Page 24 of Priest

“Please,” he whispered.

Priest looked up at him, eyes fully black now. He smiled. “Oh, sweet thing. I’m not going to make you beg. Not today.”

Oliver’s head cleared after a second, like he was waking from a dream. He curled his hand around his hard dick, then used hisother one to grip Priest by the chin. The Demon seemed startled and unsure, but Oliver wasn’t toying with him. He traced the head of his cock over Priest’s lips.

“I don’t know if it’ll be enough to take the edge off, but…”

“It’ll be enough,” Priest growled. His eyes closed again, and when he ran his tongue over his lower lip, Oliver sucked in a sharp breath. It was thin. And forked. Priest met his gaze, and his tongue licked out farther, the ends curling around the head of Oliver’s dick.

He let out a sharp moan, sagging backward and being held up by Priest’s hands alone. “Yes,” he hissed.

Priest shoved his face against Oliver and breathed in a last time before his lips parted, and he took his dick in a single, perfect swallow. Oliver’s hands twisted into Priest’s hair. He felt wild with desire in ways he never had before. He’d heard a thousand rumors about what it was like to fuck an Incubus, but he felt far from weak or like he was being drained.

Instead, it felt like all the cracked pieces of him that were still healing were suddenly solid again. And then Priest slipped the thin ends of his tongue into his slit, and his balls tightened, threatening to spill into his mouth.

“Want it,” Priest said, as though he sensed Oliver holding back. “Need it. Need you. So delicious,” he said, his voice like a hiss between long pulls of his lips.

Oliver was nearly blind from how good it all felt. He let Priest’s hair go, only to grab the countertop and thrust forward. Priest moaned sharply, encouraging, and Oliver fucked his hips against Priest’s face.

His impending orgasm began to light up under his skin like fireworks, and he realized there was no stopping it. His head lolled back as his thrusts turned sloppy, his elbows weak. Priest curled that glorious tongue, wrapping it around him and tightening in pulses of eye-rolling pleasures.

Oliver let go.

He came with a sharp cry, spilling hot ropes down Priest’s throat, feeling every single swallow as the Demon drank him down. He waited for the drain, for the weakness, for the years of his life he’d sacrificed, but all he felt was strong.

His hands were steady when Priest pulled off him, and he used a firm grip to yank Priest to his feet. His eyes were hot, almost like they were blazing with fire, and he grabbed Priest by the hair once more and kissed him.

The taste was euphoric. Salty from his own release and something else—the essence of the Demon.HisDemon. He felt a strange, possessive sensation unfurling in his chest, and for a moment, he wanted to burn the world down just so no one could ever get close to Priest again.

And then, with each breath, the feeling faded. Something was lodged in his chest he couldn’t explain, but the fatigue of it all hit him. All the strength in his muscles released, and he started to sag off the counter, Priest catching him and sweeping him up like he’d done when Oliver couldn’t walk.

“I told you, I shouldn’t have?—”

“Shut up,” Oliver murmured. “I got blown up a week ago. Sue me if my first orgasm since then makes me a little tired.”

Priest sighed quietly as he carried Oliver back to the bedroom. “We shouldn’t have done that.”

Oliver winced, unable to stop from being a little hurt at his quick dismissal of what they’d just shared. “Did it help?”

Priest didn’t answer until he’d laid Oliver back down. “It helped.”

He started to pull back, but Oliver caught his arm again. “I don’t think so, you obnoxious little martyr. You don’t get to suck my brain out through my dick and then leave.”

Priest choked on his tongue—which looked back to normal. A shame. But he put one knee on the bed. “I really should let you rest.”

“You should lie here with me for a while,” Oliver countered.

Priest hesitated before finally doing as Oliver asked, and for a moment, it felt like his heart was singing. Literally. Priest hummed a tuneless sound as he curled up around Oliver, then laid his head next to his on the pillow. “I can’t risk you.”

“I don’t think you have to,” Oliver told him. He assessed himself, and he was tired, but it was no more tired than he had been since he was hurt. Maybe Priest was all wrong about his effect on humans. Or maybe it was something else. Either way, he felt good. He traced a touch over Priest’s jaw. “I feel… good.”

Priest stared at him, then cupped his cheek, running his thumb beside his eye. “You’re not lying, are you?”

Oliver shook his head. “I’m still a little tender from everything, but you made me feel…” He had no real words for it.

Priest carefully stroked a hand through his hair, gently petting him and lulling him to sleep. Just as he started to drop off, he swore he heard Priest mutter, “What are you? Because after that… there’s no way you’re fully human.”

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