Page 67 of The Misfit Mage and His Devilish Desires

“Pity I have to pause.” Bez pressed his forehead against mine, bracing a bit of distance between our mouths.

“What?” I reached out with my lips, trying to meet his. “It was just getting good.”

“Yes, but…”

“But what?” I ran my hands between the fabric of his pants. He’d gone to wearing loose-fitting stretch slacks since his waist had doubled in circumference now that he stayed in his demon form.

“I know, but I wanna feel you.”

“Oh, duh.” I turned so suddenly, my horn hit his with a loud clink. “Sorry about that. The not realizing you can’t feel in this form—not the hitting your horn thing. But sorry about that too. It was an accident.”

“No worries.” He gently kissed me again.

“Mmm. Tease.”

“Plus, I don’t wanna break you.”

“Break me?” I quirked a brow.

“It’s a lot more to handle.” Bez ran his fanged teeth against my neck, making me quiver with anticipation for more. He could break me again and again if he wanted. I’d gladly give myself to him in this form. “So, I need to go find a body. Slip into a mortal condom, so to speak.”

“Ewwww.” I cringed, shaking my head like it’d somehow erase the comment from my brain. “Don’t say it like that.”

“I know, I know.” Bez bucked his hips against mine. “You’re a bareback boy through and through but for the sake of your butt—lemme go slip into someone more comfortable.”

“You really think I can’t handle you?”

“Cocky.” Bez smirked. “And as tempting as it’d be to break you, make you eat those words along with my cock, I wish to feel you whimper beneath as I rail you, so alas, I need to dress up.”

“Shame.” I squeezed his clawed hand, desiring more than anything to feel him inside me and wishing he could feel me this instant. Feel my passion. My lust. My love. My everything. Heelicited it all, leaving me hungry and craving him more and more each day.

“Wally.” Bez tilted his head, staring at my tail, which traced an incantation.

What?

My body tensed, anticipating a threat. My essence always reacted when danger arrived. But there was usually a sinking pit in my stomach, a sensation of my Diabolic power heating up and spreading across my entire body with a wave.

That didn’t hit. The only sensation I got was a slight static shock in my hand and a jolt at the sudden explosion of the incantation.

“Fuck.” Bez jerked his hand away from mine. “That stung.”

“It what?”

“Wally, what’d you do?”

“I don’t know.” I shrugged. “I wanted you to feel this. Really feel this. And then…”

And then my essence made it happen. I filled in the gaps without sharing my thousand-fold theories because, somehow, my desire to help Bez feel in his demon form worked. My magic and essence combined to conjure some spell, some unknown layer of reality, some wonderful experience for Bez.

Bez grabbed my face, cupping my jaw between his hands, and pulled me into a kiss. A kiss where he tasted me, felt the push and pull of my lips and tongue and body. We’d gone from testing the motions to savoring every sensation in seconds.

“I’m gonna ravish you.” Bez wrapped his wings and tails around me, dragging me to the floormat with a heavy thud.

He kissed me every moment, rolling around together and somehow undressing us just as quickly. He wasn’t kidding about ravishing me. His lips tasted every inch of my skin, peeling off my clothes until I somehow lay face down in tattered threads with Bez’s tongue sliding down my crack and teasing my hole.

I moaned, quivering at how he played and lapped and breathed, each eliciting a deeper arch in my lower back.

“I forgot how good you taste.” He slapped my cheeks and spread them far apart, but when I expected him to trace his tongue on my hole, he grazed his teeth against my ass and bit down.

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