Page 32 of Mafia Prince (Paranormal Delights 1)
Cy inhaled sharply, his startling eyes swimming with lust and something more. Something deeper.
“But—”
Cy shook his head. “No fucking buts Ozni. It’s simple. I want you and you want me. There is no motherfucking buts in there. Except your cock inmybutt.”
Ozni chuckled, he couldn’t help it. Cy was being too cute for his own good. He cupped Cy’s face and forced him to stay still. Ozni’s muscles went taut as he got ready to voice what he never wanted to say.
“I’m afraid, Cy,” Ozni whispered.
Cy went still, his pink lips parted. Ozni pushed his thumb over the man’s mouth. Worry danced all over Cy’s face, his brows furrowed and his tongue swiped against his bottom lip and against Ozni’s thumb.
Before the incubus could say anything stupid, Ozni continued to speak. “Not of you, but of myself and what I might do to you or—” Ozni quickly shut his mouth before he said Porter’s name.
The worry was wiped off of Cy’s face and a stern look took over. It was like every look the incubus made caused Ozni’s cock to jump and pre-come to dampen his pants.
“Oz, that’s rid—”
Ozni pulled Cy’s face back in for another kiss. Thoughts of them being out in the open, in the very public kitchen and where any one of the hosts or even Arden could walk in was pushed to the farthest part of Ozni’s mind.
He swiped his tongue along the same path Cy’s had traveled a moment ago over his plump lips. Cy moaned and the kitchen was filled with his pheromones. A tingle went down Ozni’s spine as he growled and pushed further into Cy’s mouth, getting a better taste of the incubus. Their tongues tangled together and he easily gave Ozni control, only fueling the vampire. He swallowed every groan and moan that came from Cy.
Sweet bliss.The vampire shoved Cy against the wall hard, earning another moan from the incubus’s sweet lips. Cy whimpered and he tried to open his pants, fumbling with them instead. Ozni growled and took Cy’s hands in one of his before shoved them above Cyrus’s head and not so gently pressed them against the wall. Ozni moved so that his lower body held Cy up and the incubus instinctively wrapped his legs around the other’s waist.
Ozni pushed his fingers into Cy’s too-damn-tight shorts and without hesitation, ripped them from the man’s body. He never wanted to see them again down in the bar. They were too revealing on Cy’s delectable body.
The deep groan from Cyrus’s throat made him feel high as his sight was transfixed on Cy’s uncut cock. The pink head peeked out just barely while a thick drop of pre-come beaded right next to the slit, before rolling down the man’s foreskin. Ozni caught it before it touched his perfectly waxed, smooth balls.
Ozni brought his finger to his mouth and licked it clean, groaning; he felt light headed with the amount of desire that rushed through his body.
“Oz, please,” Cy moaned.
Ozni was already stroking Cy’s cock trying his damnest to earn another drop of pre-come. Cy writhed as much as he could against the wall. It was more than Ozni had ever dreamt of. Cyrus was ten times more alluring in the throes of passion than he was day to day. Ozni’s imagination paled in comparison. And the sounds that continued to slip out of him unfiltered and raw? Hot damn they were like music to Ozni’s ears. He couldn't get enough of the man! More pre-come dripped out and Ozni was like a starving man, lifting his hand and licking up all of Cy’s essences from his fingers.
“Fuck me side ways Oz, you’re killing me,” Cyrus panted.
Ozni smirked at the incubus and stared into glazed light brown eyes as he licked his hand a little slower. He wrapped his tongue around one of his fingers and Cy watched intently. His mouth slightly opened and a blush covered his face. Another wave of his pheromones was forced out of him and surrounded them like a thick, warm blanket.
Ozni once again took Cy’s cock in his salvia slicked hand and pulled more whimpers from the incubus. He leaned forward and brought their lips together again in a bruising kiss.
The vampire’s teeth shifted, the second row of sharp fangs breaking through and he couldn’t help himself. He was doomed. Slowly, he dragged them across Cy’s exposed neck to his collarbone, barely holding back from breaking his soft skin. It would be so easy. His flesh would tear with ease under Ozni’s sharp teeth like cutting paper with scissors. Cy’s hot blood would cover his tongue and teeth and—
“Oz. Uh fuck I. I-I’m c-c-coming,” Cy moaned out.
Cy went stiff against Ozni, his slender cock jumping in Ozni’s hand before thick streams of come shot out. Some landed on Cy’s abdomen and some on Ozni’s shirt. Most of it coated his hand still wrapped around Cyrus’s length.
Ozni slowly let go and knew he needed to get the hell out of there. His teeth weren’t receding and the desire to rip Cy’s flesh apart rode him hard. He lowered Cy down from the wall and released his wrists. The incubus’s eyes were still glossy as he licked his lips hungrily at Ozni.
The daywalker couldn’t talk, but he couldn’t stay there for much longer either. He scooped Cy up and moved at a speed no one would be able to see as typed in the code to Cy’s room and quickly closed the door. The amount of pheromones they left in the kitchen was bound to be noticed and honestly Ozni was surprised no one had found them out.
Ozni’s nails lengthened and panic set in. His claws helped tear his victims apart. He was losing more and more control. Carefully, he laid Cyrus down on his soft bed before he pulled back, ready to leave.
“Oz,” Cy called out.
He wanted nothing more than to join the incubus in bed. It was that night when Cyrus had asked him to stay all over again. But unlike that time where Ozni was in his right mind enough to speak, his double row of teeth made that nearly impossible. He leaned over and pushed some of Cy’s hair behind his ear as tried his damndest to let it show in his eyes that he needed to leave but he wasn’t rejecting Cy the way the incubus thought.
Cy stared into his eyes. “I’m not afraid of you, Ozni. You’re not the monster that you think you are.” Cy pulled Ozni down by his shirt and their lips met making the daywalker go stock-still.
“Get out of your head soon, Ozni,” Cy whispered before he let the man go.
