Page 22 of The Misfit Mage and His Devilish Desires

Me, too. I intended on lots of fucking.

“Oh, you wanted to spar again?” I teased. But how I genuinely wished we’d taken his training seriously. If I’d known he would land on the radar of a devil, then I wouldn’t have been so lax with his understanding of the essence coursing inside him.

In all my years of existence, no devil had deigned to acknowledge me when I walked the mortal realm with a piece of Beelzebub’s essence. The rumors of other demons holding pieces of their devils inside them, similar to how I held onto a piece of mine, were never met with a banquet hosted by Lilith herself. It never occurred to me Wally would be scrutinized in such a manner. I believed…no, I’d hoped, he would be nothing but a blip on the radar of devils reigning supreme across the vast, nearly infinite universe.

“You’re worried.” Wally shoulder-bumped me. “I recognize the internalized hyperactive scenarios likely flooding your imagination.”

“They’re not scenarios. They’re inevitabilities given the dangers we face.”

“Well, this crinkle right here.” Wally pointed to my forehead, playfully brushing his fingers over the crease in my brow. “I’ve made that expression a lot over the years. If I recall, it’s generally either because I’m worried about something or I’m worried about how someone isn’t listening to me and my warnings. But I am listening to you, Bez. I understand your concerns, your reasons.”

“I’m not worried about you listening; I’m worried about you keeping your mouth shut.” I stared at his pouty lips, the slight quiver in his lower lip. Already, his body anticipated the chatty little mage’s need to bite his bottom lip to hold back some rambling intel. “Even now, you’re ready to mutter a slew of protests.”

“Ut-uh.” Wally shook his head, pouting his lips further out until they appeared ridiculously puckered and delightfully delectable.

“I do admire your efforts.” I stepped in close. “But in Hell, one wordy misstep could be our end.”

“I know.” Wally pressed his forehead against mine, and the scrunched frustration I held washed away in the warmth of his touch. Essence fueled him, buzzed with this euphoric splendor, and he sent a spark of his excitement through me. “It’s obviously serious. Stressful. But I’ve faced the worst with you more than once. I’ve resisted the Collective. I’ve defended myself against you while enthralled under another’s control—and also when you just casually tried to murder me.”

“It wasn’t casual.” I shrugged. “It was intimate.”

Wally scoffed, then smirked, then gave me a quick peck on the lips before grimacing. “I’ve fought other Diabolics with and without you. I’ve died in your arms. I’ve walked through Oblivion itself.”

“And none of that compares to the threats that lie in Hell.”

“My point is, I wouldn’t feel capable or comfortable walking through Hell itself with anyone else.” Wally wrapped his arms around my waist, bucking our hips together. “With you, though, I know I can handle anything. You make me stronger every single day.”

I kissed Wally, slipping my tongue in his mouth. “You will have to follow my lead.”

“Done,” he said between kisses. “You’re in charge.”

“Yes, but you must present yourself as the lead.” I ran my fingers through his curly blond locks and yanked his head back. With his neck exposed, I gently kissed his Adam’s apple and worked my way along his collarbone. “You are the devil; you must evoke authority. Do you understand that?”

“Done.” Wally locked his eyes with mine and planted his hands on my shoulders like he planned to push me beneath his authority.

“You’ll have to be more convincing than that.”

“I can be take-charge,” Wally snickered, then muttered a hundred whispered side thoughts he had about this instance. His mind was already lost on recollections, theories, concerns, curiosities, and so many other obnoxious things.

I glared. “And the rambling seriously has to be reined in.”

“Maybe you can help with that.” He grinned, hand reaching for my belt. “Sometimes, when I’m extra talkative, I simply need a distraction.”

“Walter.”

“Are demons opposed to such things?”

“No.” I huffed. “But you can’t exactly suck my cock every time you need to stop yourself from a blundering babble fest.”

“Why not?” He unfastened my belt, whipping it off my slacks in a quick motion. It clacked with a snap against the hot air in the room. Heat conjured from our essence that stirred,intertwining in this small space, craving the feel of each other. “I’m a devil, right?”

“Yes, technically, but also—”

Wally pressed a hand to my mouth, silencing me.

“As a devil, I get what I want, right?” he asked, yanking my pants halfway past my thighs, exposing my semi-hard cock and ass.

“Yes.”

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