He nods and a smile twitches on his lips.
“What?” I ask, reaching over to grab another bite out of the pan. Tino chuckles and slaps my hand away with his spatula. I hiss at the light sting and shift my legs wider to accommodate my cock’s reaction. His eyes drop to the stiffening bulge between my thighs, and tendrils of lust appear not only in his scent, but weaving through our binding, which only encourages my cock. The fact that he got me all hot and bothered earlier and then didn’t let me come means my balls are aching now.
I purr deep in my chest and Tino snaps his gaze back up to my face, clearing his throat.
“Nothing, it’s just that you talking so casually about being in West Texas nearly a hundred years ago reminded me how much time I’ve spent trying to make conversation with the humans I’ve pulled into my bed over the past couple of decades,” he answers the question I nearly forgot I asked while his eyes had been on me.
“Do you prefer humans, deliciae?” I ask, keeping my tone light even though there’s an odd twist in my chest, almost like I’m afraid he might reject me.Ha. Since when does an incubus fear rejection? It’s absurd.
He shakes his head. “Not necessarily. I’m pretty equal opportunity, but there are a lot more humans around, so I probably pick them up more often than anything else.”
I hum thoughtfully. “Truth be told, I’ve always told myself I prefer humans, but I’m not quite sure why anymore when dragons are so much fun.” I flash him a smile and his eyes flicker into slits momentarily.
With his dragon close to the surface, his feelings vibrate even more strongly through the binding spell. I wonder why that is. I’ve never bothered to learn much about witch magic, but maybe I should have. Tino pulls his dragon back, then turns his attention to the food on the stove again.
“This is almost done. Do you want to grab plates?” He points at the cupboard behind my head.
I hop off the counter and get the plates as requested. Once our food is dished up, he looks back and forth between the stools in front of the counter and the doorway that seems to lead to a formal dining room.
“Would you be terribly offended if I suggested we eat in front of the television?” I tempt him with a wicked smile.
“Thank fuck. I am so ready to zone out and watch some terrible reality television after this shitshow of a day,” he says with a groan.
“Reality TV?” I gasp gleefully as we head into the living room.
“Don’t judge me. I know it’s trash, I just?—”
“Judge you? Darling, I absolutely live for petty human dating drama.” I plop down on his couch and swipe the remote off the coffee table before he can get to it. Tino takes up the spot right next to me while I open one of his streaming apps andsqueal happily when I see that there’s a new season of one of my favorites, and Tino hasn’t watched it yet either.
I put it on, and the two of us dig into our food. To my delight, Valentino is just as snarky as I am, making comments about the humans as they’re introduced and give their initial talking head full of contrite bullshit about how they’re here to find true love, when we all know that by episode three they’ll be more worried about whatever Becky said than with winning the heart of their supposed dream man.
I lean into him little by little until he throws one arm over the back of the couch and resorts to eating one handed. If asked, I’m fully prepared to blame the witchy voodoo binding me to Valentino for the fact that I’m practically sitting in his lap by the time we finish eating.
“Can I ask you something?” He absently tickles his fingertips along the bare skin of my arm.
“Sure, dragon, what’s on your mind?” I turn to look at him and see his gaze lingering on my hand, which somehow ended up resting on his thigh without me realizing. He reaches down with the arm that isn’t wrapped around me, and drags his index finger over my ring.
A shiver runs through me and I curl my fingers reflexively.
“How did Mac get your ring in the first place?”
I bark out a laugh. “Your brother is a rather impressive thief,” I confess.
Tino’s eyebrows jump up. “Really? Something tells me I shouldn’t let him know that a demon said that. It’ll just go to his head.”
I chuckle again. “Yes, I imagine it would. I was out at a nightclub a couple of months ago, dressed fabulously, wearing rings on every finger, and dripping with so much swagger it should’ve been illegal. He approached me and I assumed he was interested in the same kind of fun I was looking for that night.”
Valentino’s jaw ticks and a growl rumbles in his throat.
I pat his thigh. “Relax, deliciae. I didn’t fuck your brother.”
“I already know that.” He harrumphs. “But that’s good. I’d hate to have to kill him.”
The flavor of possessiveness fills the air and sears through our binding. It’s almost as delicious as dinner was. Maybe one day when we’re no longer hiding from a deranged demon, we can go to the club together and I can drive Valentino utterly insane flirting with other men until he hauls me off and fucks me in the parking lot to remind me who I belong to.
My cock throbs and my mouth waters at just how tasty that would be.
I give my head a little shake to clear the fantasy and return to the story.
