Declan nodded. An adventurous gleam entered his eyes, one Sammy didn’t like in the least. “Then we better do the sex speech.” He turned to Sammy, a serious expression on his face that could have fooled Sammy if it hadn’t been for the tell-tale twitching of Troy’s lips. Sammy slapped his hands over his ears.
“I don’t want to hear it. In fact, I can’t hear a word you’re saying. La-la-la!”
Declan reached over the counter to pry Sammy’s hands form his ears. “Oh, you will listen, young man. I’m not going to risk the wrath of the witches when they find out you weren’t sufficiently prepared for your sexual adventures with a demon.”
“How do they even know? I haven’t told them on purpose,” Sammy whined. The prospect of all his friends meddling in his—whatever he had with Dre, hopefully a relationship—was a nightmare.
“They’re witches, man. We don’t ask, and we certainly don’t tell. Back to you. Have you kissed with your demon already? Because doing the tongue-tango with fangs can be tricky.”
Sammy felt heat crawling from his neck up to his ears when he remembered their intense training sessions. He couldn’t believe he was having this conversation. Why couldn’t the floor open up and swallow Declan and Troy? While he tried to hide his embarrassment, Sammy started with Declan’s coffee.
“Don’t you worry. We have the fangs sorted out.”
Both alphas whistled. “That’s what, second base all covered?” Declan asked Troy. Sammy decided to ignore them. He pushed the button for a double espresso and listened to the calming sound of coffee beans being grounded. Unfortunately, Declan and Troy were like toddlers who demanded his undivided attention. “Are you prepared for third base? And fourth?”
Sammy poured the remaining milk foam into Declan’s Thermos. “I’m not talking about bases with you.”
“Then how about cocks?” As crude as the words were, Sammy could hear the laughter in Troy’s voice.
“We’re not going to talk about cocks either.” Sammy turned to hand Declan his coffee. “You two are taking your caffeine out of my shop without further mentioning of cocks or bases. If Mavis and Maribell ask, I promise to cover for you, but talking about this with you two just seems wrong. Hell, it seems wrong talking about it at all. And I’m not completely clueless, you know.”
The two alphas shared a look. Troy cleared his throat. “We don’t think you’re clueless, Sammy. It’s just that being with a paranormal is challenging enough. Make that paranormal a demon and it’s even worse. I’m sorry if we’re making you uncomfortable.” Declan snorted, and Troy rolled his eyes. “Fine, I’m not sorry. Happy now?” he asked, turning to Declan, who just nodded. “Sammy, you have to believe us. We want you to be happy and, above all, we want you to be safe. Doing the nasty with a demon requires serious preparation, because those guys are hung like horses. You need to stretch yourself properly if you don’t want it to hurt and—”
“La, la, la! I can’t hear you!” Sammy was practically screaming. “Go on, shoo. You have a business trip. Don’t let me detain you.” He stepped around the counter and started shoving the laughing alphas out of the shop. When the shop door closed, Sammy breathed a sigh of relief. He knew Troy and Declan meant well, but he wasn’t ready to discuss his sex life with them, especially not the technical details that he hadn’t completely thought through on his own yet. He felt insanely attracted to Dre, and just kissing him had Sammy hard to the point of pain. He also knew enough about gay sex to realize that the baseball bat he’d felt through Dre’s trousers would be a challenge, mildly put.
Maybe it was a good idea to do some experimenting on his own, to find out how much he could take. Apart from regular masturbating as was normal for a healthy young male, Sammy had little-to-no experience with sex when a second person was involved. He wondered if there were books about sex with paranormals and where he could find one. If things with Dre kept progressing like they were, it wouldn’t be long until their heavy make-out sessions would turn into something more. The mere thought had Sammy’s heart beating faster. He wanted this—not only the sex or the unbelievably hot and funny dates. He wanted Dre.
Filled with new determination, Sammy made himself a cup of hot chocolate before he went to his laptop.
* * * *
“Hi, stranger. Haven’t seen you in days.” Barion sounded overly cheerful when he entered Dre’s kitchen. He paused and started sniffing the air for dramatic effect. “Somebody’s quite excited.”
Dre flipped his brother off while taking another sip of his morning tea, a blend of herbs from the demon realm that could wake the dead. Dre liked it a lot. He was still too ecstatic about the three dates he’d had with Sammy on the weekend to let his brother get to him. Sammy was so sweet, so hot, so wonderful. Dre felt his heart and cock swell just thinking about the human.
“I had a great weekend.”
Barion went over to the cupboard, got a mug and poured himself some of Dre’s tea. He sniffed it once with a disgusted expression before he found the sugar and dumped four spoonsful into it. Stirring the concoction, he went over to the table where Dre was sitting.
“Come on, big brother. Don’t leave me hanging like that. Give me details!”
“He’s so sweet, Barion. We went to Rome on Friday. Had dinner at Zenobia’s place, then went to see the Roman Forum, the Catacombs and Ostia Antica. Saturday, I took him skiing in Canada. You should have seen him. Even though he has zero talent, he tried the entire day until he was able to glide down one of the beginner’s hills. His face was all flushed from the cold, his cute nose peeking out from between the scarf and the woolen hat. I almost ravished him right on the slope. Yesterday we had a picnic in Machu Picchu. We prepared it together in his kitchen. He knows how to make killer sandwiches.”
“Brother, I think you’ve got it bad. Even when you were with he-whose-balls-shall-rot-and-fall-off, you weren’t so excited. You’re practically glowing. When will you introduce him?”
“Not before I have thoroughly prepared him for the occasion. I love you, Barion, and I know you mean well, but I don’t want to spook Sammy. You can be a bit over-eager sometimes.”
Barion pouted. “Where’s the trust, bro?”
“I trust you with many things, little brother. You know that. My potential mate is not among them.” There, he’d said it, his deepest hope that kept surfacing from the dark place inside him where he’d buried it over a hundred years ago.
Barion clapped his hands. “You think he’s the one?”
Before Dre could answer, his smartphone buzzed, telling him he had a WhatsApp message. Absentmindedly he swiped the screen to see what it was. A huge smile spread his lips when he realized that it came from Sammy.
Miss U. Looking forward to the weekend.
Attached was a link to aNational Geographicarticle about an important Viking warrior who had turned out to be female. Dre sent a heart, a kissing emoji and two clashing swords back. He was so looking forward to their trip to Sweden on Saturday. For Friday, they had planned to cook together in Sammy’s apartment.
