evidence of his claim.
Nix blinked at him, his lips twitching as if he was holding back a smile. “Heavens.” He wrapped a hand around Ivan’s cock, stroking him firmly. “What a thing to say.”
Ivan arched up into the touch even as he frowned. “Tell me.”
“I absorbed it.” Nix winked at him. “Incubus things, don’t you know.”
It was Ivan’s turn to pause, even as Nix continued to jerk him off. “You can’t mean… Can I—?” He cleared his throat. “Absorbedwhere?”
Nix threw his head back and laughed. “Oh my god, you silly goose! I can’t get pregnant, if that’s what you’re thinking.” His laughter stopped abruptly, and he cocked his head, his hand stilling. “But isn’t that what Sergei suggested the other night? A wife and a couple of tots?”
There was something dangerous about Nix’s tone, and Ivan was suddenly alert to the fact that sharp talons were wrapped around his dick.
He met Nix’s eyes squarely. “I’m not bringing children into this world,” he said firmly. “I’m not that cruel. And I don’t want a wife.”
“Good.” Nix softened again, as abruptly as he’d transformed in the first place. “I’d hate to have to bully the competition.”
It was a preposterous statement. As if Nix were really in competition to be Ivan’s…wife? Companion?
But Ivan didn’t argue the point, because Nix was holding Ivan’s cock steady, lowering himself down onto Ivan in one smooth glide.
Ivan cursed, biting down on his lip hard enough to taste copper.
“Mm.” Nix rolled his hips in a way that should have been illegal, smirking down at Ivan. “Now what was it you were saying about finesse, darling?”
10
Nix
The first slow roll had Ivan’s hands shooting up to Nix’s hips, grasping hard, as if to stop Nix from moving.
Nix paused, cocking a brow, but Ivan didn’t try to hold him back—he simply held on, his fingers digging into Nix’s skin, his eyes dark and heavy-lidded.
So Nix moved again, taking special pleasure in the way it made Ivan’s jaw clench. “How’s that, master?” he purred.
Ivan didn’t answer, except for a grunt. Nix grinned anyway, taking a moment to find his rhythm. It didn’t take him long, now that he knew the intimate feel of Ivan’s cock inside him.
Nix had meant what he’d said before—he didn’t always need finesse. He hadn’t even noticed the lack of it earlier. He’d been too busy being swept away by the force of Ivan’s desire, so potent once he’d finally let go of that tight hold on his control. Slamming Nix against the door, biting into him, giving him that thick cock over and over.
It had been everything Nix had wanted from him and more.
But there was something to be said for this way too. For Nix being able to angle himself so Ivan’s cock rubbed against him just right, the coarse hair on Ivan’s thighs brushing against the soft skin of Nix’s ass.
And Nix got to look at him, his beautiful human.
Nix liked Ivan like this—rumpled and sex-addled, bare and open, his eyes locked onto Nix with burning intensity. Nix was already well sated—by Ivan’s desire, by his cum inside him—but he couldn’t help taking more. He was greedy by nature, and Ivan was bringing out the worst of it.
Ivan’s gaze lowered and locked onto Nix’s nipples. Nix raised his hands—with the next roll of his hips, Nix flicked his piercings, moaning at the little zing that went through him.
He laughed when Ivan’s hold on his hips tightened even further. “You’re so easy, Vanya,” he teased.
“You’re the first to ever say so.”
“Mm.” Another languid roll, another laugh as he watched Ivan try to bite back his moan. “They just never knew what buttons to press, did they?”
It was Nix’s turn to moan as Ivan punched his hips up at just the right moment, sending sparks along Nix’s spine as his cock angled perfectly within him.
Nix tossed his hair over his shoulder, leaning down over him. “You’re a quick learner, aren’t you?”
