Page 11 of Raising Hell

“I understand,” he says in a gentle tone, his voice now too close. I glance up, heart lurching in my chest when I find him standing beside me. “You want the sex.” He gives me a sweet smile as I sputter, the blush on my cheeks flaming down my neckand across every inch of my skin. “Well, you’re in luck, because I’m very good at sex.”

My mouth forms a perfect circle as I pull my hands up in protest. “No, no, absolutely not… that’s not why—”

He reaches to grip his cock, glancing down as he gives it a few lazy strokes. That half-chub thickens to full mast, and I’m convinced I’m on fire as I force myself to look away. “Big, yes? It’ll make you feel so good—”

“Cas!” I shriek, entire body burning. His eyes are humored, full of mischief as they meet mine, still stroking himself. “I didn’t… that’s not…” I stomp my foot in frustration as he grins wider. “I didn’t summon you to have sex with you!”

He shrugs, his pink tongue darting between his lips as his hips give a little thrust. Against my will, my eyes dart downwards and lock on his hand gripping his rock-hard cock, the exposed muscles in his body pulling and bunching with the motion. Christ, even the veins that web across his hand are sexy. “Doesn’t mean we have to waste a perfectly good erection.”

As I stammer and stutter, my body instinctively takes a few steps back, until the wall is behind me. Cas prowls towards me, his smooth, rolling movements oozing with the grace and power of a predator. He lets out a soft, sensual moan into the back of his throat, causing a wave of goosebumps to crawl up my arms as he releases his cock with a final pump. His palms land on either side of my head, caging me in place.

Heat floods my system as he leans in, lips level with mine. He inches closer, his breath like spun sugar, sweet and melting into my mouth as he murmurs, “I can give you pure bliss, Rory… make you feel things you’ve never felt before.” His cock presses against my stomach, grinding against me as he moves in a slow, teasing rhythm.

“This is…nothow humans do this!” I force the words out while I still have some functioning brain cells.

He freezes. “You don’t like the cock to go into the…”

“Oh, for fu...” I catch myself, abruptly silencing the expletive. “Yes, I do like… the… cock…” Shit, I’m about to spontaneously combust from the way my face blazes.

“But you do not like to be fucked?” he asks with a curious tilt to his head.

“I mean… I’m vers but I prefer to bottom… but that’s really personal information and none of your business! And besides, you don’t justdecidethat we’re going to have sex because you have a boner!”

“But…” He glances down and grips himself again, and I groan out loud this time. “It is a good one.”

Frustration—in more ways than one—has me pushing out a heavy, drawn-out exhale, watching my curls fly away from my face. “Yes, Cas, it is a very good one.” He looks up with a smile that is ridiculously adorable, accentuated by dimples that appear on his cheeks and a sense of undeniable self-satisfaction. “But that still doesn’t mean that we’re having sex.”

He sighs, staring at his fingers wrapped around his weeping cock. “You won’t mind if I take advantage of it, then?”

My skin threatens to sizzle right off my muscles with the way it burns. “It’s none of my business what you do!”

“Great!” His head tilts forward and spits onto his cock, sweeping his fisted hand up and down his slicked length.

Good lord above.

I can’t look away from the tensing of his abs and the glistening of his shaft, even the way the muscle in his forearm flexes with the twist of his wrist. “I didn’t… I didn’t meanhere,Cas! Not in front of me. Go to the bathroom!”

He slows, still shuttling his grip along his erection in a slow, controlled manner. “But I don’t need a bath. Not yet, at least.” Another winning smile lights up his face as he winks atme, and I groan and scrub my hands across my face, turning away from him.

“I give up,” I mutter, walking into the living room.

“You’re sure you don’t want to join in, Rory?” The rasp of his voice makes my legs move faster, before I change my mind and do something reckless.

Chapter 6

Casimir

Rory seems to be avoiding me, and I’m bored. Unable to leave without his permission, I wander the house, exploring. I open drawers, dig through cabinets, and ruffle through any papers that look interesting, but the most exciting thing I’ve found is a feathered toy with a jingling ball inside that I tossed around for a while.

Shadow eyeballed me the entire time, judging me haughtily for a creature that licks its own ass.

The only room I haven’t been inside is the one where he hides, so I walk over and twist the knob. I frown at the resistance against my palm. “Rory, in case you didn’t notice, this door is locked.”

“I’m aware,” he calls from within, voice muffled.

“I can’t get in,” I observe helpfully.

“That’s the point.” A frown tugs at my lips. This is not at all what I expected when I got summoned to the humanworld. Others have told me stories of glorious adventure and evil villains, and my only feats have been to possibly get poisoned and jerk off.

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