Nathan sighed. “I’m fine with tearing that one down. I wouldn’t mind having a place to worship, though. Just because I love a demon doesn’t mean I’ve abandoned my faith. It would be nice to have somewhere new, untainted, to give thanks.” He smiled lopsidedly. “I wholeheartedly believe it’s God who put us on the path that led us here, after all. Our circumstances may have changed drastically, but we still have a lot to be thankful for.”
Nicolas looked up at Ashmedai, who met his gaze wordlessly. Yeah, he thought, there were a few things he was thankful for, too.
As the night waned,so did Nicolas’s energy. A little after midnight, he found himself in the upstairs bathroom—Daniel had beaten him in the race for the one downstairs, so Julian directed him there—stifling a yawn as he washed his hands. They would probably have to go soon anyway, because Ashmedai’s shift would start, and he’d have to take Nicolas home before he left to keep an eye on Kyle.
Tired as he was, he was also loath to leave. He hadn’t had a night of carefree fun like this in a long time. Julian had always made hosting look effortless, inviting people into his home and making them feel like they belonged right away. Drinks flowed amongst the humans, and the demons sipped hard liquors that would’ve had Nicolas on his ass after a handful of shots. A small part of him—the part that sounded like his father—still had trouble wrapping his mind around the fact that humans and demons could mingle like this without bloodshed. That there were demons in existence that didn’t want to mindlessly kill and destroy.
It gave him hope for the future Nathan had described, where they could live in harmony and protect the worldtogether.
Smiling to himself, he dried his hands and turned toward the door. He switched the light off as his other hand closed around the doorknob?—
In the darkness, a strong hand grabbed his wrist and pulled it away from the doorknob. He gasped sharply, and another hand covered his mouth. His back pressed tightly against a familiar chest, and that strong body turned them, allowing Nicolas to see glowing orange eyes over his shoulder in the mirror’s reflection.
The scent of cool mist and ancient stone filled his lungs as his body relaxed. His hands reached behind him, sinking into the fabric of Ashmedai’s long coat and settling on his hips. He wanted to ask what Ashmedai was doing, but the hand over his mouth didn’t move away even when he tried to shake it off.
Lips grazed his ear. “Be very quiet,” Ashmedai whispered wickedly. “The humans can’t hear you from here, but the demons might.”
Heat blazed under Nicolas’s skin. The only sound in the room was his heavy breathing as Ashmedai’s free hand slipped under his shirt. His cock hardened rapidly, and Ashmedai was barely doing anything yet. The knowledge that someone could hear him if he made a sound was thrilling. Ashmedai could easily teleport them home, but this felt enticingly taboo.
Ashmedai rolled one nipple between his fingers, teasing it to a hardened nub, and then flicked it with a claw, making Nicolas jerk. He gave the other one the same treatment, until Nicolas was panting through his nose, fingers digging into Ashmedai’s hips. He resisted the urge to moan, his throat bobbing soundlessly. Begging would only get them discovered, and Ashmedai still had a hand over his mouth anyway.
A barely audible rumble left Ashmedai, vibrating like a purr against his back. The hand under his shirt slid south, thumbing open his jeans and tugging the zipper down. Nicolas closed his eyes and let his head fall back against Ashmedai’s shoulder as those long fingers slipped inside his boxers, carelessly pushing the fabric out of the way far enough to free his length and take him in a firm grip.
“I love being here with you,” Ashmedai said in his ear, as soft as possible. He didn’t stroke Nicolas’s cock yet, grippingthe base as he spoke. “I love seeing you in the light. The way it highlights the contours of your face. Reflects in your eyes.”
Yes, being together out in the open was nice, but this was what Nicolas liked best. Here in the dark, where Ashmedai belonged, Nicolas felt safe. Unseen by his enemies and cherished by his demon. If they were really made for each other, then Nicolas belonged to the dark as surely as Ashmedai did.
He writhed, and his breath caught in his throat when the movement slid his cock through Ashmedai’s grip. He rocked forward, tunneling his cock through Ashmedai’s fist, and his eyes rolled back in his head. Fumbling blindly with one hand, he found Ashmedai’s corded forearm and held on as he did it again, fucking into the demon’s fist.
“Yes, like that,” Ashmedai praised. “I’ve wanted to touch you all night. The light highlights your beauty, but it is also a barrier. I cannot have you like this whenever I want you.”
God, yes he could. Ashmedai could have him whenever and however he wanted. Nicolas wasn’t sure he’d ever tell him no.
The hand on his mouth shifted. He sucked down one mouthful of cool air and then two fingers thrust into his mouth. Claws pricked the back of his tongue, and he clamped down hard on Ashmedai’s fingers to keep from making a sound, sucking and kneading with his teeth as he chased his pleasure. He wanted more, needed it, but when he reached back for Ashmedai’s pants, his growl deepened.
“Not yet. Too messy. Later, when we’re alone. For now, just this. Let me.” His thumb smeared the bead of precum at Nicolas’s tip down his length, making his grip slick.
It didn’t take long for his climax to find him. Sweat trickled down the side of his face. He was hotter than he’d ever been, cradled in the confines of Ashmedai’s arms.He tasted sweet black blood from the way his teeth dug into Ashmedai’s fingers, and he lost his rhythm when his thighs started quaking with his impending orgasm, so Ashmedai took over, stripping his cock almost fervently. Like he was desperate to see Nicolas come.
He couldn’t stop the quiet sob that escaped when it hit him, boiling hot as his cock erupted. His spine arched, and he went up on his tiptoes, thrashing in Ashmedai’s arms. The demon’s low, satisfied chuckle sent a shiver down his spine, and Nicolas went boneless in his arms, panting, his jeans and boxers sagging on his thighs.
The bloody fingers pulled free from his mouth only to be replaced by his other hand, coating his tongue in his own spend. He grunted at the bitter taste, and Ashmedai guided his head to turn, slipping his tongue into Nicolas’s mouth to kiss him deeply, that clever tongue pressing so deep it grazed the back of his throat.
When they parted, Nicolas whispered quietly, “I don’t suppose that was quiet enough?”
Ashmedai rattled out a chuckle. “Don’t forget they run a sex club. They’ve seen it all.”
“Doesn’t mean I want Julian to know you just jacked me off in his bathroom.”
His orange eyes looked away for a moment, like he was focusing on something distant. “Whoops?”
Nicolas’s face heated. “Okay, turning the light on.”
Ashmedai ducked his head to shield his eyes when the lights flared to life. Nicolas thoroughly wiped down the cabinet under the sink and the floor, both of which had some scattered cum on them. Then he checked himself over to make sure there was none on his clothes. He couldn’t doanything about his red face or the sweat drying in the edges of his hair.
“Any chance you could just take me straight home from here?”
Ashmedai chuckled, clawed fingers tickling his jaw. “And miss saying goodbye to Danny?”
