Page 40 of Hell Bites

If I’m going to be here, I might as well do some work.

Once everything I’ve neglected the last few nights is cleaned and running smoothly, I head to the break room to prep the coffee, and see if I have any coconut water here. It’s not that I necessarily need it right now, but I’m not sure if Zia will let me feed from her again, and once we’re on the run together, who knows what I’ll be able to find to keep myself from eating every living thing we come across.

“Bingo,” I say as I pull one sad bottle out of the fridge before pouring the contents into a mug and zapping it.

The first sip has me pulling a face, but I knock it back like a shot, barely forcing it down even though I know it’s good for me.

I guess Zia has completely ruined my taste buds with her absolutely delicious blood.

A grin tugs at my lips as I think about that, about how she tastes, and how that rich liquid made me feel. I bet a proper feeding would have me fucking zinging. I’d be like goddamn Superman with the right amount. And I think I need to show Zia just how special she is because of it.

Completely insane, but special as fuck anyway.

I grab her a bottle of water and a granola bar from the community cupboard—I have no idea what demons need to survive but if she needs food, she’s got to be running on empty—then damn near saunter my way back to the room.

Tonight’s episode is going to be different.

I think, since I have a special guest, I should make Crude Corner the focus, so she gets the most out of watching me.

“Brought these for you.” Setting the snack in front of her as I walk by, my grin grows. “You ready?”

Zia nods eagerly as I sit next to her and grab my headphones, the gorgeous little demon turning to face me with a brilliant smile. “I’m so ready.”

“Good evening, word warriors,” I croon after pressing record. “I have a special treat for you tonight. One so many of you have written in requesting.”

My special guest tilts her head in question as I stretch the mic stand so I can face her as well. She’s going to love this.

“Tonight’s episode is all about Crude Corner.”

Zia’s eyes flare, and she licks her lips, but she stays silent.

“And our focus is going to be on how exhibitionism and voyeurism can go hand in hand.” If I can make it through this fucking episode. “For those who may not be familiar, an exhibitionist is one who enjoys being watched while exposed or engaged in a sexual act.” Nope, I’m not going to make it.

Not when I hear Zia’s pulse pickup and I see her squeezing her thighs together.

Fuck it, right?

She kidnapped me because she wanted me. Zia wanted me without even knowing anything about who I am. She had no idea how I looked. She just wanted me, and even though it was beyond unorthodox in terms of a meet cute, I want her too.

So, I maintain eye contact with her as I lean back in my chair, pulling the microphone toward my mouth before slowly moving to my fly. I pop the button and unzip while I keep talking.

“In other words, an exhibitionist would like showing off their cock.” Zia sucks in a sharp breath as I pull mine out, already erect and leaking precum. I give it a firm stroke from tip to base, squeezing tightly as I add, “Especially while masturbating with an attentive audience.”

I groan into the mic as Zia scoots closer. Her stare is laser focused on the way my hand moves up and down my dick, stroking at a steady pace. “And a voyeur is one who derives sexual gratification from watching others engage in sexual acts—the one who watches the exhibitionist jerk off until he comes.”

With a grunt, I slide my hand back down my cock before cupping my balls and giving them a small tug. “When a voyeur meets an exhibitionist, it’s a match made in heaven, the perfect storm of sexual tension, unless both parties happen to be interested in both fetishes.”

One arch of my brow has Zia getting to her feet, and as I point to her jeans, I growl at how fast she drops them and sits back down.

“Looking at a pretty, wet pussy,” I say as she widens her thighs to show me exactly that. “A pair of perky, round tits.” Zia pulls her shirt off and slips the cups of her bra down under hers, my cock twitching in my hand. “That can drive one participant crazy, even more so when she dips her fingers in that tight little channel before circling her clit.”

Good god, Zia is fucking beautiful, damn near perfect as she follows my instructions without being asked. A perfect partner indeed as she fingers her pussy and rubs her clit exactly like I said, completely exposed and open for me.

“Such a good fucking girl,” I moan into the microphone while stroking my cock faster. “Those perfect breasts gently bouncing as her chest heaves, as she plays with her pussy faster, pinching her tight little nipples hard while she watches her partner pump his cock, all as she inches closer to climax.”

Zia gasps as her body jerks, following everything I’m saying to a T, and when I see her cunt start to drip, I know it’s game over for me.

I get to my feet and bring the mic with me, my cock now in Zia’s face, and before I can get any words out, she leans forward and fucking licks me root to tip with her goddamn forked tongue. And if that’s one of the ways demons are able to change their appearance, fuck, I really want to know what else Zia can do.

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