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“That’s it,” he praised, the tiny human clenching and unclenching his hole rhythmically, milking him for all he was worth. “You want to be good for me, don’t you?”

“Feels so…” Dove panted, his body slumping backwards against Melchom’s chest. “Fuck.”

Melchom snorted. He guessed that was one way of putting it.

“You got my clothes all wet.”

“Too bad.” Melchom couldn’t say he’d even noticed, or that he disliked the way the sheer fabric now clung to the human’s skin. “I’ll just get you more.”

“Okay.” Dove sighed, relaxing against Melchom even as his cock was still inside, keeping him stretched.

Melchom knew it had to be painful, could feel hints of discomfort in the air. He didn’t think his Dove wanted him to pull out, though.

He didn’t.

CHAPTER 11

DAVE

“Next time we’re using your body magick thing,” Dave mumbled.

He was on the verge of falling asleep—or maybe he’d just woken up from one of those naps that left him more sluggish than he’d first been. The tub water didn’t exactly feel cold—did that concept even exist in Hell?—but it felt… stilled, maybe, like it had been sitting there too long.

Melchom was still holding him, at least. His warmth helped.

“But I like how hard you work to please me.” The demon caressed his hair as he spoke. “How needy you get.”

“I’m not needy.”

There was no answer. Dave huffed. It was hard to stay mad when he was exhausted, though. He only stayed resentful because he couldn’t help but think the demon had been banking on it.

He had questions—too many, really. He was just debating the merits of voicing them all. Melchom didn’t have the best track record when it came to giving him answers. He’d rather save himself the disappointment of having to face that nothing had changed on Melchom’s end. Dave was just his gift, the human who let him fuck him and toy with his head.

Earlier had been scary, though. It wasn’t about where he would’ve stumbled if Melchom hadn’t somehow found him—although that was scary too. Someone… Someone had gotten into his head and lured him to those caves. Dave couldn’t imagine that demon had had any good intentions.

Melchom diving into his brain—or whatever that had been—had been… painful, in ways he wasn’t sure he could describe. He kept picturing those black and white movies where people got lobotomized and they showed a—generally mad—doctor prodding at their heads with a metal stick. It had been kind of like that, except he was completely frozen, and aware, and…

Dave whimpered, a shiver running down his spine. His eyes closed. He shouldn’t be thinking about it, and he shouldn’t be showing that he was, either.

“Anyone bothering you?”

“Just my head.” Dave burrowed deeper against his neck. He restrained from playing with the demon’s hair, but he still inhaled the skin there. Melchom smelled like what he imagined gold would smell like if it had a scent: warm and even with a hint of understated luxury. “Tale as old as time.”

“Let’s get you to bed, then. I’ll fix your migraine tomorrow.”

“I don’t wanna sleep.”

To be fair, he was mostly being contrary. He wanted to sleep. He was fucking exhausted, but he… Dave wanted to feel safe more than he wanted to rest. Feeling safe thanks to Melchom’s presence was probably stupid, but he had to work with what he had. What if the demon disappeared on him while he was in the bed, under his spell?

No, there was no way he could risk it. There was nothing wrong with living in oblivion, or figuring out another way to get what he wanted. Didn’t one of his supervisors say he was resourceful? He’d show Melchom resourceful.

“No?” Melchom sat up, making the water swirl around them. “And you think I care about what you want?”

“You do today.”

“I do?” Melchom sounded amused.

“Yeah.”

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