Wreaking Havoc (Demon Bound, #1)

by Grae Bryan

But he’d been hard and horny and weak; may the gods of sexual frustration forgive him.

He’d retreated to bed early, hoping to get away from all the stupid temping muscles in his house and distract himself with online shopping (and there were quite a few packages he was most definitely going to regret coming his way in two business days or less).

“Why don’t you taste it from the source, Sascha?” “I was getting to that,” Sascha told him, a little peevish. He was usually better at seduction than this, but it wasn’t every day he was confronted with demon dick, okay? He deserved a little grace.

Fuck, how was he going to go back to sucking human dick after this? This was the blow job Olympics, and he was fucking crushing it. He couldn’t be sent back to regionals. Was he doing sports metaphors right?

“Nope. No funny business,” he scolded from a safe distance. “You broke me last night. And my ass is a national treasure. As such, it must be protected.”

“Except, wait.” He grabbed the remote, turning off the TV. “I can’t get demon-married with The Real Housewives playing in the background. It’s too tacky, even for me.”

He waved a hand to encompass his whole ensemble. “I can look much better than this, I promise.” Kai’s eyes gleamed at he looked him over. “But you look good enough to eat, zaychik.” Sascha considered Kai’s sharp teeth. “I’m a little worried you mean that literally.”

Maybe easy niceness was how it all began. Maybe people just…kept being nice to each other over a period of time, and then it became friendship? Was there a YouTube demonstration he could watch about this?

“The TV can teach us how to cook?” Sascha sighed before pressing a kiss to Kai’s lips. “Never underestimate the power of television, Kai. Never.”