Page 62 of Demons Treasure Warlocks

“Sandwiches or something. I’ll make them.” Bale tucked his wings in and began pulling items out of the cupboards and fridge. “We have to talk.”

“Yeah, I was thinking that too,” Darius said before his brain short-circuited. “Good? Bad? What kind of talk?”

“The one you were thinking of originally. I’m happy with us and how this is going.” Bale said as he came over to where Darius sat and pulled a kitchen chair close. He brushed a kiss on the side of Darius’s head as he set the sandwiches down on the wide windowsill. “I don’t like you approaching His Majesty on your own.”

“I didn’t expect Elijah to be there! It was a mistake.” Darius bit down into the tuna sandwich and groaned. Either Bale’s skills were top-notch, or he was still hungry. “Good stuff.”

“Thank you. Your mistake is going to cost you, though,” Bale said quietly. “Hawk pulled me aside shortly after you left.”

“I noticed. People are feeling it?”

“Feeling it?”

“His Majesty’s slimy fingers. He’s agitating them, stirring the pot. He planted a seed in someone’s head, and now they’re all acting like the battle’s been lost,” Darius explained. The hurt shocked him. He assumed he was immune to other people’s opinions of him.

“Are you okay?”

Darius thought about it. “No, and I don’t understand. Why? Why am I feeling like this? I never gave a flying fuck about the town assholes.”

“Because you hoped it’d be different.” Bale gently extricated Darius from the chair and cats before settling himself on the seat instead. He cuddled Darius close while Darius rested his head on Bale’s broad shoulders. “Sorry, Dare.”

“It’s stupid.”

“I like you as you are. I’m glad you’re in my corner when the bad guys come calling.”

Darius smiled at Bale’s thoughtful words. He took a deep breath and snuggled in.

“I want you in mine. Fuck the town. What did they ever do?” Darius grumbled.

“Ohh, there he is. There’s my cranky warlock. I missed him,” Bale teased lightly. Darius pulled away to glare at Bale, but the grin on Bale’s face said his intimidation tactics lacked any heat.

“I can smite you, you know,” Darius teased back.

“Oh really? Show me.” Bale nuzzled his cheek before kissing Darius lightly. Darius snorted before sighing and dissolving into Bale’s arms.

Bale’s habit of taking Darius’s mind off the ever-increasing problems was a delight and one Darius was fast growing addicted to. Bale’s managing the storms with a single touch was a blessing. Darius curled his fingers around the fabric of Bale’s vest as he rested his full weight on Bale’s lap.

Bale sent his fingers under the layers of clothing Darius wore. He paused in kissing Darius to whisper in Darius’s ear, “A bit cold, are we?”

“You weren’t here to warm me up.” Darius’s comment turned into a moan as Bale slid his hand up Darius’s ribs. He caught Darius’s words with his mouth as he flicked a pebbled nipple. The lightning spark made Darius hiss. His body was overly hot now while lust and arousal pooled heavily in his stomach. He ached for Bale to tease him like this all night.

“I’m sure you could have found a way. However, since you chose the coldest seat in the house, I think you wanted me to do it.” Bale kissed the side of Darius’s neck while his hands wandered down. The tips of his fingers brushed the half hard cock, making Bale pause and raise an inquisitive eyebrow. Darius nodded. He arched into Bale’s hand, needing Bale to please him. “How do you want to do this?”

“You lead,” Darius sighed as he clutched Bale’s muscular arms. His mind was floating, and everything in his head focused on his desire to be Bale’s. He recalled the first time Bale had made love with him. It was in a dirty cell, and Bale was just as reverent then. His kisses were light as he explored Darius’s body. It wasn’t as marked up as it was now. Bale knew though. Bale understood the limits.

Bale nodded solemnly as he continued to gaze into Darius’s eyes. His hand cupped the back of Darius’s head while the other gingerly stroked the hardening cock through Darius’s fuzzy pants. The fabric was no match for the burning heat of Bale’s fingers as they teased Darius.

Darius clung to Bale as they kissed. Tongues wrestled together as Darius submitted to the pleasures only Bale gave him. He was in heaven once more, and it was all Bale. Darius stroked the side of Bale’s face, caressing the worn stubs of Bale’s horns, wishing he could heal them as Bale’s wings had been healed. Demonic horns were a sign of great power, and to see the once magnificent Bale reduced to this made Darius ache. He’d show Bale that he was perfect.

They made out in the chair for what felt like hours. Darius’s desire and arousal were easy and warm. It never went beyond what his mind was capable of. Bale’s understanding of Darius’s past and his own masterful touch created a mystical moment. And even though Bale’s cock was a firebrand against his ass, Bale never pushed for more.

Bale pulled away briefly, his eyes ember-red and pupils blown as he checked in. Briefly Darius wondered what Bale saw when he gazed at Darius like that.

Bale slowly wandered his hands up Darius’s chest, tweaking his nipples, making Darius twitch at the sting.

Darius lied. He wanted it all. He longed to feel Bale’s bare hand on his body. The easy caresses, the soft strokes weren’t enough. Darius ached for more. He slid his hand down under the loose waistband and began pumping his cock.

“Dare?” Darius’s name on Bale’s lips pulled out a long moan. “Are you sure?”

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