Page 14 of Raising Hell

Whatever he’s offering, I want it.

Another moan of his name leaves my lips as my hand slips inside his pants, wrapping my fingers around the hot length of his cock. He strokes my horn like it was my dick, sliding his hand up and down in a maddening rhythm, and his name leaves me like a plea.

A prayer.

If this is my salvation, I’ll gladly worship at his alter.

I’m young for a demon, but as heat jettisons down my spine and I fight to regain control, it’s like the first time anyone’s ever touched me. My hips match his pace, the echo of his grip on my horn wrapped around my cock in a phantom touch. “Gods, what are you doing to me? I’ve talked all this big game and now I’m going to come before you even touch me.”

“Is that a challenge?” he asks, breathy and teasing. He’s hard, leaking like a river, and it’s all because of me. The way he thrusts into the cage of my fingers is mine. The way he moans as my fist slides over his crown with a twist, the way he gasps andthrows his head back as his hips kick forward, down to the way he challenges me by stroking me throughout his pleasure.

It’s mine. All fucking mine.

Tiny whimpers and helpless mewls leave his lips as I let out a gravelly laugh, shaking my head. “Wasn’t supposed to be.”

Another stroke up my horn and I snarl, a heavy rush leaking from my raging cock as I struggle to hold back. It becomes a battle as his sinful hands work my horns and he watches me fight my body.

There’s nothing I can do except give in to him completely.

The underside of my cock slides against his leg, slick with pre-cum as my hips rock faster. His second hand grabs my other horn, and my head throws back in a loud cry. “Fuck, fuck,fuck, Rory… that’s too much…”

Sensations overtake my body, inside and out, as I feel myself begin to splinter.

Both hands stroke, adding a twist of his wrists that launches me right to the edge. Everything is tight and pounding, and I’m teetering and desperate to fall. A deep, primal growl escapes my lips as I thrust against his soft flesh, drunk on the heat that spreads over my limbs.

“Please,” I whine, “do it again.”

“Demons are beggars, huh?” he asks, breathless as he teases.

My eyes are manic as they land on his. “You want me to beg? I’ll beg… I’ll fucking plead on my goddamned knees for you. I’ll beanythingyou want me to be if you’ll just fucking do it again.” My words end in a moan as he strokes me, giving me what I so desperately need.

Up and down, his hands work my horns, then he squeezes at the base where they meet my skull. My entire body stiffens, and I’mright there, hovering and weightless. “Please, fuck,please,” I gasp, my limbs trembling with the tension, and then all at once, everything is wrung out and released.

My cock erupts, jerking and spattering his thigh with hot, forceful spurts as I shout, my back arcing backward as if hit by electricity. My vision burns white, and my ears are filled with a high-pitched ring as I ride the waves, every muscle in my body pulsing to the same beat.

“Cas… oh, shit,Cas,” he cries, and my name on his lips causes another rope of cum to shoot across his thigh. His hips roll against my fingers, stealing friction from my hand. “That’s so… fuck that’s hot…”

When cognitive thought returns, I pick up where I left off, tightening my grip on his cock and stroking faster. He whimpers as he gets close, thrusting into my hand, and I’d give my dying breath to watch him fall apart.

Both of us watch the creamy pool on his thigh as it beads and rolls towards the bed. Hand still moving in that same maddening rhythm, I lean forward and slide my tongue along his leg, collecting my cum and bringing it to his mouth. Our moans turn muffled as I thrust my tongue against his, the salty taste of my release passing between us.

With a loud gasp, he tears his lips from mine, his head snapping back and digging into the pillow. Nonsense spills out of his mouth, desperate and garbled, as he dances on the edge. I’m enthralled, observing every tiny reaction on his face, staring at the small drop of white sitting like a dewdrop on his lips.

Something dangerous and possessive awakens inside me, feasting on the noises that leave his throat and the hammering of his cock as he comes. Hot, thick bursts pepper his stomach and chest before flowing down my fingers. Aftershocks still ripple through my body, causing me to shudder as I work him through his orgasm.

“Shit,” he gasps, and I slow my motion but squeeze at the root of his cock, enjoying the slowing, weakening pulses. A gentle swipe over the tip jolts his whole body, and I grin at the shiver.

“Cas,” he half groans, half moans, and my fingertips lazily dance over his stomach as he glances down at the aftermath of our fun. He swallows roughly as he shakes his head. “That shouldn’t have happened,” he finally says, and I lean forward and plant a gentle kiss on his lips to calm the rising panic.

That beast inside me roars and rampages, wanting to pin him down and force him to take back that statement. Demands to fuck him until he submits to the claim I’m staking on him.

As I take a deep breath, filling my lungs and clearing my head, I know I can’t do that, so I fall back to my defaults—a lazy smile and calm exterior. “But it was good, yes?”

He rolls his eyes at my smugness, letting out a huff of frustrated air. “Yes,” he admits, and my smile spreads.

I glance at the mess we made, the turbulence in my head clearing. “Maybe you were right, and we should have handled this in the bathing room.” He snorts weakly, still a relaxed puddle on the bed. I rise on my elbow, trailing a finger through the damp spot on his thigh before moving to the mess on his chest. “We both probably need a bath after this one.”

He groans and hides behind his hand, muttering on a heavy breath. “What have we done?”

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