Page 17 of The Misfit Mage and His Darling Demon

I kissed him again, this time with my teeth biting his lip. “You’re talking a lot. Usually, you’re the one telling me to keep conversation to a minimum since I have this habit of sometimes kind of a little bit getting sort of chatty in the middle of sex.”

Bez had planted his hands on my shoulders, bracing some distance from my lips reaching his. Dammit. I’d done it again. Gotten too talkative. He wanted to talk. Maybe apologize. Or explain all the stipulations he’d demand if I were to accept this job. We’d have that talk, of course. But I didn’t want a conversation souring the mood, or more accurately, I didn’t want my own insecurities souring such a lovely gesture Bez had done.

“We’ll discuss it all,” I said, unable to quiet my mind. “But I’d much rather save the chitchat.”

With that, I pushed Bez back onto the bed and dropped to my knees. There was only foreplay that’d stop my rambles or Bez’s, it seemed.

“Wait, this isn’t…” Bez ran his fingers through my hair, a firm grip pulling my head back right as I licked the tip of his cock. He growled from the gentle massage of my tongue, and instead of tugging me away, he pushed me further onto his cock.

My eyes watered, and I gagged, taking in the entirety of his shaft so quickly. Still, I relaxed my jaw and planted my hands on Bez’s sides, moving with the subtle thrust of his hips.

My throat constricted as his cock throbbed inside my mouth. Slowly, I worked my way up and down. I couldn’t get a full breath through my nose, but I didn’t want to stop, to slow down, because the warmth coming off Bez made my skin tingle and my body vibrate.

“I need…” Bez let out a feral snarl. “Walter, I need you to accept the job so we can learn this Fae’s secrets and kill him.”

I choked on Bez’s cock and his words.

What?

I pulled back, wiping spit from my chin. “What?”

“I thought that’d finally ruin the moment.” Bez grimaced, pulling his boxer briefs over his fully erect dick, the bulge pointed upward on an angle.

“You can’t just kill a Fae.” I stood up, ready to storm out of the room but waited, waited for an explanation as Bez pulled his pants up and fastened his belt. “Honestly, as worried as I am for Novus, not sure you can kill him, considering last night’s performance.”

Okay, that was rude, but Bez hadn’t landed a single blow on the baron, and that said something, given his speed and strength.

“Bah. Annoying Fae parlor tricks.” Bez waved a hand. “The next time our paths cross, I won’t be caught unaware of his shifting temporal frequencies.”

I turned to leave, but Bez snatched me by the wrist.

“Wait. There’s much I need to explain.” His voice was soft, pleading. “There is a chance this Fae is using Diabolic bonds to dabble in dimensional travels, tearing through thresholds which shouldn’t be possible.”

Bez pulled me onto the bed, and I sat on the end next to him as he explained the difficulties of navigating in or out of Hell—any Hell—how anything non-Diabolic would burn eternally, lost in the cracks of the dimensional folds. A part of me wanted to comment or question if this helped stem the origins of fire and brimstone, but I kept quiet, putting a pin in most of my curiosities.

Mora had informed him of Baron Novus’ intentions and his intrigue with me since many Fae supposedly found my actions fascinating. But I wondered if Novus actually did or if that was simply a façade to mask his true interest in Bez. Who was I kidding? Of course it was. I was a joke. The fact I even allowed myself to buy into the flattery of my supposed talents, this offer.

Bez was right. “It was a trap all along.”

“I suspect,” Bez said, his expression soft and not holding any of the smugness I deserved.

“Surprised you’re not gonna mock me for always being so gullible.”

“Seeing the best in others and hoping they recognize the value you possess does not make you gullible.” Bez patted my thigh, hand resting on my shaky knee until I’d stopped tapping.

“What happens if you find proof the Fae baron is actually doing this, stealing Diabolics and trying to get into Hell realms?”

“Ifwefind proof,” Bez corrected.

We. He wanted me to be a part of this. My chest swelled, flattered he trusted me enough to take part in this, and then tightened, frightened of what it meant.

“So, what happens to him?” I asked again.

“I won’t lie to you, Wally.” Bez’s eyes flitted, avoiding direct contact or finishing his response, it seemed.

“You’re gonna kill him.”

“No.” Bez rocked his head side to side; his shaggy hair swayed between the roots of his curled ram horns. “Maybe just unalive him.”

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