Page 23 of Raising Hell

Both of our smiles fade, though, as we look at each other, the air suddenly heavy between us. “I wasn’t ready to leave you,” I whisper, placing a gentle hand on his jawline, and he leans into my touch.

“You mean you weren’t ready to leave the realm.”

“No,” I interrupt, my fingers flexing against his cheek. “Would I like to see more of the human world? Yes, of course.” My face inches closer to his. “Would I like to see more of you? Peel back every single one of your protective layers until you are laid bare in front of me, ready for the taking?” His inhale is heavy, filling his lungs as his eyes dart around my face before holding mine, full of hesitation.

“More than life itself,” I murmur, and the sound he makes is a helpless thing. “The thoughtconsumesme, Rory.”

My mouth hovers mere inches from his, losing myself in the forest of his eyes as I fight for my waning self-control. “I want to explore every inch of your body until you are weeping and begging for more. Show you exactly what it means to be possessed.” My tongue slips over my lips as I watch his pupils widen, a pink tinge painting his cheeks. “Prove to you that even though you are my master, Iownyou.”

There’s barely more than a molecule between us as he whimpers. “What are you doing?” he whispers, his breath hot against my lips.

“Waiting for your command. Tell me to stop, and I must stop, Rory. Tell me to keep going…”

“Keep going,” he breathes, hands landing on my chest, and the words are barely free before our lips crash together. My fingers slide through his hair as his wrap around my lower back and yank me against him. Our mouths are rough, rushed, as I tilt him and position him right where I want him. My teeth drag over his pouty bottom lip, and he moans into my mouth, a delirious, desperate sound.

I rip his shirt over his head, and he gasps, arms flying up to cover his stomach. “Do not hide from me,” I growl, claiming his mouth again before pulling away with a moan, our foreheads pressed together. “Out there, you call the shots, but in here? In here, you belong tome.”

He gulps, his throat bobbing as he stares into my eyes, and I see the very second his self-control crumbles into ruin. “Okay,” he whispers, his arms sliding to his sides. I take a step back, letting my eyes wander over his pale skin, before dropping to my knees before him.

A shaky breath escapes him as I drop a gentle kiss on the soft skin of his cute little belly. I kiss a path down his stomach, loosening the button and zipper on his jeans and tugging the denim over his hips.

The very top of his boxer briefs peeks out over his pants, and I can’t help my delight. “Are those…”

“Oh,sugar,” he mutters, and my grin is ecstatic, spreading across my face and digging into my cheeks. “I didn’t…” His eyes roll up to the ceiling as his cheeks flush the most adorable shade of peony pink. “No one was supposed to see those.”

I give his jeans another shimmy, still grinning as I uncover his underwear. Bright red fabric is covered with a pattern of horns that look suspiciously like mine, with the words‘horny little devil’ floating randomly. “Were you thinking of me when you bought these, sweet Rory?”

“Maybe.” He flushes an even deeper shade.

With a yank, his jeans pool around his ankles and I tilt my chin until I’m looking all the way up his body into his eyes. “Well then,maybe,” I stress the word as he huffs and rolls his eyes, “we’ll just leave them on.” Gently, I lift his foot and tug his pants off before doing the same on the other side. Leaning forward, I drop a kiss on his cock before sliding my tongue out and licking a wet trail up the hard length, tasting the saltiness of his pre-cum as I lap over the tip.

He gasps as I wrap my lips around him, sucking through his underwear, and his hands land on my head for balance, gripping my horns. I groan loudly as I drag my tongue along the fabric in long, sweeping strokes until it’s soaked, and every detail of his cock is visible through the wet material. Each squeeze of my horns has my frenzy growing until I can’t take it anymore.

In a rush, I rise to my feet and guide him backwards until he drops on the bed. Not stopping there, I shove at his shoulders until he is lying flat, ready to be claimed. My name leaves him in a breathy whisper, over and over, as I push his knees up and back. “Exquisite,” I breathe as I drop between his legs. Our eyes meet as I grab his boxers with my teeth and tug them down, and he calls out as I get my first real taste of him.

Hips rocking, I shamelessly grind my cock against the mattress to get the friction I’m desperate for as I feast on him. My tongue circles his rim in heavy licks, using my lips to pull and suck as I spread him further. Delicious sounds rise from his throat, matching my rhythm, until I roll my tongue at his entrance, spearing at his hole as it flutters. “Oh, fuck,” he moans as he grabs my horns again, and I chuckle against him as I push the tip of my tongue inside him.

He bucks off the bed as he loses his inhibitions, rolling against me as I lick and suck, his body loosening and readying itself for me. A finger slips inside, then two, and I stretch him while I continue to lavish him with my tongue. He claws at my horns, my shoulders and neck, even gripping my hair and pulling as he searches for purchase. Panting breaths echo through the room as I thrust into him, adding a third finger and feeling his hole squeeze around me. When he tenses, on the verge of letting go, I pull away.

“Cas!” he shouts, scrambling to draw me back, but I only grin as I put distance between us.

“Do you remember the promise I made last time we found ourselves in a similar position, Rory?”

His eyes flare as I lift onto my knees and he sees my erection pressing against these ridiculous sweatpants, a dark wet spot at the tip. “Y-yes,” he finally manages, and I bite my lip between my teeth as I push my pants off my legs. My cock springs free, defying gravity as it pushes straight off my body.

The devil boxer briefs make me smile again as I pull them off and toss them aside. I position myself between his legs and hover above him. “You’ll be so full of me, you will carry my scent for days,” I murmur as the head of my cock finds his entrance. Slowly, I push my hips forward, watching his face for any signs of hesitation.

He whimpers as I stretch him, rocking against him and putting pressure on his hole until he loosens enough to take me. An inch at a time, his tight warmth surrounds me, and my eyes roll back in pleasure as I slide all the way in. “Fuck, you’re tight,” I gasp, enjoying the way his body presses around me.

“It’s been a while,” he admits, breathy. His cheeks are fully red now, and he looks so goddamned fuckable that I have to remind myself to give him time to adjust.

“You’re so perfect,” I murmur, finding his gaze again. Red curls curtain over his eyes, and I reach up and brush them aside, those hypnotizing green eyes boring into mine. “Now, be a good boy and brace yourself, love.”

I pull all the way out and push back in, and his eyes widen as he calls out. The obscene amount of spit on his ass from where I ate him out means I move easily inside him. The slick sound of our bodies fills the room, merging with his moans and incoherent whispers. Fingernails pierce my back, short ones that dig trenches into the skin, with a sting that tingles down my spine.

My lips drop to his throat, teeth scraping along his neck as he claws at my back. His scent is heightened here, rainwater and sweat, and my hips pump faster as I suck the delicate skin into my mouth. “Cas!” he gasps, breathy, while his pulse fires under my tongue. “You’ll leave a mark!”

That insatiable beast inside me purrs at the thought.

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