He leans over and pulls my hood off. His eyes widen. Shit. Did I let my eyes glow? Mal is going to be so pissed at me. He wants me to pass for human.
“He is fucking gorgeous, Mal! Where in hell did you find him?”
I blink. That was just a turn of phrase? Wasn’t it? I cannot have given myself away that completely.
Mal’s eyes flash dangerously. “Nikolai, stop pawing at the hole and let’s get to business.”
Nikolai frowns, but he stops looming over me and sits back down. Mal fires a question at him and they are soon conversing about things I don’t understand and people I don’t know.
I tune them out, pull my hood back up, and try to focus on my delicious burger. Taking care to eat it the same way the humans are. It tastes good. Small moments of joy need to be savored. Hell knows when the next one is going to be. I think Mal is still angry at me, so it might be a while.
My stomach churns uncomfortably. I don’t like the thought of Mal being angry at me. And I don’t like the way he just talked about me. Which is a ridiculous thought. The way he talked about me to his friend is normal. Nothing I haven’t heard a thousand times from a hundred different keepers. The fact it came from Mal should not be unsettling at all. I don’t know why it is? Am I becoming crazy and unhinged in a new way?
That is a frustrating thought. Not a lot I can do about it though. If my deranged heart is going to start yearning for someone to benice to me, I’m just going to have to ride it out. My heart will give up again soon enough.
People are cruel. Humans, demons, paranormals. They are all dangerous. Selfish and violent. Longing for something different is just plain stupid.
I’m a fucked up mess of a person. But I am not stupid. And no one can ever take that from me.
It is the only thing I have left.
Chapter seven
An orgasm surges through my body like a wildfire. I gasp. I’m on Mal’s lap and on his cock. Facing away from him. We are in the basement. When did I drift away? The last thing I remember is the restaurant. How long did I go for?
Disorientation is making me feel dizzy. My thoughts are muddled.
“You need to give me another one, pretty boy,” Mal rumbles in my ear.
His oiled hand firmly strokes my cock. I squirm. It is too much. My body is too sensitive, it only just spilled. But he is relentless and I can’t escape his hold.
I whine, whimper, and keen as he torments me. Pain is mixed with the pleasure. My balls draw up. They contract, but I’m empty. The dry orgasm pulses through me and I scream.
Mal’s cock spurts inside me, flooding me with his seed. Hot and wet and mine.
I’m shuddering, sweating. Panting. My muscles are soft and weak.
“You clenched so tightly,” grunts Mal.
He turns my head to face him, squishing my cheeks in his grip. He peers deep into my eyes. “Don’t leave me again, Little One.”
Intense relief and a thousand other emotions swirl in his eyes. Suddenly his head moves and then warm, soft lips are claiming my own. He is kissing me. Mal is kissing me.
Sparks ignite throughout my body. They rush down to my toes and make them curl. My stomach flips and my heart pounds. His kiss is electricity and fire. It feels like magic and tastes like home.
I kiss him back with hunger and need. I welcome him. He can have all of me. I wriggle around so he can kiss me deeper. Even though it causes his softening cock to slip out of me. It is a swap I am very happy to make.
My arms wrap around his neck, and I moan in bliss. I want to hold onto him forever, and never, ever let him go.
He pulls away and grins at me. “Scary little demon loves kisses, hey?”
He kisses me some more and I try to press myself as close to him as I can get. I want him to kiss me for eternity and always.
Mal pulls away again. I whimper at the loss.
“You are turning me soft, Gray,” he says.
Suspicion and doubt cloud his eyes. I hate to see it. I’m not ensorcelling him. I don’t even remember how to do that. I’m a faint flickering shadow of my former self. My past glory is barely a memory. It feels more like a half-remembered dream. But I can’t convince Mal of that. He is clever and wise. Too cunning to trust a demon.
