Nicolas’s lips parted. “You can make that happen?”
Ashmedai growled, low and dangerous. “Yes. You’re mine. I’ll make sure they all know it. They fear me.They should.”
Nicolas shivered. How the hell was that so hot?
It was getting really hard not to lean in and seal their mouths together, so he forced himself to say, “I should go.”
“If you must.”
A laugh startled out of Nicolas. “You’ll be there when I get home?”
“Yes. Stay safe, Nic-las.”
“I will.” He backed away, unable to tear his eyes from Ashmedai’s. He fumbled for the doorknob behind him, tearing his eyes away only when the door came between them.
With a sigh, he glanced around, making sure he was alone. Sloppy. He should’ve done that before stepping outside, but luck was on his side this time. The alley was deserted, so no one saw him slip away from the door.
For the rest of his patrol, he never felt alone. Ashmedai was always there, just out of sight, keeping an eye on him. Occasionally, he thought he glimpsed orange eyes peering at him from the shadows. He didn’t pursue them this time, content with the knowledge that Ashmedai would meet him at his apartment later, but each time he found them, his mouth curled into a smile.
Ashmedai owned the shadows. Nicolas was never safer than here in the dark.
He almost lamented the end of his patrol, when it was time to turn around and go back to his squad. His only consolation was that he would soon be on his way home.
The night woreon for far too long. James and the others were annoyed by the lack of action—none of them had managed to find a demon to kill. Nicolas kept quiet while they complained on the drive back to HQ. He didn’t know if Ashmedai’s presence had scared offallthe demons in the area, or if they’d just coincidentally had boring nightsthemselves. He didn’t share their ire. It wasn’t annoying when no demons attacked them; it was a blessing. He’d never liked knowing he and his friends were walking into danger.
It was almost dawn by the time he finally dragged himself up to his apartment door. Drills for the next day weren’t until later in the afternoon, giving them all a chance to get some rest after the late night.
He opened the door, jittery eagerness warring with the exhaustion. The moment the door swung open, he met orange eyes in the darkness of his living room.
Unable to fight his grin, Nicolas ducked his head as he shut the door behind himself. He turned away from the glowing gaze just long enough to lock the door and hang his keys on the hook.
When he turned back around, Ashmedai was there, crushing him against the door and kissing him hard. Nicolas opened his mouth to accept Ashmedai’s long tongue, grasping the demon’s shoulders and wrapping a leg around his hips. Ashmedai wasted no time, hooking his hands under Nicolas’s ass and lifting him. Nicolas groaned, his cock trapped in the tight confines of his cargos.
“My light,” Ashmedai growled. “Missed you. Want you. Please.”
Nicolas nodded, arching into the hands that swept up and down his body, reacquainting themselves with the shape of him. “Yeah, take me to the bedroom.”
Ashmedai turned toward the bedroom, carrying Nicolas effortlessly. They never stopped kissing, and when Ashmedai gently laid Nicolas on the bed, claws sank into his shirt, shredding it from his skin.
He gasped. “Ash!”
“Need you.”
Nicolas untied his boots and hastily kicked them off, loosening his pants and pushing them down before Ashmedai could shred his whole outfit. He could barely make out Ashmedai’s looming silhouette in front of him. His skin burned under the unwavering attention, even though he could barely see it. Biting his lip, he laid back on the bed and spread his legs. His cock leaked on his stomach.
“Come and take me.” His voice shook with need. “Please.”
Ashmedai didn’t move. “Close your eyes.”
Nicolas obeyed, fisting his hands in the blanket under him. His whole body tingled with anticipation, every inch eagerly waiting for Ashmedai’s touch.
The bed dipped between his legs, and Nicolas inhaled, holding his breath as Ashmedai’s naked body blanketed his own. He could feel the supple fabric of Ashmedai’s cloak fanning out on either side of them. He was still wearing it, but he’d unclasped the front, allowing their bodies to line up like puzzle pieces. Nicolas lifted his hands tentatively, laying them on Ashmedai’s flanks. There was a hard texture there, almost like scales.
Ashmedai crushed their mouths together as he rolled his hips. There was no hard length lining up with Nicolas’s own, just flat skin with… was that a damp seam? Ashmedai continued to thrust his hips, and something bulbous began to grow out of the seam. It lengthened slowly, smearing slick fluid on Nicolas’s cock. He broke their kiss to gasp, shoving a hand between their bodies to wrap around the dripping wet length of Ashmedai’s ridged cock. It was still short, barely fitting in his fist, and Ashmedai’s skin opened up around the base. More of the length seemed to disappear inside his body, like it hadn’t fully emerged yet.
“Ashmedai,” he whispered, unable to find the right way to ask the question on his mind. His fingers slipped into the fold of skin from which the length protruded. The space inside was wet, warm, and tight.
Ashmedai moaned, punching his hips forward and sending Nicolas’s fingers deeper inside him. Nicolas moved his hand, stroking the hard length of Ashmedai’s cock as it bloomed from the seam, all the way to the base inside him and back out.
