But he didn’t seem eager to move in and control my body—unless you counted the enormous erection that brushed my stomach as he shifted his weight and leaned even closer.
Strikegood. It felt incredible.
When he chuckled against my skin, that felt even better. His tongue whipped back into his mouth, leaving my skin tingling in its wake. “How long do you want it to be?”
My eyes crossed and rolled back in my head simultaneously, something I hadn’t even known was possible. Need clenched the pit of my stomach. My body clenched up in all kinds of places, in fact.
Well, mostly one place.
Gods, I was so empty.He could fill me. Impale me, heat me from the inside…
“…possess you completely, just like you wanted,” he finished in a growl against my neck. His words. All of it. Echoing in my ears and in my mind—taking over my mind, only not theway I’d expected. The world had gone all soft and gooey around me, morphing into strange shapes. He had to be messing with my head. Hypnotizing me. “I’ll forgive you for the pink salt because you taste even sweeter than I thought you would.”
There was a hard, muscular arm around my waist, and I was moving, his teeth scraping against my neck, veins throbbing where he threatened them with his fangs. The tiny frisson of pain and the possibility of imminent death shot adrenaline straight down to my balls, and behind them. You couldn’t actually be in gasping pain from how much you needed a cock up your ass, could you? I wouldn’t have thought so. But I squirmed and whimpered, trying to cross my legs to alleviate the desperate tightness between them, my fingers clawing into the demon’s chest.
A low growl rumbled out of that chest, and he clutched me closer, plastering me against acres of hard muscle.
I blinked, and that was my living room ceiling, my head tipped back on his shoulder. Was I walking? Not sure, but I blinked again and moaned as everything tilted and I caught a dizzying glimpse of the nerdy poster on my wall that Kenny had always made fun of me for, even though he liked the movies too. So sue me, Sean Bean was so hot.
This demon was even hotter, literally and metaphorically.
And he was laying me down on my bed, hence the tilting.
“You’re going to belong to me after this, David,” he said, tone matter-of-fact, and I blinked again, not sure if I was hallucinating the reddish glow in his eyes or not. “I’m finally here, and I’m going to stay inside you. Until you can’t feel anything but me.”
The last of my resistance evaporated—not that I’d been putting up much of a fight.
Part of me had wanted to, though. Intended to, anyway. Considered it in the abstract. Not because I didn’t want this, but because it felt so much like an accidental pity fuck.
But now—that really sounded like he meant to possess me after all, didn’t it? Maybe. It could be read that way. He’d fuck me, and that was how he’d get…inside. Maybe his body would disappear, or something.
Damn it, I didn’t have a lot of leisure time to think it through. He’d already knelt between my sprawled legs and popped the button on my jeans, wrapping one big hand around my left thigh to hold me in place while he tugged down my zipper with the other.
My cock strained at the front of my pants, and I groaned as it slipped through the gap in the denim, tenting the blue plaid cotton of my dorky boxers. Fuck, I really would’ve worn something else if I’d known I’d be getting ravished by a demon tonight instead of inventorying used cookbooks.
I hadn’t expected this to work, just like it hadn’t worked the hundred other times. Why had it? It nagged at me, along with how he seemed to know things about me…like my name, but I couldn’t think or focus, because he’d moved closer, and his knees were pressing my legs apart, pulling my ass open and stretching the tender skin behind my balls. Gods, I needed him, I needed…
No, I had to—I had questions first!
“I won’t be able to feel my migraines with you inside me, right?” I slurred, trying to push myself up onto my elbows. “And wait, how do you know my name?”
The demon looked up and bared his teeth at me in something that could’ve been a smile. “I won’t hurt you,” he said, which didn’t actually answer either of my questions. “And my name is Xan, if you care,” he added.
“Xan,” I whispered, trying my best to try to duplicate the odd, throat-clearing pronunciation of the first sound. “Nice to meet you.”
His eyes widened and he let out a low growl that froze me in place like prey and raised goosebumps on my arms. And then he wrapped his huge hands around the waist of my jeans and boxers and yanked them down.
Chapter Three
The head of my cock popped out of my boxers, all flushed and demanding, and the elastic band pressing on my shaft had me writhing and toppling onto my back again, my arms giving out.
Okay, no more questions and no more worrying. Maybe I’d meet some horrible fate later tonight, and maybe this wouldn’t do anything about the headaches. Maybe I’d die at the big, powerful hands of this demon I’d summoned, with orange logos flickering in my vision at the last.
But I no longer cared. I needed his touch like I needed air. Either from some demonic magic, or simple sexual deprivation, or some combination…but the heavy ache between my legs encompassed my cock, my balls, my clenching hole. Gods, he’d probably ruin me.
My fingers twitched with the desire to open the straining front of those leather pants, pull out his cock, lick it, suck it, spread my legs and let him destroy me with it.
Before I could try, Xan bent down and opened his mouth, his tongue snaking out, the end curling toward my cock. My heart thudded and raced, and gods, that couldn’t possibly be good for my blood pressure, and I’d never seen anything like that tongue, and nobody had so much as touched my cock with a normal human tongue in years, and—
