Page 43 of His Incubus Husband

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AFTER

The dinner guests were staying overnight. It wouldn’t make sense to do the two-hour drive back to the city, so the esteemed Sir Oswald Sandoval generously offered three of his many bedrooms to his most important invitees.

Tino didn’t understand his husband’s politics. Not that he didn’t have the brain for it; he simply didn’t care. His priorities lay elsewhere.

He checked his appearance in the bathroom mirror. His legs were blurred in the steamed-up lower part, but the nicest bits were on display. Transparent lace shorts barely obscured his cock and balls, while the little nightie cupped his pecs, his nipples sticking out lewdly. He turned, checking how his round ass cheeks peeked out. Beautiful. The baby-blue lace and satin complimented his creamy skin to perfection and enhanced the blue in his eyes. He’d chosen the lingerie a few weeks ago, but he’d been saving it. Tonight, after enduring dinner with all those powerful alphas, watching his husband control them, he was excessively horny.

He cast a short sheer robe over his shoulders and exited the bathroom. Time for the grand reveal.

Oswald was sitting in an armchair, his white shirt open over his strong chest. He was reading a book, a glass of whiskey in his other hand. He didn’t lift his eyes.

Tino paused in front of his husband, the robe slipping to his elbows. His pink nipples peeked out, outlined in the nightie.

“Oswald, darling?” he said, biting his lip.

Oswald took a sip of his drink and slowly dragged his gaze up and down Tino’s body with a smirk.

“Yes, you’re very pretty, my little demon. But you know that.”

Tino suppressed a smile. He let the robe slide down his arms and cast it over the other armchair. Then he teased his left nipple with his fingers. He was hard already, his cock tenting the lace shorts, and his ass, perpetually wet when he was in his husband’s presence, felt empty.

“Will you make love to me?” he asked.

“You were very naughty tonight, my beautiful boy,” Oswald said in a bored tone.

Putting a hand over his chest, Tino gasped. “I’m so sorry. Whatever I did, it wasn’t intentional.”

“Wasn’t it? Hmm.” Oswald closed the book and set it aside on the drink table. He swirled the whiskey in his glass. “Tonight, I entertained three of the most powerful men in this country. We had important things to talk about. Instead, they were all looking at you, distracted. You smiled at them, batted your eyelashes, and puckered your lips, looking so very innocent, my blue-eyed, golden-haired angel.” He paused and drank the whiskey, his eyes on Tino’s exposed chest. “You flirted with them.”

Tino fell to his knees. With one hand on his nipple, rolling it in his fingers, he palmed his cock with the other, the lace teasing his skin. “I didn’t, I swear. I didn’t even know they were looking at me because I only have eyes for you.”

“Don’t touch your cock,” Oswald said. “Pinch your nipples.”

Moaning softly, kneeling in front of his alpha, Tino took his nipples between his thumbs and forefingers.

“Milk your tits.”

He squeezed and pulled and squeezed. It made his skin tingle all over.

“You were acting like a slut, my dear husband. What will they think of me, hmm? I married a young virgin, the most beautiful omega in the country, and he’s a common slut.”

Tino moaned, milking his chest vigorously. His husband’s voice covered him like warm velvet.

“You’re lucky. They were so enchanted with you that they didn’t even notice what a filthy horny demon you are under your guileless facade.”

His nipples hurt, but he didn’t stop kneading his pecs and pulling on them.

“I want to please you, Alpha. Will you punish me?”

“Open your mouth, slut.”

Shivering with excitement, Tino parted his lips and stuck out his tongue.

Oswald made him wait. He finished his whiskey, put the glass on the table, and slowly stood. He opened his pants, revealing his cock.

The thickest, loveliest, most delectable big alpha cock.