Page 49 of The Devil Takes

The last time I’d feel the warmth of his mouth, see the way his eyes grew distant and peaceful like they only did when he had a cock inside him. The last time I’d twist my fingers in his hair and let myself become the man I knew I must’ve been before I’d been chosen.

The last time I’d let him use me as a way to forget the monsters on his side of the world.

The last time I’d become a monster for him.

It was the last time, and it never should’ve happened at all.

“Why can’t I say no to you?” My moan was mournful as I emptied myself down his throat, more than a little dazed and appreciative as I watched him swallow every last drop, eyes pinched shut with enthusiasm. He didn’t even gag. His tongue was hot and eager as he released me, lapping at the soft skin of my sac, tasting the salt of my skin as he licked me clean.

Percy’s eyes were dazed as I soothed him, stroking through his hair, carding my fingers through it till his face scrunched up with pleasure and his swollen lips tipped into a sated sunny smile. The wet spot on the front of his pants made it clear he’d come at the same time I had.

He was perfect.

Resilient and stubborn.

Sweet.

Too good for me, for the life I could give him.

“You can’t come here again, pet.” I murmured, softer this time.

He didn’t understand why, so he just blinked, thinking—like always—I would give in to him. But I couldn’t. Any longer here and the tether between his soul and his body would sever. I could keep him here, a dark part of my mind supplied, my possessive heart fluttering. He wouldn’t know the difference.

But the idea of letting his body waste away, rotting wherever he’d lain his head for the night made my stomach churn.

For someone who lived and breathed death, the idea of Percy’s body dying made me sick.

Our bond was too strong. The bond neither of us had wanted. The bond I hadn’t realized I could even initiate till it was too late, and I had been too selfish to let him go. The string that tied our souls glowed brightly as Percy reached with fumbling fingers and gently guided my now soft dick back into his mouth for one last leisurely suck. I shuddered, squeezing my eyes tight because I knew if I looked down at him even one more time, I would be ready to go again.

Don’t look, I reminded myself.

But I looked anyway. I could feel the way Percy whined around me before dropping his face to nuzzle the inside of my thigh again, the open air cold where it kissed my cock in stark contrast to the heat of his mouth. He was shaking all over again, like he’d only now remembered why he’d come to me in the first place, and I was weak. I was weak because I took him to bed. I tucked him inside my sheets and I plied him with my pillows.

Soon, he fell asleep beside me, and I stroked over his cheek and the swell of his flushed pink ears, knowing it was the last time I would allow myself to indulge.

“It isn’t safe,” I murmured quietly, watching the way his eyelids fluttered and the tension in his body stayed far, far away. Good. At least if I couldn’t keep him, I could give him this last gift.

You could keep him, my traitorous mind offered again.

He’s miserable up there.

He calls it a nightmare.

He could be happy here.

With you.

Percy’s skin was soft as I memorized the pattern of his freckles and the moles that danced between the swell of his pecs. There were cigarette burns littered here and there beside other random scars. I smoothed over them with my fingers in apology before venturing north again. Pink nipples hardened beneath the brush of my palm and his breath stuttered when I stroked down his sternum, tracing his ribs, and grabbing his hip tight enough to bruise.

Breathing hurt.

My chest was tight.

My lungs squeezed.

I didn’t hug him.

That was one step too far.

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