Page 22 of Raising Hell

Cas crashes his lips to Rory's, who sucks in a surprised gasp as Cas walks him backward. Palms on his cheeks, Cas tilts his head and guides their kiss, that defined jaw tightening as his tongue ravages his mouth.

Well, this just got infinitely more interesting.

His toned ass flexes, creating indentations in the muscles as he presses himself against the human. Even through his thin pants, I admire the way the dips form and make me want to run my tongue through the valleys.

He always has been effortlessly sexy.

Rory’s eyes fly open and lock on mine before dropping to where my hand drags along my cock, enjoying the show. He squeaks again as he slaps at Cas’s shoulders, who’s heavy-lidded and dazed as he pulls away from their kiss.

“Don’t let me interrupt,” I drawl, and Rory’s cheeks turn positively pink as he ducks his face into Cas’s chest, effectively hiding himself from me.

Cas glances over his shoulder and heaves a sigh, despite the flare of heat in his eyes as he watches me. “You’re a menace.”

I shrug. “You’re the one that called me here. Might as well make things interesting.”

Cas encases Rory in his protective arms and curls around him. “Amon, give us a few minutes alone, okay?”

“Am I to remain in this attic?” I ask, surveying the dusty space with a frown.

“Rory?” Cas asks, sickeningly gentle with his weak little human plaything. “It’s your house.”

“Stay here for now,” he says, offering me a smile that’s apologetic as I keep my expression blank. When they open the door to leave, a cat darts into the room and brushes against my legs. “Shadow!” Rory shouts, but I wave him off.

“Do not worry, warlock. Cats and demons are very similar. We’re like old friends.”

“Don’t hurt her,” he says, inflection in his words that straightens my spine as the command registers. My brow cocks as I glance at him, surprised at the power behind his order.

The human might know how to play, after all.

Chapter 10

Casimir

My arm is on Rory’s lower back, guiding him through the house until we step into his bedroom and close the door behind us. “Demons have exceptional hearing,” I explain, turning to face him. My usual playfulness is missing as I put my hands on my hips and heave a loud sigh, bracing myself for the conversation ahead.

“I am… sorry.” The last word fights its way out. “It was wrong of me to summon Amon without discussing it with you first. I do know that, I swear. But you were hellbent on sending me back. Did you not…” I pause, frustration welling up inside me at his willingness to just toss me aside. “Were you not even going to miss me?”

“Of course I was,” he says with a shake of his head, “but that didn’t give you the right to….” Something clicks in his brain as the words stall out. “Wait a second. As a witch, I command you, correct?” I nod, not bothering to correct his terminology,eyes never leaving his. “How come you could go through all of that, prepare the spell and summon him, without me telling you to?”

My lips tug between my teeth as I give a small grimace, anticipating the aftermath from the answer. “The link between us doesn’t take away my free will. I can do whatever I please, unless you’ve given me a specific command. You told me to remain in the house. There’s no limit to what I do while I’m here, but I can’t leave.” He nods, his face carefully neutral, and I wave a vague gesture towards the ceiling. “When you commanded Amon to stay in the attic and instructed him not to hurt Shadow, he’s bound to obey.”

“What happens if he doesn’t?”

One of my shoulders lifts in a shrug. “Depends on the master. For the more… sinister… of your kind, disobeying an order would be immediate death, if the witch or warlock were powerful enough. It comes down to your will and what you want to happen if your orders are disobeyed. Amon might experience extreme pain if he attempts to leave the attic, or if he tries to hurt Shadow—” I shake my head as panic takes over his face. “He won’t, Rory. Ignoring his flare for dramatics, he’s not a bad guy. But if hewere, hypothetically, that pain might reflect on him. Magic isn’t an exact science, as I’m sure you’ve figured out by now.”

The gears in his mind are practically grinding out loud as he thinks. “I never explicitly commanded you to cast a specific spell.”

“Correct,” I say, voice cautious.

Another moment passes in silence before he nods again, crossing his arms over his chest. “You took advantage of my lack of knowledge.”

“I did,” I admit, quieter still, and he sighs. “Please understand that my intention wasn’t to hurt you. I panicked.You expected a spell out of me, and this was one that I knew we could perform without putting you in any danger.”

“And you had a good chuckle while your buddy smacked me with his dick.”

An unexpected laugh bursts out of me, my abs still sore from the fit of laughter earlier, and I turn to find him stifling his own smile. “It was… perhaps unnecessary.”

“Perhaps?” His eyebrows fly up as he snorts, shaking his head once again.

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