“Barbatos,” Reign said, a smirk already stretching his mouth. “Keep it down.”
“Oh? So hefinallycalls? After two months? He sure has you wrapped around his finger, Reign,” the other demon leered, plunging his tail deeper into the human’s mouth. “You heard my friend, sweetheart. Be a good boy and daddy will give you a special reward later,” he encouraged, receiving a strangled yes in reply. “Are you going to him?”
Reign considered Barbatos’ question. He’s decided not to go to Noah tonight, but Noah’s call certainly changed things. “Maybe. It depends on how the call goes.”
“Oh? Angling for phone sex? Didn’t think you were the type,” Barbatos mocked, gently nipping with his teeth along the smooth skin of the man’s shoulder. “You think he’ll let you in tonight?”
“I doubt it.”
“So what? You’ll just watch if you go? That sounds like torture, especially if you get all worked up from thecall,” Barbatos pointed out, putting one of his fingers in his own mouth. It came out slicked and ready to trace the seal Barbatos had marked his human with.
Reign left the other demon’s question unanswered and trailed the tip of one clawed digit along his own sigil. Like his lack of wings’ scars or horns, his sigil’s location was another thing that he didn’t share with the rest, a reminder that he was different and would always be. But now was not the time to delve into the philosophical matter of one’s existence, especially when his High King wasn’t around to indulge him in a lengthy discussion.
With the commotion around him and his wandering thoughts taken care of, Reign dropped his pace, employing a slow, teasing rhythm of strokes that would slowly build up toward his orgasm rather than rush it. He picked the phone up from the armrest and placed it against his ear, feeling that smirk turn even more wicked as the call connected.
Then, in his most seductive lilt, he said, “Hello, Noah.”
11
Noah’s heart was a wild thing, a beast trapped in the ribcage of his chest.
It was Reign. Calling out his name, seducing him just with the cadence, the deliberate drawl, the tone that itself suggested Reign had expected the call.
“I have been waiting… for your call,” Reign rasped in a tantalizing voice.
Damn. He sounded so impossibly sexy. And that pause… Noah ran his tongue over his lips, overcome by the liquid fire rushing out in waves from his core. That stifled moan, the throatier quality of Reign’s smooth tenor…
Reign let out another sexy half-moan, the sound caressing every part of Noah’s body, inside and out, stirring even more arousal.
Was Reignmasturbating? While on the phone with Noah?
“Ah, um, I—” Noah cleared his throat as more pleasant shocks prickled his skin. “Good evening, Reign. If now is… not a good time, I can call back later?”
“No. Now’s perfect, Noah.”
Noah shifted on the bed, swallowing as he tried to reel his own reaction in. But it was already too late, hishand clamping around his dick in a firm hold. Reign’s lust-laden voice, his soft moans, the slight rustling of something in the background were all things that made for too powerful a stimulation.
Licking his lips again, Noah searched for the next thing to say. When he found it, he steadied his tone and words as much as he could. “I apologize for not calling sooner. I didn’t want to bother you before I had a good reason to do it.”
“And what reason is that, Noah?” Reign sang in a seductive purr, the smile palpable in his voice.
The way he was drawing out Noah’s name, letting the tone of his voice drop, that alone was enough to send an electric surge down Noah’s spine and push his hand into motion.
“Actually, I… changed departments and will be accompanying the new ambassador when they go to Seoul in January.” Three months from now which he hoped would pass quickly.
“Oh?” Reign let out a rumbly gasp. “Mm, so you are going to make me wait three more months?”
Noah’s heart jumped, his mind racing.Reign couldn’t possibly be saying what Noah thought he was saying.
“What… do you mean by that?” Noah asked, needing to know, to have that confirmation even though his fingers were already spit-slicked and tightening around his shaft.
“I think you know what I mean.”
Reign’s words lit Noah on fire. After two months of unintended celibacy, his body was already too sensitive, too responsive to Reign’s voice. It soaked up every sound, every breath and word, every shift in inflection, and it was too much and not enough at the same time. Cutting offa whimper of his own, Noah shuffled forward toward the edge of the bed and slid his free hand between his legs, rubbing the rim of his hole.
“Noah, tell me,” Reign said, and Noah could feel the underlying seduction lacing the request. “What are you doing right now?”
“Reign…” Noah uttered a half-protest, then had to bite off another whimper as he pushed two fingers inside.
