Suddenly, Seb groaned and thrust, spilling all over my hand. I broke the kiss to glare at him in outrage. What a shameful waste.
“Sorry.” he gasped, looking flushed and completely undone.
Grumbling my displeasure, I moved down his body to lick up his seed from where it had dribbled down his cock and my hand and splashed on his stomach. Eating it wasn’t as good as having it inside me, but it was far better than wasting it completely. I hummed my pleasure, he tasted delicious. I kept my hand wrapped around his cock as I licked us both clean. Every last drop I could find. Even the salty taste of his skin was good.
He moaned, throwing his head back. “Fuck, Jinx. You are going to be the death of me.”
I wasn’t. I was going to make sure that he lived for a very long time. I wanted him, needed him. He was mine and I was going to keep him.
Chapter twenty-one
IwatchedJinxtuckinto a bowl of porridge like it was the best thing ever. A fond smile spread across my face. I’d been smiling so much lately, my face was aching. But even that wasn’t stopping me.
The coffee in my hand was delicious, the morning sun was streaming through the windows and the world was a glorious, wonderful place.
My phone pinged and I glanced down at it, where it was resting on the breakfast bar. My world came crashing down and anxiety rolled in my gut.
Jinx paused with his spoon halfway to his mouth, flashing me a concerned look.
“It’s a text from my dad,” I explained. “Reminding me that Mom is hosting one of her dinners tonight.”
Jinx just stared at me in confusion.
“I have to go. The collar means you have to come with me. Somehow I need to hide you in my parents’ house. Hide a demon in Ravenson Manor.”
I groaned as the full magnitude of the situation hit me. This was awful. How the hell was I going to pull this one off?
“Why?” signed Jinx.
I stared back at him. “My parents’ can’t know I’m dating a demon!” I exclaimed in horror.
Jinx dropped the spoon into his half empty bowl with a clang and fixed me with a very pissed off glare.
My heart sank. Great. Now Jinx was upset too. My mother’s dinners could cause anxiety and drama hours before even starting. It was going to be a long, awful day. After everything we had been through, a stupid social event shouldn’t even be a problem. But it seemed like it was going to be.
A few long miserable hours later and everything was far worse than I had predicted. Jinx had not calmed down at all. Instead, he had gotten increasingly irate about not meeting my family.
I did understand how insulting that was, truly I did. But he was being ridiculously stubborn and dramatic about it. Acting like my parents were normal parents and not famous, respectable demon hunters. I was protecting him, more than I was protecting them.
But Jinx wasn’t listening. A long tense car journey and then sneaking into my parents’ house while carefully disabling the wards before reigniting them after Jinx had passed, had not improved matters one bit.
Now I was sitting in my childhood bedroom in a ridiculous situation.
I hugged my knees and sighed. I should have made the salt circle bigger, like around the bed or something. This was getting uncomfortable.
The demon paced relentlessly, growling and hissing. All shadows, amber eyes and sharp teeth. Because, at this moment Jinx was very much being a demon. I’d never seen him in his demon form before. Strangely, it didn’t bother me at all. It was merely his temper tantrum that was annoying me.
“We’ve been through this,” I said for what felt like the hundredth time. “I said no, and I explained why.”
I only received annoyed hisses for an answer. Jinx wasn’t even bothering to sign or even trying to communicate with me at all anymore. He’d been outraged when I poured the salt circle to keep him away from me, and had been prowling outside it ever since.
I could have ordered him to stop his nonsense by using the collar, but I would not use my absolute power over him unless there was no other option. Using it to win an argument would be a dick move. So, I had resorted to using salt to create a barrier between us. Hoping that a bit of distance would help us both to calm down. It wasn’t working.
“No hugs until you promise to behave,” I said sternly.
Things had escalated quickly after Jinx had wanted a hug and I’d been too frustrated with him to want to give him one. He needed to realize how serious this was and agree to hide while I went to dinner.
The demon wailed, stalked away from the circle, to scuttle up the wall and up onto the ceiling.
