And sometimes Nix needed to give them to him.
From the very first moment the summoning smoke had cleared, Ivan had seen Nix for who he was. Wanted him for who he was. No illusions, no tricks. And while Nix had never thought he could be satisfied belonging to one human for all eternity…well, that was before, wasn’t it? Before Ivan. Nix may have dealt in desire, but he’d had no experience with connection. He hadn’t realized what he’d been missing, but now he knew.
No one else would need and want him the way Ivan neededand wanted him. No one else would feed Nix’s urge to care and cajole and tease and torment the way Ivan did.
Nix didn’t know what the fuck had brought him and Ivan together. He didn’t know if it was blind luck or fate or the whim of unknown gods.
But whatever it was, they belonged to each other now, body and soul and heart.
“Come, darling.” He grabbed Ivan’s hand again. “I want to hear the thingsyousay when you’re fucking me over the rim of the tub.”
EPILOGUE
Ivan
“Vanya. Vanya.Vanya.”
Ivan pressed his nose harder into Nix’s hair, inhaling his smoky scent. “Yes, my incubus?”
“You’re going to ruin my panties.”
Ivan chuckled darkly, crooking his fingers in a way that made Nix keen. “We both know you can conjure another pair. So hush. Take what I’m giving you.”
“Mm,” Nix moaned, writhing against the push of Ivan’s fingers. “So bossy.”
Ivan pressed in a third, smirking at Nix’s gasp. His demon was already sopping wet, and he was making a mess of the town car’s leather seat, never mind his fucking panties. Ivan would have liked to have him on his lap, to make good use of that eager writhing, but he had a meeting to get to, and he couldn’t have Nix’s slick all over his pants for it. The bond gave him certain advantages, but Ivan conjuring his own clothes wasn’t one of them.
“Touch yourself,” he ordered instead.
Nix immediately grabbed at his erection, cupping it over his panties and thumbing the leaking tip desperately.
He looked gorgeous like this, his head thrown back against the leather interior, his long, elegant neck on display, and his eyes shut tight, almost as if he was in pain.
Ivan crooked his fingers again, and Nix’s eyes flew open. “I’m close,” he whined. He turned his head, purple eyes beseeching. “Kiss me?”
Ivan captured his mouth, licking into it desperately and biting at his plush lips. His own erection was straining against his zipper, a delicious, painful ache.
He felt it when Nix came, his inner muscles clamping down on Ivan’s fingers, his moan spilled directly into Ivan’s mouth as his body trembled in his seat.
Fucking gorgeous.
“Now you,” Nix panted.
“We don’t have time,” Ivan told him regretfully, withdrawing his fingers.
It wasn’t nearly as long of a drive as Ivan would have liked, and he knew they were nearing their destination.
But Nix was already reaching for his zipper. “Oh, darling,” he purred. “You underestimate me.”
He freed Ivan’s erection easily, leaning over his lap and laughing softly when Ivan wound his ponytail around his fist, his protestations already forgotten.
“Don’t make a mess,” Ivan ordered.
“Wouldn’t dream of it,” Nix murmured, lapping at Ivan’s precum.
Ivan hissed at the tease, and Nix laughed again, swallowing him down in the next instant. His mouth was burning hot as always, and Ivan cursed, tugging sharply at his hair.
Nix popped off, licking at his lips and peering at Ivan through his lashes. “Just like that, Vanya. Be vicious with me, hm?”
