“Oh my god, Minos! Yes!” Adam cried out.
Minos used his hands to pull Adam’s hips up, and based on Adam’s mewling, the new angle was hitting Adam in just the right spot.
Minos let all his worry and frustration go then, thrusting into his lover and thinking of nothing but pleasure.
The feelings rebounded between them, their love and pleasure in each other growing with every thrust, until Minos was steadily growling and Adam was practically screaming.
His cock pounded Adam’s hole, his tail squeezed Adam’s cock, and he reached the tip of it up to slide along Adam’s slit, gently pressing into it. Adam did scream then, his cum painting his chest, his channel squeezing rhythmically around Minos’s cock.
It sent Minos over the edge, and he thrust deeply as his own orgasm overcame him.
When the pleasure subsided, Minos rolled onto his side, pulling Adam into his chest and cleaning them off with a simple thought.
They lay there together, basking in each other, gently breathing.
“Do you feel better, big guy?” Adam finally asked, lazily rubbing his hand along Minos’s chest.
Minos chuckled. “You know me so well, my soul. I did worry you would be hurt, and I’m glad you were not. And I always feel better when I am with you.”
Adam murmured, “Me too, big guy. You make everything better.” He gave Minos a tight squeeze before he rested all his weight on Minos’s shoulder and side.
Eventually Minos could tell his soulmate had drifted off to sleep from his deep, even breathing, and Minos closed his eyes, ready to enjoy the human pastime of napping. Even a corporate retreat, a troublesome ex, leadership team assholes (although maybe Cutie and Scowly weren’t actually assholes), and meddling friends couldn’t dull his pleasure in the afterlife now that he had Adam.
Minos didn’t know what he had done to deserve Adam’s light and beauty, but he would thank both heaven and hell for the giftthat his soulmate was. With an eternity of happiness ahead of him, Minos drifted off to a peaceful slumber.
Part Two
Some People Never Learn
A BEGINNER’S GUIDE TO THE CARE AND FEEDING OF DEMONS BONUS STORY
Chapter 1
Jon
Jonathan hummed softly to himself as he stocked the aquarium shelves. He stopped when he noticed the rainbow-colored plant decoration he’d ordered. Beel would love it in the aquarium upstairs—it was really cute, and a couple of the decorations could stand to be replaced. He’d probably love one at Gabe’s house too, and Jon made a note to set two aside for him.
Yeah, yeah, so it was a little… different that his boyfriend was also a frog (but at least he was easy to buy gifts for). Jon chuckled to himself and shook his head, because it was more than just different—it was downright fantastical. But hey, he worked in a petshop, and he’d always had a special place in his heart for the scaled and feathered over the furry when it came to pets. He had been totally enamored of Mr. Frog and had envied Gabe his pet many times over the years. He laughed to himself again, thinking he hadn’t known the half of it.
Almost two months had gone by, and he was struck by how different his life was. He had been lonely and sad, and his previous relationship had been a disastrous failure. Gabe and Az asking him to watch Mr. Frog had been a blessing, and he’d loved the company. Then his dirtbag ex had shown up, and thenthe cute guy had shown up, and then… Well, Jon had weird thoughts in his head. Really weird thoughts. Of course Az had kept making frog prince references, and Beel had always croaked in the right places, but Jon had managed to convince himself that he had averyoveractive imagination.
Only he hadn’t. He guessed that’s why he took it so well when Beel gave him the news.
After some amazing dates with Beel’s human form, he had already been in love. He wasn’t sure when it had happened, but the connection had been undeniable, and the thought of Beel feeling rejected in any one of his forms made Jon’s heart break a little. He loved Beel no matter what, and he let him know that all the time. Jon smiled—he was getting pretty good at this relationship stuff.
Of course, they were also apparently soulmates, so that probably helped things along in the communication department. Jon didn’t really understand the whole soulmate thing too well, but he knew they’d never be separated. It was comfort and security, and it made him warm and happy inside in a way nothing else in life ever had. He couldfeelBeel; he knew when his boyfriend was feeling really strong emotions, and he figured Beel could tell the same about him.
And the sex. Well, the sex was amazing. That whole feeling-each-other thing really brought sex to a new level. Jon could admit he was a little shy and self-conscious about his body (and about asking for what he wanted), but Beel made it abundantly clear that he adored everything about Jon and that he was willing to try just about anything (apparently he’d worked in the lust department in hell for awhile and hadreallyseen it all).
So the sex… It was really hot. Off the charts. Amazing. Phenomenal. And they couldn’t get enough of each other.
Jon had to stop thinking about that, though, because he had work to do, and Beel was off in the back room studying for oneof the college courses he’d enrolled in. Jon knew Beel wouldn’t mind the interruption, but he did have a store to run.
He heard the bell twinkle over the shop door, like he’d summoned a customer just thinking about work. He sighed, then cheerfully called out, “Welcome to Marty’s! I’m Jon, and I’ll be right with you!”
He smiled thinking about Beel having a long monologue on whether the pet store name was ironic or not (Jon wasn’t sure himself, but the debate Beel had with himself was hysterical). When Jon had explained it was named after his grandfather who had left him the money to open the shop, Beel had simply kissed him softly and remarked that he was the luckiest demon in all the hells to have such a wonderful soulmate.
Jon finished unpacking his box when he didn’t hear a reply, figuring the person wanted to browse a bit. He liked to offer help, but he didn’t want to come on too strong with his customers, either. Some people hated being approached by salespeople, and he respected that.
