Page 31 of Gift for a Demon

The combo of handjob and blowjob with Melchom was that same feeling but on steroids.

“I’d answer, but I know you’ve already forgotten your question.”

It was supposed to be mockery, but Dave didn’t care. He cared about the distance, and how desperate would he appear if he instigated something already? He wouldn’t even touch the matter of his self-respect, or the fact that he should be hating the demon’s guts and being all dejected.

There was no point, right?

He might as well enjoy something while he was here.

While.

Right.

Dave swallowed.

“Long time since you last questioned this place,” Melchom mused. He just stood against a wall, flexing his muscles while he watched Dave with that glint in his eyes. Dave was certain the glint meant he was deep diving into his brain or however that worked, but it wasn’t like he could ask anyone.

There should be a book about demonic culture or something.

He’d never been a big reader, but…

“We should shower,” the idea came as abruptly as he blurted it out.

Surely, Melchom wouldn’t resist him if they were both in that tub, and it would mean not thinking about any of the other things.

The ones he should probably think about if he wanted to say he had any survival skills.

It didn’t matter.

“Should we, now?” The demon raised an eyebrow, that annoying smirk in place, but he strode forward.

Dave considered it a win when Melchom’s knee dipped into the mattress. “Yeah. I’m sticky.”

“You can’t possibly say that with a straight face.”

Yes, he could, and he loved a challenge more than anything else. “Watch me.”

Melchom watched him for a moment, that glint coming and going before it stilled, his eyes darkening with something Dave could recognize without a manual—lust.

“Lead the way, Dove.”

Dave’s breath hitched. It wasn’t the first time, and he ignored it most of the time, but it still caught him off guard sometimes. The name, nickname, whatever it was, made him react in a way he wasn’t used to. A shudder ran through him. There had to be more to it than simply changing a vowel in his name, and the uncertainty of what that would be kept him on edge.

Probably the way the demon wanted him.

It didn’t matter.

“Why did you leave earlier?”

He hadn’t meant to ask, but it had been bugging him. Obviously, he wasn’t expecting a demon who owned him to explain himself. It had still been unnerving, though.

“I was visiting your realm.”

“Oh.” Dave’s eyes widened. Dread filled him. Demons never visited their realm for anything good, right? Granted, he hadn’t even known demons existed two days ago, but he imagined most of the folklore around the species was right. “What were you doing there?”

Melchom cocked his head to the side, brows furrowed. The fact that he looked so confused while he was still naked was annoyingly endearing. Dave didn’t want it to be.

“You said you wanted revenge on your friends.”

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