“What do you prefer, pet?” He humps against my lips, just barely catching the head of his cock between them but not finding the leverage to force his way inside.
I swirl my tongue around the crown again.
“Are any of themyours? I mean, I know they’re all your dick, but…”
The lust in his eyes gives way to surprise for a second, his forehead wrinkling. And then a slow grin spreads over his lips as his cock swells and shifts. The peachy color turns the same shade of gray that I saw on his skin earlier, the whole thing getting significantly larger and thicker, with swollen ridges lining his length. Heat tightens my gut, and my insides clench. I’ve always been a top. In all of my centuries of life, being on the receiving end just never appealed to me, but there’s something about Xaze’s demon dick that’s making me rethink that stance.
As if he can read my mind, he tugs on my hair again.
“I’ve been told that the way the ridges pummel the prostate can make a man see heaven,” he purrs, and I moan.
“Maybe you’ll let me find out for myself sometime.”
What am I saying? It almost sounds like I’m promising him a future that we both know we won’t have. Fuck it, I’ll chalk it up to dirty talk.
I open my mouth as wide as I can, and he roars out an inhuman sound as I descend on his cock. It’s so big I nearly need to unhinge my jaw to fit it inside, the ridges grinding against my tongue and the roof of my mouth as I take him as deep as I can manage, gagging when he hits the back of my throat. My own cock jerks and throbs at the involuntary convulsion, drool seeping from between my lips to streak down the remainder of his shaft.
His balls are big and heavy, just like his cock in this form. I bring one hand up to cup them, rolling them against my palm and gently tugging them. Xaze gasps and pants, his thighs quaking and his abs contracting, neither of us able to tear our eyes away from each other as I find a steady, hungry rhythm. He murmurs and moans my name over and over as I take his cock as deep as I can again and again.
“Give it to me like you did earlier, pet,” he rasps, losing his fight with his own willpower and thrusting into my throat. “Feed my demon the filthiest memories you have while you satisfy my flesh.”
I stutter momentarily with surprise. I was trying to punish him by thinking about past conquests earlier. Helikedit?
His eyes are pleading, and beads of sweat are shining on his skin.
“Please?” he pants.
My nostrils flare and I suck him harder, keeping my eyes fixed on his as I search my memory for nights long past, remembering lovers who have come and gone, forgetting their names or faces and focusing on the lust each one drew to the surface. His chest heaves and his pupils shift to their demonic form, his moans getting louder and more frantic.
“Yes, yes,yes,” he wails.
I drag in a deep breath, relax my throat, and swallow him all the way down. His hips jolt off the couch and my balls tighten, lightning bolts of lust and need thundering through me.
Xaze thrashes and gasps, his cock pulsing between my lips as he spills thick, smoky-sweet ropes of cum down my throat. I thrust involuntarily, holding on to him tightly and swallowing down every ounce of his release as mine barrels into me with my cock untouched, throbbing and spilling inside my briefs.
I suck and lick him until his cock starts to soften and he sags back into the couch.
“You are becoming a dangerous addiction, deliciae,” he says breathlessly.
My dragon rumbles with satisfaction, but my pulse kicks up with fear.
What are we doing? And why don’t I want to stop?
A lazy smile spreads over his lips and he reaches down to tug his pants back into place. My mind is spinning and my heart is still racing as he sits up and leans in close.
“It’s been a long day, and I need my beauty rest.” He brushes a barely there kiss over my lips that burns through me like a wildfire. “Sleep well, dragon.”
The urge to tell him to come sleep in my room instead of the guest bedroom is strong, but the words stick in my throat. I swallow them down thickly and watch him slink from the room.
Chapter Seventeen
VALENTINO
Ican’t sleep.
Not with his scent still on my skin and in my nose, not with the knowledge that he’s steps away in another room, and definitely not with my dragon restless and pining for more.
I want to go to him, but as night finally relents and the sun pushes back the darkness, I blow out a smoky breath of relief. I can’t begin to unpack why I react the way I do to the sexy demon, but I’ve got to believe it’s the bonding spell mixed with his addictive serum of pheromones. That’s what I’m telling myself, anyway.
