Page 92 of The Misfit Mage and His Dashing Devil

“This body’s busted. I’ll just put a haze up.”

Wally twisted his lips. “Liar.”

“I’ve been absolutely discreet.”

“I saw the clerk.”

“He called me a clown.”

“Maybe we can find you a misfit mage before we leave.”

I strummed my claws against the small of his back, ready to rip through the cotton and denim which separated our bodies. “There’s only one misfit mage I want to be inside right now.”

“If you’re not going to get a new host, then I’ll have to glamour away some of these.” He locked his gaze on mine, staring deep into my crimson eyes.

Moving his hands from my horns, he gently traced his fingertips along the black veins where my essence circulated. He hadn’t made comments or shown concern since the changes appeared. Honestly, I thought he was overcome with the rush of killing and the freedom of leaving the Collective. Or the regret of both actions.

I hesitated, studying his reactions.

His expression didn’t show either of those. Nor did his words. Tone. Body language.

Everything about Wally screamed blissful freedom.

“I rather like the Diabolic additions, but I prefer my dashing devil a little less dashing”—he yanked my tie, loosening it—“and a lot more naked.”

He lifted the tie but hadn’t loosened it enough to go over my head, so it got stuck at my forehead below my horns and covered my eyes. “Wally, let me—”

I fumbled with the knot.

“No, let me.” His knees hit the shag carpet hard, and he’d unfastened my belt and pulled my pants down to my knees by the time I’d unsnagged the tie.

“Well, well, well.” I played with his hair as he swirled his tongue around my tip.

Getting a firm grip on his hair, I let the motion of his head guide my hand. It didn’t take long for the muscles of his throat to adjust, and he swallowed the entirety of my cock.

I took a sharp inhale, holding all the air in the room inside my lungs while also keeping his head firmly in place. He gagged, lips gasping around the base of my cock. Realizing his struggle, I released his head. But he didn’t move. In fact, despite the involuntary jerk of his body seeking air, he grabbed my hips with his hands, holding steady for a few more blissful seconds. His throat was warm and wet and tight.

Finally, he backed up, taking in hasty breaths. “Please stop treating me like I’m breakable.”

“Didn’t want to choke you,” I wheezed, missing the feel of his mouth. He’d made his desires clear from the first time we’d screwed, and while I got carried away from time to time, I did hold back sometimes.

“I don’t mind choking.” Wally stood, his arms swaying back and forth, casting wind throughout the room.

A light breeze circled our bodies. Wally used the current to lift himself before wrapping his thighs tightly around my hips. We fell back onto the bed. He kept a hand pressed against my chest, ripping through the buttons of my shirt one by one as he eased onto my cock. I took slow thrusts, allowing him to adjust. My chest warmed, and he leaned in close, pressing his cool skin against mine.

“Not that I don’t enjoy this.” He continued grinding on top of me. “But I prefer it when you show me what a devil’s capable of.”

I released a primal roar, rolling us onto my side and taking faster strokes. Wally buried his face into my neck, moaning as I sped up. His throbbing dick hit my stomach with every thrust of my hips. He bit down on my shoulder hard. So fucking hard. I pounded into him faster. Using my tails, I finished undressing so I could properly maneuver on this small bed.

I released him, then threw him further up the bed, stripping off his clothes. His eyes lit up at the assertive way I tossed him. I turned Wally over, burying his face in the mattress and raising his hips. Moving my hand down to the small of his back, I pressed my claws ever so. He arched further, obeying the light instruction. How I relished his desire to serve. I slapped his ass; a claw scratched him. He moaned, and I paused, backing away. I kissed the red mark on his cheek.

He remained as he was, his body aching for mine. The tether connecting us pulled at my heart. I returned to my position.

For the next quarter hour, the only sounds were Wally’s groans and our skin slapping together as I rammed him. I leaned in, pressing my chest to his back, pinning him, and continuing to thrust deep inside him. He turned his head, lips searching for mine. I kissed him, soft and delicate. My tongue ring massaging his tongue. Then I slid an arm under his, wrapping a hand around his throat.

His face turned red; hazel eyes glossed over in a haze of delirious ecstasy. Kissing him again, I resumed ramming further into him. I released his neck as he jerked up, then buried his face into a pillow. Yanking his hair, I pulled his head back up. I wanted to see his expression as I continued. His brow wrinkled, and his face contorted involuntarily as his muscles spasmed beneath me.

“Bez, I’m…” He released a muffled grunt as he came.

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