Page 52 of The Misfit Mage and His Dashing Devil

Bez turned his head, given time to react or think between all my internal contemplation. That was my problem. Bez saw it, knew it, felt it. I wanted to plan for everything, which made me hesitate to live for anything. It was a weakness. Sure, he mocked it, but I could see in the way he studied me. He liked it. Liked me.

I leaned in close, pressing my forehead against his. The heat of his body only further excited me. It was his reluctance that gave me pause. Everything gave me pause. My body tensed, nervous, doubtful, always hesitant.

“I don’t play these games.” Bez sat upright, hand holding the small of my back. His eyes looked so soft and somber this close.

“I’m not messing with you. Maybe I am. Maybe I’m fucked. Well, that’s a certainty. My life is up in flames right now, and you’ve helped me bear through it.” I kissed his neck. Not as forcefully as I wanted. Merely a sign of affection. I hoped he saw it that way. “You were a prick the entire time.” I kissed a bit lower. “A real jerk. Even tried to murder me.” I unbuttoned his shirt and kissed his chest. As my lips met his pecs, he lay back on the bed. Bez guided my head with a gentle hand as he descended back onto the mattress. “You didn’t murder me, though.” I continued unbuttoning his dress shirt, lightly kissing his torso and working my way down his stomach. “You’ve gone out of your way to help me. Save me. Do things the way I wanted because you knew it made me feel safe in this unsafe world.”

“No. I just…” Bez paused, eyes on me as I slid off the bed with my body between his thighs. “It was the emotional bond linking us.”

“Not a thing, according to Mora.” I unfastened his belt.

“You heard that, too? Impossible. You were out cold.”

“Your essence coursed through me,” I said through gritted teeth pulling his belt off. Bez had revealed himself to me, whether through trust or insecurity or a million other factors I’d gladly explore. It didn’t matter. I wanted this moment to be honest and real. “I could feel your words. Your actions. Your everything. It echoed inside me.”

That was true. It took me time to clear my head and push everything out to make sense of his stirring thoughts.

“Then you should stop and wait for the essence to pass. You are a kind mortal. An insufferable and annoying mortal, but still.” Bez lifted my chin with a hand. “I’m a wicked Diabolic who wants nothing but destruction. Trust me. It might sound fun for a night, but you’ll regret this.”

I bit his hand lightly, then pulled his pants down past his knees.

“Walter, you’re making a bold move.”

“Didn’t think I made those, did you?” I licked his hip where the cut of his abs was, then kissed the muscles of his abdomen, savoring the sweet taste of his skin and the firmness of his body; each continued kiss led lower as I followed the trail of hair leading to his cock. “Guess you don’t know me as well as you thought.”

Before he could say one more thing, I wrapped my lips around his tip. Bez stiffened. My jaw tightened as I swallowed deeper. He ran his fingers through my curls, playfully caressing them. Every time I went a bit further, he clutched my hair but didn’t push down. I pulled back momentarily, rotating my tongue around his tip until he quivered. Bez’s hips thrust forward, then stopped.

A polite devil.

I didn’t want to be coddled.

Wrapping my hands around his, I guided a more forceful approach as I swallowed the entirety of his cock. My eyes watered, and my throat ached. Bez groaned, squeezing my hair and thrusting quickly. I had an involuntary shudder, then unfastened the tight string to the loose pants I wore. My body burned with excitement, and Bez’s warm Diabolic touch sent a surge through every cell of my body.

He released my head, and I pulled back instinctively. I didn’t want to, but I couldn’t breathe. Panting, I wiped some of the spit off my jaw. Bez stood above me, fully erect. His wings had sprouted. Huge dark gray wings with more feathers than I could count and such a wide span they blocked all the light out in the room. His hands were sleek and black, covered in Diabolic energy, yet their touch had been so soothing. Could he alter the feeling from pain to pleasure merely by will or desire?

I wanted to know it all. Know everything about him.

“Get over here,” Bez instructed.

His tail came out of nowhere, wrapping around my neck and lifting me. I rose with guidance, embracing him. Bez ran his hands over my shirt, ripping it open instead of taking it off. I vibrated. His lips kissed my chest, licking my left nipple, while his hands slid down the sides of my torso. They reached my hips and pulled my pants to my ankles. In an instant, Bez was on his knees, hands cupped around my butt and mouth enveloping all of me. I moaned, biting my knuckle.

He moved with his blurred speed. One second, I’d feel his tongue on the most sensitive places; the next, he’d nibble the back of my neck; after that, he’d return to his knees but be lost the second I blinked. I groaned only to find his tongue invading my mouth and hand gripping my cock. I couldn’t keep up with all the sensations.

“Wait, I’m going to…” My breathing hitched. “Stop.”

“Don’t worry if you finish first.” Bez licked my neck and bit down. It hurt in the best way. I dug my nails into his back, sliding down until I reached the joints of his wings. “I’ve got a long night planned for you, Wally.”

My cheeks burned when he called me that.

Bez tossed me onto the bed. I watched him crawl at the edge toward me. One of his tails opened the nightstand drawer and fished out a bottle of lube. As he got closer, I rolled onto my stomach, following the instruction of his hands as he positioned me.

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Walter remained obedient as I moved his legs to a wider stance, guiding his hips to a proper level. Running my claws down his back, he abided my instruction to arch further. I spit into my palm, adding to my already slick dick. Walter didn’t move. His shoulders tensed, bracing for what came next, but his muscles remained calm as I pushed my way inside him. The tight warmth made me growl. I leaned forward, pressing my weight down on him slowly, allowing him to adjust to the feeling as I slid deeper inside him. He was completely submissive in his desire—no surprise. The euphoric sound of his moans made me thrust faster, deeper.

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