Page 17 of Raising Hell

He whimpers, an unwanted, helpless sound, as I grab his wrist and inch his hand towards my cock. When his palm lands on my shaft, both of us let out a groan as his fingers wrap around me.

“That’s it… just like that,” I murmur, giving a slight rock of my hips and closing my eyes at the sensation of my covered cock sliding through the cage of his grip.

“This means nothing,” he whispers, his fingers warm against my stomach as he pulls my waistband back and slips his hand inside.

A groan tears from my throat as he pumps me slowly, squeezing in a rhythm as he strokes my cock. Up and down, he explores every ridge, reaching further to roll my balls between his fingers and giving them a slight tug. My lips find his ear, tongue slipping around the shell before drawing his lobe between my teeth and gently scraping.

My hands land on his ass, tugging him closer and wedging his hand and my erection between our bodies. Another of those delicious whimpers reaches my ears as I slip under his pants. A single finger slides between his cheeks, circling his rim, and his grip on my cock tightens.

“Oh, you like that, don’t you? Sweet Rory really does enjoy ass play, doesn’t he?”

His moan is quiet in the back of his throat, and he only whispers one word. “Yes,” he murmurs, and I snarl as I push him against the wall, my hips thrusting forward with more power.

My voice emerges as a deep, guttural whisper beside his ear as I say, “I want to bend you over and fuck you until that tight hole squeezes around me. My cock in that needy ass… my fingers jerking you.” I nip his earlobe as he yelps. “Fill you until I drip out of you.”

I grin at his whimpers, pulsing my fingertip against his hole as my lips travel along his jaw. “Condom…”

“No,” I insist, and he gasps as the tip of my finger slides through, gently pushing into him. “No condom. Humans and demons can’t pass diseases, and I want to feel you with nothing between us. I’ll come inside you until I’m finished with you.” He realizes his hand has stilled and returns to stroking me as I hum an approving rumble into his ear. “Demons aren’t like humans, Rory. I’ll fill you until it’s gushing out of you, and then do it again. Over and over, I’ll soak you until it runs down your legs, marking every inch of your skin with my scent. Is that what you want? To be my little cum slut?”

When he only whines and rocks against me, I weave my fingers through his curls and force him to look at me. The mossy green glitters in the sunlight, sparkling like emeralds with the fire behind his eyes, and I realize how easily I could get lost in their depths. “Answer me.”

He either refuses to form words or has lost the ability to do so. I remove my hands from his body and put a few inches of space between us, my lips still near his ear. “You’ll ask for what you want, or you won’t get it.”

His head thunks on the wall, gaze moving to the ceiling as he releases a series of quiet, frustrated grunts. “Cas,” he whispers, and his eyes finally drop to mine.

Drawn to him, pulled into his gravity, I can’t stay away.

I take a half step forward, leaning my forearm against the wall and hovering over his body. “What do you want, Rory?”

“I… I want…” His pupils are blown out and his breathing is rapid as I stare down at him, wanting him more than I’m willing to admit even to myself.

“Go on,” I purr, sliding my knuckles along the bottom of his chin.

A rough swallow works his throat, and he squeezes his eyes closed. “I want to find the spell to send you home and put my life back to normal.”

Damn.

I mean…damn.

Unexpected hurt rips through me as I recoil, his rejection hitting me like a physical force. Something in my chest cracks, and I take a step backward as he opens his eyes and looks at me again, pleading. “Cas, it’s not that I don’t care about…”

“Yeah, okay,” I say, turning away, thankful for once for my new pants as I shove my hands into my pockets.

He takes a tentative step closer. “I’m not a fling type of guy, Cas, and we both know this is temporary…”

“I said okay!” I bellow, whirling to face him and watching his eyes widen at the storm of power that swirls around me. For the first time since he summoned me, Rory looks truly afraid.

Of me.

Even if I wanted to hurt him, I couldn’t. The unbreakable bonds between a demon and their summoning witch forbid it. But does he really think so little of me?

Hurting him is the last thing I want to do, but he’s right.

This is temporary, and I’d do well to remember that.

“I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings,” he whispers, and even though it’s painful, even though my chest splinters apart with the mockery of it, I force a smug smirk onto my lips.

“As you’ve repeatedly pointed out, Rory, I’m a demon. Evil, remember? According to you, that means I don’t have feelings.”

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