Those orange eyes loomed closer. “Again.”
His heart was pounding. He spread his legs, inviting Ashmedai to settle between them. “Ashmedai,” he said again.
A growing bulge beneath the cloak pressed against his groin, and Ashmedai licked into his mouth again. “Need,” he growled. “Now.”
“Yes, God yes.” He reached for the hood of the cloak, slipping a hand into the dark recesses of it. He grazed what he thought was an ear, and then Ashmedai caught his wrist.
“What?” he croaked, like he didn’t understand what Nicolas was doing.
“Can I see you?” Nicolas asked. “All of you?”
Ashmedai shifted, a simmering growl purring out of him. “No.”
“But—”
“Not—” Ashmedai stopped, planting a hand beside Nicolas’s head and looming directly over him. His other hand still held Nicolas’s against the side of his face. His skin was lightly textured, not unlike human skin. “Not human,” he said, guiding Nicolas’s hand from his ear toward his face.
His lips were thin, his mouth wider, perhaps, than a normal human mouth. There was no nose, but he felt breath puff against his fingertips somehow anyway. Two eyes, which closedwhen he found them. No eyebrows, as far as he could tell, and no hair, when Ashmedai let his fingers trail up beyond his forehead.
His orange eyes met Nicolas’s again. This close, he could see the dark pupil in the center. “See?”
“I don’t care what you look like. I already know you’re not human.”
Ashmedai leaned in, so close they were breathing each other’s air. “Scary,” Ashmedai whispered, tongue flicking against Nicolas’s lips again. It drew a smile to his face.
“Scarier than seeing you kill seven people?” Nicolas whispered back.
Ashmedai let out a chuff, then covered Nicolas’s mouth with one hand and moved away. Nicolas uttered a groan of protest—which turned into a moan as Ashmedai mouthed a wet trail down his body. Teeth dragged against his hip, and then that wicked tongue circled his cock, wrapping around the head and stroking.
Nicolas’s legs spread wide, his hips rutting up into the tight, wet grip. When lips sealed around the tip, sharp teeth grazed his frenulum and he yelped.
“No teeth! Not there!”
Ashmedai stilled, glowing eyes flicking up to meet his. The mouth around his length adjusted, and the teeth disappeared behind his lips. Nicolas went boneless with relief.
“Thanks. Sorry.”
Ashmedai came off him with apop. “No sorry. Humans strange. Soft and squishy.” As though to illustrate his point, he squeezed Nicolas’s thigh, claws pricking lightly through the skin and drawing droplets of blood to the surface. They were so sharp, he barely felt any pain.
“That’s just because you have sharp claws. If you—ohGod,” he broke off with a moan when Ashmedai licked the bead of precum from his cock and suckled the head back into his mouth. He threw an arm over his eyes, because if he looked down and saw that eerie, hooded head bobbing on his cock he’d lose it immediately. “If you could trim those things, I wouldn’t bleed so easily.”
Ashmedai lifted his head again, and Nicolas’s cock jerked in disappointment. “Trim?” he repeated in a scandalized rasp.
Nicolas laughed, startled by the sound even though it came from his own mouth. “Yeah. Like mine.” He held a hand out for Ashmedai to look at, with his blunt, rounded nails.
Ashmedai studied his fingers for a moment, then sucked two of them into his mouth, humming at the taste. His tongue delved between his fingers and wrapped around them. Nicolas shifted impatiently. He’d rather that mouth be around his cock again.
“See?” he said hoarsely. “If you trimmed them, I could do that toyourfingers.”
Sharp teeth clamped lightly around his fingers, and his orange eyes widened. He tugged Nicolas’s fingers from his mouth and said, “Trim… Maybe.”
Nicolas laughed again.
Ashmedai licked his way down Nicolas’s weeping length, suckling at his sac, and then pushed his knees toward his chest in order to taste the heart of him, licking a long stripe from his hole to the tip of his cock. He did it again, and again, and then sealed his mouth around his hole, pressing and massaging with his tongue. Nicolas clutched the blanket under him, trying without avail to move his legs out of theway so he could move his hips, rock up against Ashmedai’s mouth,something.
“Please, please, more,” he moaned desperately. He didn’t care how needy or wanton he sounded. The hook in his heart was pulling insistently. He needed this. The connection between them thrummed with every pass of Ashmedai’s tongue, and when it speared inside, he shouted. Sparks shot from his fingers and toes.
Ashmedai wrapped one hand around his cock, jerking him slowly, and his tongue pressed deeper, deeper, stretching Nicolas’s hole and finding a rhythm, in and out. It was almost perfect, but it still wasn’t enough. He needed him deeper, needed to be full of him, surrounded by him, consumed by him.
