The sound of my true name on his lips sends a hot shiver down my spine. I wonder how it would sound while I buried my cock in his ass.
He chuckles to himself and shakes his head. “I would know if a demon were in my car. I’m overtired.”
Poor thing. I almost feel bad hitching a ride back to his place like this. It’s not very sporting of me, is it? I mean, where’s the challenge, really? This game of cat and mouse with the little twerp is only fun as long as there’s a challenge. I’ll get my precious jewelry back, I’m not worried about that. But toying with the dragon whelp is the most fun I’ve had in a century. I wouldn’t want it to be over too soon, would I?
No, no I wouldn’t.
With a sigh and one last parting glance at the hunky Valentino, I slip into the void between worlds.
See you again soon, dragon.
Chapter Three
VALENTINO
“Any luck finding the demon last night?” Mac asks, far too bouncy and cheerful this early in the morning.
I groan, rubbing my forehead as I hover above my steaming mug of coffee. I feel hungover, if that were even a thing for a dragon. As I shift on the stool perched at the kitchen island, my dragon grumbles inside me, discontent and cranky about something.
“Dude.” I glance up at my brother. “Don’t you sleep?”
Mac grins, leaning his on elbows on the island. “I mean, I do, but it’s also almost noon.”
“What?” I sputter, nearly falling off the stool.
My brother chuckles. “Rough night?”
“No. No different from most nights. It’s weird. Like I lost track of time or some shit.”
“So, no demon?”
Oh, there was a demon alright, but not the one I needed to find. Montrose’s dick must emit some kind of dragon-taming elixir. Damn.
“Earth to Tino.”
My head snaps up and I focus on my brother again. “Uh, sorry. No Xazedose. I have a few friends keeping an eye out though.”
Mac’s face falls. “Shoot.”
“Don’t worry. We’ll find him. Demons aren’t the easiest to hunt, but they tend to reveal themselves. Cocky bastards can’t stay in the shadows too long.”
Mac nods, shaking off his somber mood. “Can we go see where Hem’s mate works?”
“Why? It’s just a dusty shop with old shit in it.”
“And you don’t like that? You’re a dragon.”
“I like shiny things. Gems, precious metals, stuff like that.”
“And the shop doesn’t have any old jewelry in it?”
I huff a tendril of smoke before lifting my coffee mug and slamming it back in one gulp, the liquid burning my tongue and reminding me I’m very much awake. “Fine. We can go. Hem would love to see you, anyway.”
“Thanks, grumpy old man.”
“Hey. That’s Nico, not me.”
“Whatever you say,” Mac singsongs.
