“Yup!” Like the first time, they tugged and ripped at each other’s clothes, flickering firelight painting their skin in glowing hues and shadow. Oops! There went a carelessly tossedshirt!
Vik ran his hands everywhere, reacquainting himself with Diomede’s body, while Diomede mapped out his skin with surefingertips.
Mouth to mouth, groin togroin.
“Sire!”
Without sparing a glance, Vik shoved out his hand and banished the pesky fire minion to level seven. “Now where werewe?”
He tossed Diomede onto his back to the floor. Like years past, the master of glamour conjured a cushiony bed. Oh yeah. Much better than jaggedrocks.
Vik knelt, lifted Diomede bodily by the hips, applied his tongue to the base of the demon’s tail, and licked. And licked. And licked. From tail totip.
Diomede groaned, squeezing his hands into fists, and shoving his hooves against the mattress he’d created. “Home, Vik! How I missed you.” He curled up, grabbed Vik by the horns, and brought him down for akiss.
Hot. Demanding. Oh,yeah.
Vik snapped his fingers. Nothinghappened.
“Allow me.” Diomede repeated the move and was rewarded by a tube of Really Fucking Hot lube, the only lube guaranteed not to burst into flames at 400degrees.
Theirfavorite.
Watching Diomede apply a generous coating to his hole might have raised the temperature to 500 degrees. “Get me much hotter, that lube’s going up inflames.”
Diomede showed every inch of his fangs with his grin. “Burn, baby,burn.”
Staring into his lover’s eyes, he laid Diomede back, positioned himself, and slidhome.
Home.
Diomede slipped his tail up Vik’s thigh, up higher, higher still,and…
Damnation!
Vik howled, his shrieks joined by the voice ofanother.
By Diomede. The way it was meant tobe.
They had decades to catch upon.
