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There should be a special place in hell for people who called before ten a.m.
Sergei let out a very Russian-sounding grunt.
Something clicked in Sascha’s brain. “Did you just stab me?” He might have been embarrassed at his pouty tone at any other time, but his arm hurt, goddamn it.
Sascha had to eventually admit that it was at least a hot monster.
Sascha peered up at him. “Am I right in thinking you can’t leave that circle?” Kai eyed him warily. “Not until our contract is finalized.” “Oh! I see.” Sasha nodded frantically. “Okay, cool. Perfect.” And then Sascha did the only sensible thing he could do. He straightened from the wall. He took a deep breath. And he ran right the fuck out of the house.
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Kai did not fuck his bargains. Although, he’d never had a bargain like Sascha before…
And if he was going to dream about built, beautiful monsters, couldn’t those dreams be about them fucking him into the mattress? Otherwise, what was the point?
There was that same massive blue beast sitting in his bedroom chair, staring at him with glowing blue eyes. Once, as a child, Sascha had woken to his dad at his bedside, loaded gun in hand. He wasn’t sure which experience was more disconcerting, really.
Twink death might be inevitable down the line, but that didn’t mean he had to go and help it along.
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.
No, he scolded himself, turning at the foot of the stairs. Your propensity for big dicks does not excuse you lusting after a creature from another dimension.
“Why do you only cover your shoulders? Why not your chest or, like, your belly?” Kai’s brow furrowed. “That would cover my most vulnerable areas.” “Um, yeah. Exactly.” “It would be a sign of weakness.” “Oh, of course.” It took everything in Sascha to contain his eye roll. Maybe Kai was more his type than he’d thought. That was maybe the dumbest thing he’d ever heard.
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. He’d summoned him, fair and square. He’d even had his finger nibbled to seal the deal. So all these other jerks should just keep their damned eyes to themselves.
Kai stroked the back of Sascha’s neck with his thumb again. “You don’t need to be. I have bravery enough for the both of us.”
That thing was not going to fit. No way, no how. Size queen card revoked. License expired.
“You have lube leaking from your dick,” Sascha accused. An amused rumble emanated from Kai’s broad chest. He arched a dark brow. “How else would one mate?”
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.
Sascha’s gaze dropped down to where there was now a quite sizable bulge tenting up the bedcovers. He scrambled off the bed, much more quickly than he usually moved in the morning. “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.”
you’re a giant hunk of man meat, so you can get away with just standing there, mostly. I, as your sexy twink accessory, will do the heavy lifting.”
“Your soul is lovely,” Sascha whispered against Kai’s neck.
“I think my codependent heart just skipped a beat,” he murmured. Kai frowned down at him. “It shouldn’t be doing that. You should be fully healthy after the ceremony.”
Kai’s poor, neglected cock (they’d had sex that morning but just the once) would have to wait.
