Page 56 of Higher Demon

“Lucky for you, I’m in a generous mood,” I say hastily, remembering the last time he edged me. Higher demons live forever, and that means they’re willing to take their time to get things right. Or Marc is, anyway.

Without making him wait any longer—or beg—I take him in my mouth, all the way to the back of my throat. It’s not an easy fit, but it’s so… fucking… hot. The taste of him, the smell, the way he stretches my lips and jaw… it’s perfect.

I work him with my tongue as much as I can, then draw back just enough to make things interesting before taking him again. I can’t do this for very long, but if the sight of his cock turns me on, the sight of me choking on his does it for him.

Sure enough, it only takes me looking up at him with my mouth stuffed full of him to make him lose control and start thrusting into my throat. Trying not to gag—much—I reach down into my pants, take hold of my dick, and begin jerking it in time to his thrusts.

Marc makes that growling sound again. “Look at you. I would live with humans for a thousand years just to see you like this.”

Sweat breaks out all over my body, and I come in a messy, frantic rush.

Two seconds later, Marc’s raspy shout echoes through the hall, and his hot cum fills my mouth. I pull off, swallowing as much as I can, and gasp for breath.

Rolling off him and onto my back, I stare at the ceiling, panting. Fuck. Why is sex only this good with him?

“You should check your phone.” His voice is unsteady, making me feel about a million feet tall. I did that to him.

“Why?”

“It rang three times while?—”

The strident ring of my phone cuts him off.

“Four times,” he corrects.

Shit. Fumbling in my pocket, I dig it out, lifting my head to look at the screen. Then I groan and let my head hit the floor with a thunk.Ouch. Fucking hardwood. “It’s my brother. Don’t make a sound.”

Marc huffs and hauls himself to his feet, pulling up his pants and then zipping as he walks away, and I answer the call. “Hey, Con.”

There’s a momentary pause. “Hey… Ian.”

Uh-oh. He sounds weird. Regretfully, I haul myself to a sitting position and lean against the wall. “What’s up?”

“Everything okay? You sound… puffed.”

My gut freezes. He can’t know—it’s impossible—but if he doesn’t know, why is he being so weird and suspicious?

Or am I overthinking this because I just sucked the cock of the demon who tried to kill him?

“Everything’s fine. I just got home. Sorry I missed your other calls—I didn’t hear the phone.” I stick as close to the truth as possible. He doesn’t need to know that by “home,” I mean Marc’s.

Also, when did I start thinking of Marc’s place as home? That’s… new.

“You did, huh? Home from the demon classes you never told me about?”

Well, fuck. “Oh, cool—Gayle called you. It’s good you got a chance to catch up.”

“Ian, what the fuck? Good that we got a chance to catch up? Yeah, sure. Catch up on all the things my baby brother is doing and not telling me about!” He’s yelling, and I try not to sigh. Con’s not a helicopter type of brother. While I usually keep him informed about my life, he’s never gotten mad when I neglected to mention something. This is about Marc.

“You knew the council was relying on me to liaise with Marc,” I remind him, cutting through the bullshit.

“I thought that meant a couple of phone calls, Ian! Not that you’d make friends with him!”

“Stop yelling or I’ll hang up.”

The noise that comes down the line would make me laugh in any other situation. Right now, with the taste of Marc’s cum still in my mouth, my underwear sticky, it’s hard to find any of this funny.

“Ian.” Connor stops. “Ian.”

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