Page 55 of Higher Demon

The door opens so fast, I nearly topple forward. Dammit. One day, I’ll remember he likes to do that.

I smile up at his scowling face, then say, “You are such an asshole.”

“I? You just made the most vile threats I’ve ever heard.”

Rolling my eyes, I shove past him. “Please. You’ve heard people threaten way worse stuff than that.”

“There’s nothing worse than ruined shirts and a visit from your brother,” he mutters as he closes the door. As soon as I hear the lock snick, I pounce, wrapping my arms and legs around him and sending us tumbling to the floor.

Luckily, I’m a highly trained demon hunter, gifted with natural agility, and he’s a motherfucking demon, so we don’t get hurt. Instead, we fall gracefully into a roll and end up pressed together from shoulder to knee on the hardwood.

“Why are your elbows so pointy?” he complains, grunting.

Okay, so the fall wasmostlygraceful.

I roll my hips—and my hard-on—against his. “I’ll show you pointy,” I declare and immediately regret it.

“I’ll never understand you humans.”

“Shut up and I’ll suck your cock.”

“But then, understanding is overrated.” He lifts a hand to the top of my head and gently pushes.

Taking the hint, I slide along his body, enjoying the journey, and settle into the vee between his legs. He’s already hard, and I nuzzle the bulge in his pants. “Someonedoesn’t care about my elbows.”

“Please hurry up and do something other than talking with your mouth.”

Smugly, I rub his cock with my nose, his clothes somehow making it feel taboo. “I don’t know. I bet I can make you come without ever unzipping you… and while I’m talking.”

“Probably,” he agrees frankly. “But if you suck me instead, I’ll rim you later.”

“Sold!” I unbutton and unzip him so fast, he catches his breath.

As always, the sight of his dick ramps up my horny from normal to intense. Thick and purple, with a tiny bead of precum already welling at the tip… yes, please. But I’m not half-assing this.

“Lift your hips,” I order, and he grumbles but obeys. Pulling his pants to his knees, I adjust both our positions and lean down. I love the dark, musky smell of him here, the sensitivity of his skin. I lick along the perineum, over his balls, and all the way up to the head of his cock, where I swirl my tongue over the delicious droplet waiting for me. His breath explodes from him, followed by a moan as I retrace my path with tiny kisses.

Then I do it all again.

On the third pass, his hips are writhing, and I take pity on him—and myself—and wrap my lips around his cockhead.

“Yesssss… Ian,” he pants, his voice going growly in a way that’s not completely human. The first time it happened freaked me out a little, but Marc’s always so in control, and knowing that I can do this to him—thatImake his control slip just this tiny bit—turns me on like nothing else.

For a little while, I just nurse the head, sucking lightly, playing my tongue over the sensitive nerves hidden by his foreskin, but when his breathing starts to get jagged, I pull off.

“Ian.”

“Yes?” I ask innocently, wiping my hand over my mouth and opening my jeans.

“Don’t tease.” He narrows his eyes. “Teases don’t get rewards.”

“Making you beg is reward enough for me.” I blow him a kiss, loving the way his expression turns indignant.

“I do not beg.”

“Oh?” I bend toward his cock again, blowing lightly on the wet skin, and he makes a sound of wretched frustration.

“Fine. I’ll beg. But I’ll remember this.”

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