Page 25 of Claiming a Demon

When I was distracted by licking him, I wasn’t paying attention to how needy I was. Now, feeling his ass clench around my tail, it was nearly painful waiting long enough to stretch him properly. I had to because of our size differences, but my cock was leaking against his spine and I had to squeeze the base to pull me back from the edge.

“Now. Now, Mal. I need you.”

Sweeter words didn’t exist, and I had my cock lined up at his entrance before I’d even pulled my tail free. Once my tail was out of the way, I pushed in slowly. Zach was having none of that. He reached back to grab my hip, impaling himself on my length until my hips were pressed against his ass. He didn’t wait for me to start, moving his body in a way that suited him best, drawing little moans from him.

I loved this. I never had to wonder if I was giving him what he needed. He took it without apology and brought me along for the ride. Resting my hands on the wall, I gave him little thrusts, letting him control the rest. My reward was his loud moans, his ass clenching tightly around me.

“O-Oh! Right there! Oh god, how did you–”

His voice cut off, his fingers on my hip tightening as he bucked backwards. I must’ve been hitting the right spot because he started making needy noises and his eyes squeezed shut tightly.

“Touch me, Mal,” he demanded between sharp breaths.

I didn’t hesitate, wrapping my hand around his cock. It only took a few pumps before he gave in to his release, his cry of relief music to my ears. And with the tight clench of his ass driving me wild, I was quick to follow him, my hips moving in little micro bursts as I rode through it.

Zach collapsed against me, his head on my shoulder, and I wrapped my arms around him to keep him upright. I wanted to sink to the ground and catch my breath, but I figured it’d be better to rest in bed than on the shower floor.

When I moved us back under the spray, Zach sighed happily. “Another great thing about this shower? I never run out of hot water.”

I huffed out a laugh, shaking my head. He was obsessed with his shower. And I had to admit, it was a really nice one. The one at my place wasn’t bad, but it wasn’t this big and it didn’t have more than one shower head. The glass door had gone steamy at one point, and it felt like we were in our own little world.

After cleaning up and drying off, Zach nudged me onto the bed on my belly. When I shot him a questioning look, he shrugged while grabbing a bottle out of the nightstand.

“Your massage got canceled. I want to take care of you.”

Pushing up onto my elbows, I frowned at him. “You don’t have to do that. You’re not my massage therapist anymore.”

“Yes, but you’re going through a lot and you’re stressed. I won’t do this every day, but when things are rough, there’s nothing wrong with me taking care of you.”

I melted at the sentiment and when he straddled my hips and sat on my butt, I gave in and laid back down, letting him have his way. The massage was a lot more intimate, and I was no longer embarrassed when I hardened at his touch. Zach took full advantage, finishing the massage with the handjob from heaven. He might be little, but he had strong hands, and that combined with the slickness of the oil got me off almost embarrassingly fast. As a thank you, I urged him into straddling my head and sucked him off while my tail teased his ass.

We were both sated and in a really good mood by the time we pulled ourselves out of bed. Zach didn’t think it was a good idea to stay there or we’d either fall asleep or forget about meeting my friends. We sat in the living room instead, and after some coaxing, Zach got me to talk about my family. Nothing too serious, not about my dad’s illness, but it felt good to talk about it. And when we did broach on the subject of my dad, he stuck to the happy bits, asking questions like what was my favorite meal to cook with him and what was his worst meal. It was fun, and I felt better than I had in a while by the time we had to go meet my friends for poker. Zach was so good at distracting me, I almost completely forgot about my conversation with Felix. I didn’t remember until we walked into the living room and everyone stopped talking.

The room was more crowded than usual. Sometimes we gathered with everyone, but most times it was just a handful of us. Callum stayed home a lot with Brandon. Isla and Maya were busy planning the wedding. And sometimes Aziel would disappear for days without telling us why. We never bothered to ask because he’d only give us half-assed answers. But it seems like my news drew the whole group home for the first time in a while.

My shoulders tensed automatically, and my smile disappeared. I could tell they were trying to keep their faces neutral, but it wasn’t much better than them showing me how they truly felt. I almost wanted to leave, but Zach’s hand in mine tightened slightly and he spoke to the group first.

“Okay, obviously there’s an elephant in the room, but he really doesn’t want to talk about it right now. So you get three questions, and then you’re going to leave it alone. Cool?”

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

ZACHARIAH

One of them snorted and muttered, “I like him.” I wanted to feel good about that, but all I could focus on was the panic in Mal’s eyes, that mask I was beginning to hate up in full force. All the work I’d done to get him relaxed and distracted disappeared and his hand clenched mine so tightly it was almost painful. I didn’t mention it, squeezing back to remind him I was there.

“Only three? Not one each?” the demon I recognized from the alley drawled, a lazy grin on his face. I saw the question for what it was. He was trying to take the edge off the tension in the room by drawing the focus onto him. And it worked for the most part. One of the few women in the room shot him a dirty look, snarking at him about not interrogating Mal.

A demon about the same size as Mal, with long dark hair and a serious expression, ignored the group and stepped up to Mal, putting his hand on Mal’s shoulder.

“I’ve already called my mother. When he’s ready, she’ll take care of him.”

That was it. No questions asked. I liked this guy already. Especially when his gaze shifted to me and he smiled softly.

“Felix told us about you. My name is Callum. I’m a friend of Mal’s. Let me introduce you to everyone.”

He went around the room, introducing me to Mal’s friend group. I had always been good with matching names to faces, but it was a sizable group, so I made sure to listen carefully so I didn't mix anyone up. It didn’t bother me that Mal wasn’t doing this himself. He was still on edge and he hovered by my side, his hand never leaving mine.

“This is a pretty big party for a poker game,” I commented once Callum had finished.

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