There’s just one problem now.
Him.
Shirtless, he looks like a goddamned snack with that broad chest exposed and nipples pebbled against the cold. His thick cock pushes against his jeans, and his knees are damp from the snow on the ground.
It’s fucking obscene.
The voices and footsteps get closer, and I position myself in front of him. With our difference in size, I can’t hide him, but I can block the more scandalous parts of him from view.
This is so far out of character that when I realize what I’ve done, it’s jarring. Under normal circumstances, I would stand aside, wearing a smug grin and looking forward to seeing someone caught with their pants down.
But for reasons I’m not ready to unpack, I want to protect him. Want to save him from embarrassment and gouge out anyone’s eyes that see him like this, breathless and desperate to fuck.
This side of him is only for me.
This ismine.
I try very hard not to read too deeply into that as an extremely wide-eyed Xalreth comes into view. As usual, Cadbury chases behind him with absolutelyno way to control the giant demon, and as he soaks in what he’s seeing, rage lights his eyes.
Chapter 7
Niklaus
Xalreth’s lip contorts into a snarl at the sight of Damien wearing my sweater, with me standing bare-chested behind him. “My Liege…” Unmistakable anger brews in his voice as he forces the words out of his clenched teeth. “Might I ask what thefuckis going on…”
Damien’s spine snaps tall, and unbridled, suffocating power explodes out of him in a potent wave. It chokes me, my throat closing as my chest constricts with the weight pressing against every inch of my skin. Xalreth stumbles to a stopbefore slamming down onto a single knee before him, face low and neck exposed.
Hebows.
For the first time, Damien doesn’t look like a mere pampered prince, but the ruthless, cunning King of Hell he truly is. The monster behind the man is exposed.
A red, fiery aura pulses around Damien’s frame as he takes a step closer. “Watch your fucking mouth.” The sound is deeper and multi-dimensional, infused with the magic of his position, and Xalreth bows lower, forehead pressing against the snowy ground. “And mind yourfuckingbusiness.”
“Lucifer…” he gasps, fighting for his breath. “Forgive me, sir, it was…” Another choked, rasping inhale barely gives him any oxygen. “It was not my place.”
“No,” Damien says, still with that terrifying voice that seems to multiply, as though a thousand versions of himself are speaking at once, layering and mingling as he ripples with power. “It wasn’t.”
“Forgive me,” Xalreth says again, and although the air remains thick with magic, Damien loosens his grip on his aura, allowing everyone to breathe.
For a long second, he stares at the back of Xalreth’s bowed head, before heaving a sigh. “If you have something to say, say it now and be done with it.”
Xalreth’s black eyes finally lift, darting to me before focusing on Damien. The sheer amount of power he holds, despite his diminutive size, is enough to make my hair stand on end and my kneesache to kneel before him as well. I’m barely able to resist the pull of submission.
All while his pants are soaked in his own cum.
Honestly, I’m impressed.
“Of course not, Lucifer, sir,” Xalreth says, bowing his head subserviently once more. “It was a mistake to question your actions.”
“Yes, it was.” The oppressiveness surrounding us eases as Damien’s temper is reined in, and he takes a step backward.
Xalreth’s chest rises in a deep breath before he glances up at Damien again. “Does my king accept my most sincere apologies?”
Damien tsks, his usual saucy attitude returning as he crosses his arms and rolls his eyes. “Of fucking course I do. It has become a routine for you to behave like an idiot, and I always find it in myself to forgive you, don’t I?”
“Yes, sir,” Xalreth agrees, a small, relieved smile tugging at his lips as Damien gestures for him to rise and he climbs to his feet.
“Niklaus was about to introduce me to the reindeer,” Damien says, snapping my attention back to him, “if you’d like to join us.”