If signing a contract meant that Nat would get more time with Duke, then he would do exactly that.
He accepted a pen from Duke, his shaky three-fingered hand turning his signature into a wobbly mess.
Duke didn’t comment on how ugly Nat’s signature was. Instead, he rubbed Nat’s back and rumbled low in his throat. “You don’t need to read the contract again?”
“I know what I’ve read.” Nat flipped through the pages again though, nodding to himself. “It’s more than anything I’ve ever gotten.”
“Oh, sweetheart.” Duke nuzzled the top of his head. “I’ll make sure you won’t want for anything ever again.”
Nat nodded doubtfully, handing back the stack of papers.
Duke set the contract aside. Then he cradled Nat’s face in his hands, looking him in the eye. “You’re by far the most precious omega I’ve ever come across.”
Nat frowned. “You don’t know much about me.”
“So tell me more about you.”
What was there to say about himself? “I, uh. I’m awkward. And chubby.”
Duke grinned. “Tell me something Idon’tknow.”
“My favorite color is pink. I like milkshakes. I used to love playing Hopscotch as a kid and I can’t wait to teach it to Wanda when she’s old enough. What about you?”
“Red is my favorite color. I like ice cream floats and black coffee. And over in Hell, we have a game similar to Hopscotch, where we carry burning rocks in our hands and try to throw them on the first square when we reach the end. Whoever gets it closest wins.”
“I wouldn’t be able to do that,” Nat said. “My aim is as bad as my mouth.”
Duke laughed. “Well, luckily for us, I don’t need you to throw burning rocks anywhere.”
He leaned in and nuzzled Nat’s jaw, his smile pressing against Nat’s throat. Nat’s breathing hitched.
“So lovely,” Duke murmured, kissing down his neck. He closed his mouth over Nat’s skin, sucking so sinfully that need jolted between Nat’s legs.
Nat moaned. “Weren’t we supposed to—get to know each other better?”
“Tell me more.” Duke squeezed Nat’s hip and began unbuttoning Nat’s shirt, his fingers hot through the thin fabric. Then he lowered Nat to the couch, caging Nat with his body.
“I—I like to pop bubble wrap. It feels so satisfying when—ah!” Nat shuddered when Duke closed his mouth around a nipple. Milk rushed out of him. “Hey! That’s for Wanda!”
Duke sighed and released Nat’s nipple, licking the white liquid off his lips. “You taste good.”
“That looks really questionable on your mouth,” Nat said. “Like you-know-what.”
Duke smirked and kissed down Nat’s plump body, down his stomach and belly. He undid Nat’s belt and pants, slipping his fingers down the front of Nat’s briefs to pull out his half-hard cock.
Nat moaned; Duke took him into his hot, wet mouth. And Dukesucked.
Nat grew so hard, he writhed. “Oh, oh—”
“Keep talking,” Duke rumbled around his cock, his tongue flicking against Nat’s underside.
“Oh, fuck,” Nat whimpered. “I—I like to read.”
“What do you like to read?”
“I s-started reading a d-demon romance. Mmm!” Nat whined when Duke pulled away, leaving his tip in his mouth. Duke began licking his slit, tugging lightly on Nat with his lips. He pushed off Nat’s shoes, pants, and underwear, then spread him wide open. Nat squirmed under his dark gaze.
“You like demons?” Duke grinned.
