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Luc sat in my desk chair, seeming cool, calm, and collected while I was a sweaty, writhing mess.

His eyes alone had the potential to make me blow on the spot. My breaths came in shallow pants, anything more than that threatening to send me right over the edge.

It hadn’t occurred to me to slow down and ask any questions. I’d say I’d been patient enough. To hell with the mind-blowing experience of seeing a devil spawn in my living room like a character out of a video game.

The confusion on his face was brief, but he quickly determined why he was here and what he was going to do. Luc’s eyes blazed from a deep eggplant purple to a vibrant lilac, like someone had flipped on a neon light. His pupils blew wide, and my cock shot to attention before I even knew what was happening.

Instinct had me scrambling backward, lust had me throwing myself at him like a dog in heat, and the idea of Luc finally putting his hands on me banished my inhibitions and let him carry me to my room to drape me across the bed with such care that it was as if he handled a porcelain doll.

Infuriatingly, he’d hardly touched me, only enough to tease my aching erection through my jeans. Now my dick laid flat against my stomach, precum pooling with Luc’s saliva, glistening against my shaft and practically inviting me to touch myself.

But he’d told me not to, and what he was doing instead was enough to make me stay stone still.

Well, except for one part of me. My cock throbbed, desperate for attention and missing the friction from Luc’s palm.

He had to be a full five feet away from me and with his arms crossed over his chest, I wondered how the hell he expected to do the work from all the way over there.

Then a flicker of motion near his hips caught my attention. His tail whipped out behind him, snaking over his thighs and slithering across the room…

Right in my direction.

“Oh, fuck.”

My cock milked another drop of clear liquid onto my belly.

“Shit, Tate,” Luc spat, scrubbing one hand over his face, the other dropping to his lap. “I’ve never seen someone leak so much.”

The only thing I could do was let out a quivering breath in response, stunned utterly speechless by the limb crawling toward me. It was long and thin, like a whip with a point at the end, one that teased up and down my shaft like a single, sharp fingernail and sent a chill through my body.

“Is it wet enough for you, Tate? Just how you like it?”

“Fuck…”

How the hell did he know that?

“Have…” I gulped. “Have you been watching me?”

“Yes.”

He said it like it was the simplest answer in the world. I shouldn’t have been as okay with it as I was—I shouldn’t have been so fucking turned on by the fact that somehow, this devil had seen me in my most vulnerable moments.

But I was.

I couldn’t remember a time where I’d been so hard, so desperate for a release that I’d do anything to get it–including ignoring the most glaring red flags in history.

Maybe even let Luc wrap his tail around my cock. I whimpered again, the soft, velvety limb wrapping around my sensitive shaft like silk. He wrapped himself once, twice, and three times around me, the gentle constriction exactly what I needed. Except…

“Wetter,” I murmured.

Instead of spitting on me again like I hoped, Luc uncoiled himself. “Open up, baby.”

My mouth fell open on a gasp, and Luc took the opportunity to place the tip of his tail onto my tongue. I moaned, sucking the sharp point into my mouth, licking down the underside of it. It was smooth, with a soft layer of fuzz not unlike the skin of a peach, and it tasted just as sweet.

He went slow, pushing inch by thick inch through my lips. I hummed, sending vibrations up the thick length of him and Luc dropped his head back on a sigh.

“That’s it, baby.”

The praise spurred me onward. I widened my jaw, and Luc shoved his tail farther into my mouth, quietly instructing me to swallow. I obeyed, and he nudged past my gag reflex. Spit dribbled down my jaw and over the smooth skin, slicking him up until I was satisfied. I peeled my eyes open to look at him, and he took that as his sign to withdraw and return to my cock. His slick tail wrapped around my shaft again, this time wet enough to smoothly glide along my length.