“We didn’t fuck,” I reiterate. “We drank and we flirted, and he grabbed my hand more than once, holding it playfully while he made eyes at me and fed me a dizzying buffet of emotion.” Tino grumbles again, but I don’t stop to reassure him again, I just squeeze his thigh and continue. “And then he told me he had to be going and justleft. I was confused and annoyed, but I wasn’t overly bothered by his sudden departure. I assumed maybe he was in a relationship already and flirting was as much of an indulgence as he allowed himself. It wasn’t until I got home a few hours later that I noticed my ring was missing and put two and two together.”
I flex my finger, reminding myself that it’s back safe and sound where it belongs. What bothered me more than anything that night was that he stole this ring in particular. Of all the jewelry I had on, why this ring? He couldn’t have known its significance. And even if he did,why? It’s not valuable to anyone but me.
“What a little shit,” Valentino grumbles, shaking his head.
I smile and laugh lightly, surprised to find that any ill feelings I had towards the sticky-fingered baby dragon are long gone now.
“No harm done.” My eyes meet Tino’s, and I realize how close we are now, our noses nearly touching. “I wouldn’t have met you if he hadn’t stolen from me, so maybe I should thank the little twerp.”
“You also wouldn’t be on the shit list of a psychopathic demon out for revenge,” he reminds me, his gaze darkening as his breath puffs over my lips.
“I’m ademon, deliciae. If I haven’t ended up on anyone’s shit list, I’m having a very slow decade.”
I let out a self-deprecating chuckle, but it’s barely past my lips before Valentino’s mouth is there, devouring the sound.
VALENTINO
I can’t explainthe surge of possession and protectiveness that Montrose’s words cause, all I know is that I couldn’t have kept myself from kissing him if my life depended on it. He moans against my mouth, his lips parting for me easily. I can taste the spice on his lips and a sweeter flavor underneath that I’m pretty sure is all Montrose.
I wrap my hand around the back of his neck and haul him into my lap. He scrambles to follow my wordless command, straddling my thighs and threading his fingers into my hair, melting into the kiss and taking control of it in the same breath. A wave of pheromones rolls off of him, but for the first time, they don’t make me dizzy or hazy. I drag in a lungful of his scent, and I find myself more interested in what lies beneath the manufactured lust.
I break away from his lips and drag my nose along the curve of Montrose’s jaw, inhaling deeply. My eyelids flutter and my dragon happily catalogs the scent of lilac on the demon’s skin that matches the bottle of lotion I saw in one of his bags earlier. Under that, I can just barely pick out the smell of woodsmoke and the sweet notes that match the flavor of his mouth. It’s so much better than the pheromones. It’sMontrose. No… it’s Xazedose.
I suck a patch of his soft skin between my teeth and he hisses, canting his hips and letting his head loll back to give me more space to work with.
“You’re torturing me, deliciae. If permanent blue balls are my penance for giving in to my lust for you when I knew you were related to Mac, I’m not sure I’ll survive it.” He moans dramatically.
My dick throbs and my dragon whimpers, the cockwhipped beast pleading with me to soothe the pretty demon and give him anything his heart desires, including endless orgasms on demand. My laughter turns into a groan as soon as I realize my dragon is going to win this one. I release my bite and a rumble of satisfaction vibrates in my throat at the temporary sight of the mouth shaped bruise on Montrose’s throat before it quickly heals and fades away.
“Are all demons so dramatic, or is that more of ayouthing?” I ask, wrapping my arms around him and swinging him around to lay down on the couch.
“Little of both,” he admits with a gasp.
I brace my hands over his head and look down at him for a moment, rolling my hips so he can feel the thick, aching shape of my arousal against his. He moans and arches his back, his legs wrapped firmly around my hips as if he’s afraid I’ll try to get away if he lets go of me. I nudge the hem of his shirt with my fingers and Xazedose purrs. I bury my nose against his sternumand breathe him in again, nuzzling his silky soft skin with my nose, then lapping at it with my tongue. I push his short t-shirt higher, leaving wet stripes all along his ribcage, working my way up to his dark pink nipples, tightened into hard peaks.
With my dragon so close to the surface, my body temperature rises, every swipe of my tongue searing Xazedose’s skin, leaving hot pink stripes that heal almost instantly, just like the bruise did. He moans and writhes under me, tangling his fingers in my hair and pushing my head downward.
I chuckle and tug his nipple between my teeth. He hisses and arches up into me again. The salty scent of his precum tickles my nose and makes my cock leak too.
“Is there something you want, sweetheart?” I taunt him, dragging the flat of my tongue over that same nipple once I release it from the bite.
“I swear to fuck, Tino, if you’re planning to get me all worked up and thennotsuck my cock, I will burn your fucking house down.” There’s a hoarse desperation in his voice that would be funny as hell if it weren’t so fucking hot.
I moan and cant my hips to grind my cock against his again before I take pity on him and change my trajectory, kissing down his chest and belly towards the waistline of his sweatpants. I’m cruel enough for a brief detour, spending a minute or two flicking my tongue around the rim of his belly button, licking and nipping at it the same way I would love to do to his hole.
“Valentino,” he whines, yanking roughly on my hair and jerking his hips so the hard outline of his cock bumps against my chin through his pants.
I hook my fingers into his pants to tug them down, and something stirs inside of me. This doesn’t feel like it did before. His pheromones are still thick in the air, we’re both still breathless and desperate, every inch of me is still aching to touchand taste him… but something has shifted. Is it the binding spell?
No, that would have affected me earlier when I forced him to his knees and fucked his throat.
Xazedose’s impatience keeps me from contemplating it any longer. He lifts his hips and shimmies his pants down when I’m too slow, then wraps his fingers around the base of his cock and points it at my lips.
I grin and lean in just enough to brush my lips over the slick crown of his reasonably sized, human-shaped erection.
“This isn’t what I want, Xaze,” I murmur, flicking my tongue out to catch a droplet of precum.
His eyes darken and a noticeable shiver runs through his body.
