"Oh. Where are we sneaking?"
Daemen shot me a devilish grin. "There's a broom closet tucked away behind the banquet hall. It would be a good place to fuck you silly."
I went lightheaded. My cock twitched in my suddenly-too-tight suit pants.
"Now?" I asked.
Daemen shrugged in a coy gesture. "We can wait until we get home, if you'd like..."
I grabbed his wrist, biting my lip. "No. Um. I want it now. Please."
Daemen cupped my face fondly. "That's what I like to see. A little spice in my sweet omega."
Hisomega. The phrase made me shiver with anticipation and filled my heart with love.
Like a giddy teenager, I let Daemen whisk me away to the broom closet. It was nestled away in a dark hallway, out of the way. The whole illicit affair made my skin tingle. I kept giggling as Daemen quietly shushed me, finger to my lips until we made it inside and shut the door.
In private he exposed his demon traits again, except the wings which wouldn't fit in the tight space.
Daemen licked his lips, forked tongue sliding over them like a snake's. Careful not to hurt me or knock things off the shelves, he pushed me against the wall. My skin tingled. He hadn't even touched me yet but my body was already hot and willing.
Daemen's tongue grazed over my lower lip before plunging inside my mouth, capturing every inch of it. He grasped my wrists and held them. I was totally in his control, and I loved it.
"Scared that a demon is toying with you?" Daemen teased as he kissed my neck.
"No," I said honestly.
He chuckled warmly. "Good."
When he reached my collarbone, he unbuttoned my shirt in a hurry while I fumbled with my pants. In the time it took him to undo my entire shirt, I'd only managed to half-unzip myself. I was too frazzled with lust to function, so I was glad Daemen took the lead.
When his fingers wrapped around my aching cock, I squeaked, then bit my lip. Daemen cackled.
"Such a cute sound," he said. "Too bad you have to keep quiet."
I blew out a shaky breath. As much as I wanted to let loose, part of the allure was the thrill of secrecy. Just like in the changing room, the notion of potentially getting caught turned me on.
As if reading my mind, Daemen purred, "Don't worry, my little omega. From now on we can do this as much as you like. And when we do it at home, you won't have to worry about being loud." He gently squeezed my cock, making me whimper. "But for now, be good and stay quiet, all right?"
I nodded.
Daemen ran a finger along the underside of my shaft, then gently flicked the tip of my cock. I barely withheld a hiss of pleasure.
A second later I felt a distinct wetness building along my thighs.
"Crap," I muttered.
"Hmm?"
My cheeks flushed with embarrassment. "I'm, um..." Oh god, this was too hard to say out loud.
A slow, wide grin stretched over Daemen's face. "Oh, I see."
He reached around me, snaking into my pants. A second later I felt his finger pressed against my slick, wet hole. I muffled a cry. Even just the pressure from the tip of his finger felt incredible.
Reacting instinctively, I pushed into the touch. A jolt of pleasure ran through my body and I let out a soft, trembling moan.
Daemen laughed. "Eager, aren't you?"
