Page 106 of The Misfit Mage and His Darling Demon

“If you want to plant your flag,” he said, hidden by the trees. “Then you’ll have to catch me first.”

I grinned, noticing his voice echoed from one direction but the light giggle that escaped his mouth came from a different one. “Gladly.”

I chased Wally, unable to track his mana hidden by the essence, unable to track his essence hidden by the magic of this dimension, leaving me to rely purely on my senses. It didn’t take long to locate him, even with the coverage of the forest. He lacked finesse in his movements, his feet pattering a bit too loudly against the soil, the “oomph” he let out when he bumped into a tree, and the instinctive scratch of his claws slashing bark defensively.

Still, I relished the delight in his giddy breaths—air he didn’t require, yet craved out of habit or perhaps some uniqueness to being a living mortal fueled by true devil essence. We had time to figure it out, all of it.

We had forever.

Always.

Him and me.

And as such, I wanted to enjoy this game, take my time.

“There’s a chance I’m too fast for Bez now, and I should—” He bit his lower lip to cover his whisper aloud, but it was too late. If his words hadn’t been enough, the harder press of his teeth against his lip released a single blood drop before essence mended the wound. Even so, I tasted it in the air above every other lush aroma in the forest.

“Too fast for me?” I asked, having weaved in between the foliage, appearing behind a startled Wally.

I wrapped my arms around his waist, scooping him up before he could flee, and spinning him in circles. The laughter he released and the reddening of his ears made me smile.

“Guess I get to plant my flag now.” I released him, only momentarily, before pinning him against a tree.

“Looks like it.” Wally eyed the obvious bulge in my slacks.

My skin vibrated, preparing to vanish in a blur. “But perhaps you should have to catch me first.”

“Come on, Bez.” Wally grabbed me by the wrist, yanking me toward him, putting up far more resistance than I realized as I pulled free of his clasp.

Or attempted, anyway.

My footing wavered and I stumbled backward when trying to balance the weight of his incoming body, the buzz of darting away playfully, and the need to catch him. We spun into each other, crashing onto the ground.

“You said something about coming?” I smirked at him, laying atop me.

He huffed. “I hope that thud on your ass hurt.”

“That’s not very nice,” I whispered, licking his ear.

As expected, Wally leaned closer nuzzling my neck. He bit my tie and pulled it, tugging me forward as he rose, and arched his back, straddling my hips.

“Yanking everything of mine but the one thing I want you to.” I slapped his ass with both hands, squeezing them tight.

“Securing your cake?” he asked with a mouth full of fabric, which gave me a hundred different ideas for the evening.

“Always.” I kissed his neck and ran my hands up his back, under his shirt to feel the full warmth of his body.

It didn’t burn as hot as mine, but the magnitude of power radiating inside him sweltered in comparison to the mage I’d met.

He dropped the tie, preparing to kiss me.

Using one of my tails, I unknotted my tie and stuffed it back into his mouth. “Not yet.”

He grumbled, playful, but glaring.

“You’ve got to earn it.” I rolled on top of him, full of zeal and control, until something wrapped around my throat and pulled me back.

I lay flat on the ground; Wally slipped off my slacks in a single motion. My body tingled at the rush his assertive yearning created. He spit out my tie, then repositioned himself on top of my hips, grinding against my throbbing erection as he kissed me deep and passionately. His eyes were wide and fully black, a matching, slender forked tail waved behind him.

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