Page 5 of The Devil Takes

The quiet command, husky with no room for disagreement, had done things to my already squirmy insides.

“What do you want?” he asked, dipping at the waist. He was so close I could’ve stared into his eyes. I could’ve admired his broad shoulders, his tapered waist. I could’ve counted the embroidered bones etched into the leather gloves that hugged his hands like they were dipped in ink.

There were so many options, but instead, I took the mortifying route. The slutty one. The one I’d never traveled down until now, chasing his scent away from my moral high ground.

Instead of doing any matter of socially acceptable things, I did the one thing that would probably get me punched.

I stared at his cock.

I was shocked, delighted, mortified, and relieved to find that it was hard.

So fucking hard.

My mouth watered, my lashes fluttering as I eyed the thick swell of it. Though skeleton dude’s voice was deceptively even, he was clearly just as affected by this. I could see the evidence of it right in front of me. I didn’t fully understand what was happening between us, but that didn’t stop me from leaning forward and closing the distance between my mouth and his dick. I’d never been the kind of guy that thirsted after anyone. Not even the fictional characters on TV—other than the occasional emaciated Victorian British boy. But, despite the fact it was totally out of character, I couldn’t stop the way I nosed at the bulge in his surprisingly soft trousers with an eager whimper that, in any other situation, I would not have recognized as my own.

On the hunt for his missing scent, I nuzzled at the swell of his full balls, chasing the faint essence of him like a moth hunts a flame.

Finally, beneath the winter air, I caught what I’d been searching for.

On the surface, his essence was musky, sweet. Like graveyards and freshly turned dirt. Underneath that layer, I found a trace of the very real scent of sweat. I trailed it with my tongue, pressing flat against the now-slick fabric, desperate to taste. His cock twitched as I nosed at him, sucking eagerly as the cotton scraped the nerve endings on my tongue. Despite my enthusiasm, he didn’t respond. Desperate for recognition, I pushed harder, sucking along the thick swell of his cock till I found where his crown pressed tight against the fabric.

“Needy.” Skeleton dude’s voice was just as quiet, just as unaffected as before. Somehow, that only made me harder. Slicker. My hole clenched tight, and I doubled my efforts. Gloved fingers twisted in my hair, giving it a sharp tug that had me gasping as he forced my head back so he could look at me, my mouth still sucking at the now-damp fabric. “Greedy.” His cock twitched, and I nearly howled my approval. “Sweet, omega.”

I’d never bought into the whole alpha-omega thing. Never been drawn to one before. Never wanted something the way I wanted now. This wasn’t who I had been raised to be. But what I felt now was different. I was different. Like something about this encounter had rearranged who I was. A slut for dick. Like if I didn’t get this large, thick—delicious cock inside me, I would die.

Through the mask, I could see his eyes were half-lidded. His lips curved upward, peeking beneath the teeth etched into the bottom of the skull, his skin painted with what looked like smudged charcoal to match bone and shadow.

“You want me,” he said. Like it was that simple.

He’d asked me what I wanted.

I suppose he didn’t need me to verbalize it to figure that out.

“Your name,” I managed, muffled against the fabric. Somehow I couldn’t force myself to release him, terrified of losing the already faint tease of his scent.

“You want my name?” he asked, amused. “Clearly you want a good deal more than that.”

“Please.” Wow. Begging. I’d never begged. Ever.

“Haden.” His name rolled like silk from his tongue and I melted, precum dripping down my crown as my hole gave a needy twitch. Empty.

Haden.

“And yours?” Haden asked, his grip on my hair still tight enough my lashes fluttered from the sting.

“Percy?”

“Is that a question, Percy?” Amused again.

“Percy.” I corrected myself, still nuzzling at his sac, chasing the scent of sweat like a starving man.

“You are lovely, Percy.” Haden sounded almost reverent as he tightened his grip till my scalp tingled, and a gasp tore its way from my lips. “I did not know your people still offered sacrifices.”

“They didn’t. They don’t.” The words stumbled on my tongue before I could take them back. He was probably confused; hell, I was. I didn’t know why I’d felt the need to correct him, only that for a moment the idea of him thinking my mouth on his dick was anything other than my own decision made me crazy.

“Why are you naked then, pet?” Again his fingers tightened till I answered. Pleasure-pain zinged down my spine and I gasped, my thighs trembling, my balls drawing up tight. If he did that again, I wasn’t sure I would be able to stop myself from coming, so I distracted myself by answering his question.

“Money.”

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