No matter how much he tried to hold it off, there was no stopping his orgasm. The rhythmic slap of skin was broken only by the sounds of his moans and Ashmedai’s guttural growls. His climax rose and rushed over him like the tide. He rolled his hips back against Ashmedai’s, and he screamed into the blankets, his body spasming. Teeth sank into hisshoulder, but he barely felt the pain. Ashmedai’s arms were strong around him, pinning him, surrounding him, just like he wanted.
Heat filled him up as Ashmedai came, cock throbbing in his sore hole, suckling at the fresh wounds on his shoulder, and Nicolas moaned weakly, his body boneless and sated.
He reached back, slipping his hand under the hood to cup the side of Ashmedai’s head. He stilled at the touch, and Nicolas worried he’d overstepped, but then Ashmedai relaxed, making that purring sound in his chest that vibrated against his back.
It took a while for Nicolas to find his voice. He knew they needed to talk, but bone-deep contentment had his mind drifting away. All the things he wanted to say were a distant memory, forgotten as he floated. Ashmedai didn’t seem to be in a hurry to move, his purr vibrating against Nicolas’s spine. He suckled at the bite wound on Nicolas’s shoulder, and when the bleeding stopped, his mouth wandered, leaving damp kisses wherever he could reach. One of his hands stroked up and down Nicolas’s side, from hip to ribs and back.
“What is this?” Nicolas finally asked. “What’s happening between us? Why do you feel so…”
“Good?” Ashmedai leaned in, nuzzling the side of Nicolas’s face.
That didn’t feel like a strong enough word, but, “Yeah.”
“Don’t know. Feel it, too.”
Nicolas sighed. “It’s dangerous.”
Ashmedai planted his elbows on either side of Nicolas’s head, claws scraping gently across his scalp as he carded his fingers into Nicolas’s hair. “Only if you stay.”
Nicolas wasn’t an idiot. He knew his time with the guildwas limited now that Ashmedai had entered his life. This wasn’t the kind of thing he could pretend hadn’t happened. Daniel was already hinting that he wanted to leave, and he couldn’t deny that it would be safer for them both if they did. Julian had also promised the Sentinels would help them if they needed it.
But he was scared.
He closed his eyes. “I’ll consider it.”
Chapter 6
Ashmedai
Ashmedai couldn’t bringhimself to leave Nicolas’s quiet dwelling. He tucked his sleepy human under the blankets so his naked body wouldn’t get cold, and then watched him. Nicolas’s soft snores and sleep-lax body lulled Ashmedai into a languid, meditative state. His damp curls dried into a wild mess while he slumbered, his handsome face soft and untainted by the worries that plagued his waking mind. When the sun threatened to spill sunlight into the room, he drew the curtains shut.
Nicolas woke when his phone jingled, vibrating loudly on the wooden bedside table. He groaned, reaching out and tapping a button on the screen.
“What?” he murmured.
“Hi, Captain,” a familiar voice said solemnly, and Ashmedai blinked at the phone. He knew that voice.
Nicolas raised his head to look at the phone, knuckling the sleep from one eye. “Julian?”
Oh.‘Maybe I should reach out to Nicolas.’That was whatJulian said yesterday. Ashmedai hadn’t known his human’s name at the time.
“What’s wrong? Why are you calling? Is everything—” Nicolas moved to sit up and gasped sharply as his eyes found Ashmedai. One hand flew to his bare chest, and he slackened. “You scared me.”
“Who, me?” Julian asked.
“No, no, I’m sorry.” Shooting Ashmedai a curious look, Nicolas grabbed the phone and yawned. “What’s up? I assume you’re calling for a reason.”
“Yeah. We’re kind of in the middle of a crisis here, and I was hoping we could talk. Is there any way we can meet?”
Nicolas threw the blankets back and stood, gloriously naked. Coarse, dark hair dusted his brown skin, relaxed muscle moving like silk as he stretched. He didn’t seem to mind Ashmedai’s attention, even shot him a cautious smile as he moved to the dresser for some clothing. It seemed a shame to cover such a beautiful body.
“Um, yeah, we can probably meet. Somewhere deserted.”
The Rink was warded. Ashmedai could easily take him there without needing to enter through any of the doors. No one watching the building would know he was there. Teleporting in with him would let Nicolas bypass the wards. It worked the same as a spoken invitation beyond the threshold.
“I can take you,” he offered.
Nicolas paused, clothing in hand, and met his eyes.
