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What was a fetus doing making such good coffee?
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Havoc in need of wreaking?”
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“If you’re not a monster, what are you?” Kai flashed a smile at him, revealing two rows of bright white, pearly, pointed teeth. “I’m a demon.” Oh. A demon. Of course.
“The demon realm.” Right, right. The demon realm. Not hell, then. That was a plus, right?
He straightened from the wall. He took a deep breath. And he ran right the fuck out of the house.
“Sascha,” Kai repeated, tasting the sound of it on his tongue. It was a soft sound. Everything soft. Everything sweet.
Kai could feel it, deep in his chest—that kernel of Sascha’s essence he had taken. A warm weight just as soft and sweet as the feel of Sascha in his arms had been. Strange. Kai had never enjoyed the feel of a soul piece before. Nor the taste of one. But Sascha’s… Delicious.
He was becoming just as bad as the incubus. This was not about physical desire. It was a bargain—one boon for another. Kai did not fuck his bargains. Although, he’d never had a bargain like Sascha before… No.
Kai’s hand kept returning to his chest, over the place where the soul piece resided. He found himself strangely impatient for the human to wake.
Sascha exited the bathroom, narrowly avoiding smacking his face into an absurdly broad chest on his way out. “So!” he said brightly, leading Kai down the stairs and doing his best to avoid thinking about motorboating giant demon pecs.
He still looked fierce as hell, reminding Sascha of some legendary Highlander from a trashy romance novel. What he was, when it came down to it, was sex incarnate. Sascha swallowed with a dry throat. Oh God. This was just a disaster, wasn’t it? There was no use denying it anymore. Sascha really wanted to fuck this demon.
Oh God. He was still hot. Why was he still so fucking hot?
Kai only gave him a sly grin. “That was a special occasion. An incubus, however—just as an example—would feed off your lust.” Oh shit. Sascha cleared his throat. “But you don’t—you don’t do that?” “It’s not my specialty.” Kai’s grin turned positively wolfish. “But that doesn’t mean I can’t smell it on you.” “Um…” Kai leaned forward, his eyes beginning to glow again. “You desire me, pup,” he crooned, sounding entirely too pleased with that fact. “There’s no use hiding it.”
Although, that didn’t explain why Sascha wanted nothing more than to bury his head in that massive chest, to let himself be held and comforted by a literal demon.
Was Sascha perhaps nervous their bodies wouldn’t fit? They would fit. Kai would make sure of it. Perhaps he needed to convince Sascha of that fact…
Sascha had brought up with his talk of being pampered. His definition was so lacking it made Kai want to rectify the situation. Sascha thought money and a lack of responsibility made him so? What of being brought the freshest kills? Having his naked form draped in the brightest furs of the demon realm? Being bathed in warm rivers and massaged with fine oils? Of course, that was mating behavior…
There were different words for it in different eras: battle-dazed, shell-shocked. He supposed now they would simply say the pup was traumatized. And maybe Ivan had something to do with that.
He wouldn’t have wanted Sascha to have a killer’s eyes. Sascha didn’t need them anyway. He could continue to be strange and varied and sweet. He had Kai to do his killing for him.
They wouldn’t even have had to mate—Kai could have simply crawled into bed with him, shared some of his warmth.
But of one thing he was certain—he wanted Sascha. And what Kai wanted, Kai would have.
He hadn’t been thinking, obviously, because why else would he have been jerking himself off to Kai growling outside his door? Idiot. Dumb, dumb, dumb. But he’d been hard and horny and weak; may the gods of sexual frustration forgive him.
There was too much sexual tension here for one house to hold.
And yes, Kai was a giant, tattooed, gorgeous hunk of a man with a waterfall of silky hair down to his pecs, and he looked like sex incarnate, but he was Sascha’s giant, tattooed, gorgeous hunk of a man, damn it.
“Make him give us all the coffee he has.” “I will not,” Sascha hissed. He glanced back, his irritation deflating when he caught sight of Kai’s unbearably hopeful expression. He sighed again—he was doing a lot of that these days—and turned back to the counter. “Seth? Better make that four. Four very large coffees.”
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He had an ally now, didn’t he? And sure, he’d had to give up a piece of his literal soul to gain one, but it was the first time in a very long time where he felt certain there was at least one person who had his back. One person who couldn’t send him away, or brush him off, or run away themselves.
Sascha had wanted to turn to him for comfort yesterday. It had taken everything in him to stop himself from curling up into Kai’s chest like a goddamn kitten. That something about him seemed to scream safety.
After another moment of scowling, Sascha did, giving Kai a direct look at the back of his neck. The exact spot a mating mark might lie. Kai ran his thumb over it—another shiver ran through Sascha’s frame.
Did his mouthy bargain really have nothing to say to that? Were a few soft touches all it took to hush him up? How enticing.
“You look nice in pretty things,” Kai pressed. The pink color of Sascha’s ears deepened to red, but he didn’t turn back to face Kai. “Do I?” “Mm,” Kai hummed, his thumbs stroking against the rough material on Sascha’s thighs. “Pretty things for a pretty man.” “You think I’m pretty?” The words were quiet, directed to the sand. “I think you’re lovely.”
thought you wanted me to be nice to you, hm? You crave sweetness, don’t you, Sascha? Sweetness to match your own?” “I’m not sweet,” Sascha mumbled. “Oh, but you are.” Kai brushed his hand along Sascha’s stomach, feeling him tremble. “The sweetest morsel I’ve come across in a long, long while.”
“You like that idea? Of course you do. Look how sensitive you are to the slightest touch. You were made to be fucked, weren’t you, little human?”
He wanted Kai to be nice to him? Kai would worship him, if this was the result.
“Would you like my mouth here, perhaps? Would that be nice of me, Sascha? To suck your pretty pink nipples?”
Sascha arched an imperious blond brow. “If I’m going to fuck a demon, I want to fuck a demon. Change back.”
He was beautiful. Otherworldly. And he wanted Sascha. And fuck, did Sascha want him back.
He opened his mouth to speak, various pleas running through his head. Please don’t hurt me. Please don’t draw me in just to push me away. Please don’t crush me like a bug when you leave.
“You toy with me.” Sascha opened his eyes, narrowing them at Kai. “Just getting my bearings, hot stuff.” He hid his grin as Kai mumbled the words hot stuff to himself.
This was the blow job Olympics, and he was fucking crushing it. He couldn’t be sent back to regionals.
so…why not buy what would make the demon happy? Or happier than Sascha sucking on his giant dick like a lollipop already had. Because the dude was glowing.
He just didn’t have the proper defenses for hot demons with huge cocks who said they were going to protect him, let alone hot demons with huge cocks who said they were going to be sweet to him.
“If we were in the demon realm, and you were a demon, I would bring you a fresh kill every night,” Kai told him. He said the words while staring pointedly, like they were supposed to mean something.
“I suppose I’ll have to learn how to make human food.”
So taste your coffee instead.” Kai took a sip. His nose wrinkled. “This is not like what the baker made for us.” “Is it better?” “No,” Kai answered mournfully, staring into the cup. “It is not better.”
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“I wish to hold you as you slumber,” he said firmly. “I’ll sip on the rage you claim you don’t have. You’ll sleep better for it.”
He was tired and weak, and he wanted a goddamn cuddle, even if that cuddle included weird demon bullshit.
“No talking,” Sascha mumbled, his breath cool on Kai’s skin. “And pet my hair.” Kai obliged immediately, running the silken strands through his fingers as Sascha determinedly closed his eyes and somehow seemed to pretend Kai was not there, even as Kai held him tightly.
Kai had grown attached to the piece inside his chest, as he had to the man in his arms. Something about Sascha grounded him, soothed an itch he’d known his entire existence.
Kai wanted to keep him. Him and his delicious soul.
There was the chance he’d find one eventually, but whoever he found, they wouldn’t be like Sascha—soft and sweet and small enough to tuck into his chest. Or full of the same complex human emotions: his hot and bitter anger, the sour tinge of sadness that encased the inherent sweetness of his soul.
Kai peered back down at him. Sascha’s cheeks were flushed with sleep, and there were creases on his face from his pillow, his white-blond hair sticking out in all different directions. The sass he seemed to wear like armor was missing in the early morning, as was his surly mood from the night before. He looked unbelievably delicious.
