“Correct, but what’s the secret ingredient?”
“There isn’t any,” Uriel said and waited with bated breath to see if he was right or not.
Uriel moaned when Azazel’s lips pressed against his in a simple but sweet kiss. His tongue didn’t enter his mouth, but it didn’t take away from the lingering and tender passion building between them.
“You’re such a good boy,” Azazel praised. “Let’s see if you can get the next one.”
Uriel didn’t get time to adjust and felt a slight chill pressed on his lips and the scent of chocolate wafted under his nose. Uriel peeked out his tongue, tasting the sweet rich chocolate bursting into his mouth, leaving behind the subtle taste of liquor.
“Tell me,” Azazel said.
“Chocolate mousse,” Uriel answered. “Can I get another taste?”
“Anything for you, baby.”
He was fed another taste and tried to determine what liquor was in the mousse. Uriel could tell that the alcohol was not made or aged in the human realm. As light as the taste was, it was too strong for a normal human to handle. There were a couple of supernatural sects such as the elves and dwarfs who operated and owned distilleries. They sold their aged brandy, cognacs, and other alcohol to supernatural businesses.
“It’s aged elfin whiskey.”
“Is that your final answer?” Azazel asked.
“Yes.” Uriel was sure of his response.
Azazel chuckled, and Uriel’s skin grew hot hearing the deep sound in his ear. His arousal did not wane but heightened, and he felt greedy.
“Oh, my sweet baby, you were so close, but moved a bit too far from the realm. The next time I see Master Jynoss, I’ll apologize to him on your behalf.”
Uriel’s covered eyes widened at the name. Jynoss Firestorm was the ancient dragon shifter who'd mastered the secret of making whiskey. Jynoss's treasured whiskeys could not be found in any stores, but at auctions for people with a lot of money to burn. It had been said that those who were fortunate enough to be friends with Master Jynoss would receive a bottle of his specially made whiskey on their birthdays.
“Since you got part of it correct, I will reward you, as well as punish you for getting it wrong.”
Uriel’s breath sped up and his chest rose and fell, causing his nipples to tighten even more. Uriel felt Azazel bury his face in the side of his neck, then licked his skin before biting down on his flesh, just as there was a pull on his nipples.
Uriel howled in sweet agony, unable to stop his body from quivering in need. Uriel’s fingers grabbed and dug into Azazel’s legs, feeling the man’s sharp fangs sink into his neck, followed by a trail of blood leading down to his chest, only to be stopped by the nipple clamps. Before he could catch his next breath, Azazel removed his canines from his flesh and captured his lips.
The tangy copper taste exploded in his mouth, giving him something new to taste. Their tongues and mouths twined together, deepening their kiss, making his body hot, and his thoughts flitted between the past and present, reminding him that Azazel knew how to play him like a fiddle.
Uriel’s hips ground down on the cock sandwiched between his butt cheeks. Uriel groaned when he suddenly felt a light breeze brush against the tip of his naked erection. Uriel did not know when Azazel had unbuttoned his pants and set his cock free, but he was grateful.
Uriel pivoted his hips up, hoping that Azazel would touch his cock, but was disappointed when he was ignored, as well as pulling back from their kiss.
“You are delectable,” Azazel panted. “I can never get enough of you.”
Uriel heard his words and was appreciative of the compliment, but he wanted to be touched more. He wanted to feel pleasure and wasn’t ashamed to beg.
“Want more,” Uriel demanded, his nails biting into Azazel’s legs, tearing at his pants, no doubt drawing blood, but the other man did not seem to mind or notice the pain.
“So demanding.” Azazel chuckled. “But remember, I’m in charge, sweet baby, not you.”
“You’re not being fair to me,” Uriel whined in a frustrating tone, hoping Azazel would take pity on him. But the man’s ability to deny him was stronger than he remembered.
“I know,” Azazel said. “Take this as my punishment for leaving me alone for so long.”
“I thought you forgave me.” Uriel pouted.
Azazel chuckled, and his warm breath ghosted over his sensitive skin.
“Oh, baby, I forgave you, but I still need to take my revenge to remind you of where you belong. Which is by my side. Now, let’s keep going. We’re only just beginning.”
