Immediately, I felt Miguel deflate beside me.
Oh,hellno.
My blood boiled. Nobody spoke to my fated mate that way. I glared at the employee, who was extremely lucky that human social norms forced me to be on my best behavior right now, or else my demon claws would've turned him into confetti by now.
"Thank you for that incredibly rude and unnecessary comment," I said coldly, "but this suit will fit myboyfriendjust fine. Please step aside so he can try it on."
The employee gaped, shocked that I'd rebutted him. He moved out of my way as I encouraged Miguel towards the changing room.
There was a hint of sadness on Miguel's face. I wouldn't let that stand. When we were out of earshot, I asked, "Did that man's stupid comment upset you?"
Miguel shot me a half-smile and half-grimace. "A little, yeah. I don't think he was wrong though. He was just doing his job."
"Making customers uncomfortable and self-conscious is not his job. He was completely out of line. And on top of that, he's wrong. Apparently, I know more about suits than he does." I gestured to the one he was holding. "I know for a fact this will look perfect on you. Go ahead and put it on."
"If you say so…”
He hesitated by the changing room door. I desperately wanted to go inside with him for several reasons, one of which was because I fantasized about claiming him in this tiny semi-public box, but I also wanted to be his cheerleader through this whole process since it was clear he'd never done this before.
"Welp," he said. "Guess I'll try."
"Shall I come in with you?"
The words came out of my mouth before I could stop them, sneaking past my tongue like little snakes. Apparently, we demons can't control ourselves as well as I thought.
Miguel was adorably flustered. "Um. I mean. Sure. We're both guys. Nothing weird about it." His voice rose in pitch with each word and heat radiated off his flushed cheeks.
"Of course, if you're not comfortable I can wait outside," I told him.
"No, I'm fine. C-come in."
It was clear he wanted me there but was shocked I'd offered. My poor, sweet mate-in-the-making. If only he knew his feelings were not just normal but requited. Still, I couldn't spring the demon identity on him yet. I needed him to let his guard down and be more comfortable around me.
Miguel slowly peeled off his clothes. The graphic T-shirt came off first, then his belt, then his old jeans.
The changing room wasn't very large. It fit two adult men but without much space leftover. Miguel stood with his back to me so he faced the full-length mirror, and the few inches of space between us were infuriating. It would only take a single motion to fall to my knees, spin him around and claim his cock in my mouth.
Speaking of his cock, I had a tantalizing view of it through his underwear, which was the only thing he was wearing. I couldn't stop myself from staring at it in the mirror's reflection.
Miguel was still flustered. I felt his body heat radiating in this small space like a furnace. The raw, thick scent of him was antagonizing me. Would I have been able to resist Miguel better if I wasn't a demon? Or did being a demon give me the single scrap of self-control I was clinging to right now?
And was it my imagination, or was the space in Miguel's underwear growing tighter?
"Now, uh, I better put this thing on," Miguel mumbled, eyeing the crisp suit on the hanger.
I'd forgotten about the suit. "Yes."
Miguel fumbled with it awkwardly. He seemed as distracted as I was. As he moved, the bulge in his underwear was as noticeable as a neon sign. Definitely not my imagination.
Miguel was turned on.
A devilish smile spread over my lips.
I reached over, putting my hand on the mirror and interrupting Miguel's fumbling with the suit. He blinked and leaned away, but when he did so, he backed up into my chest.
"Oh! Sorry," he said.
But he didn't move. Not that therewasanywhere for him to move. The changing room was too cramped.
