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Clive lifted his head. “But I want your dick in my mouth. Pretty badly.”

“Well then, I can’t leave your desires unanswered.” He opened his pants and started to get to his feet but barked out a laugh when Clive pushed him onto his back. Right there on the kitchen floor.

Despite having come harder than ever, Clive’s every nerve ending was tingling, the hair raised on his arms as he climbed over Bain and sucked his beautiful, flushed dick into his mouth.

“Holy shit,” Bain cried out.

Oh, he felt good in Clive’s mouth. Lusciously smooth and warm, tasting slightly of salt, a flavor he wanted more of. He traced the veins with his tongue and did his best to bring thatcock deeper into his throat. The soft head bumped the back of his tongue, then slid farther. He thought he might lose his mind. Enthusiastic moans kept coming from his own throat, and he knew the vibration had to feel incredible. Just knowing he was giving Bain pleasure was incredible.

Fuck, he wanted to do this all the time!

Clive swallowed around the head, letting out another little moan, and Bain groaned and cupped the sides of Clive’s head. Clive moved up and down with deep pulls of suction, pausing at times just to feel the shape and weight of Bain’s wonderful dick on his tongue. He’d move up until just the tip was in his mouth, running his tongue along the slit where the flavor was strongest. Every taste rebuilt his desire, making his own cock try to perk up again.

He took Bain deeper, once more feeling him slide to the back of his throat. Bain was thrusting his hips now, his hands still tight on the sides of Clive’s head. Not enough to hurt, but he started directing their movements until Clive felt like Bain was basically using his mouth.

So. Damn. Hot.

Clive wanted to use his hands, feel Bain’s balls and stroke his finger behind them, but he could only brace his hands on the floor and let Bain fuck his throat. Unbelievably, his own dick was already hard again, but it was the raw need to give Bain pleasure that took over. Thatmattered.It was all he cared about because the pleasure he was feeling in doing this was bigger than the need to come again.

Bain suddenly went taut, his hands loosening as he turned his hold into a caress. Clive glanced up to find Bain’s eyes wide, his mouth open before he groaned and squeezed his eyes shut. His back bowed up as his cum filled Clive’s mouth. It tasted faintly sweet, and he swallowed every drop with relish.

When Bain slumped, his breaths harsh and loud, Clive leaned over him, knowing that he was all but beaming. He was just so pleased. And frankly stunned over how hot that had been—being used like that. Knowing that Bain had completely lost himself to the rapture.

Bain reached up to swipe some cum that must have been on the corner of his mouth. He turned and sucked it off, his gaze never leaving Bain’s.

“Clive?” Bain whispered, his voice ragged.

“Yes?” he whispered back.

“You are welcome to do that any time you like.”

Chapter Seventeen

Bain

The next morning, Bain drove them away from the safe house and back toward the city. They’d brought all their things, and he’d strangely had a hard time leaving the Lake Forest Park house because of the time he’d spent with Clive there. It had only been a couple of days, but they’d bonded in a way that felt special. He’d have to talk to Xavier about using the house more for weekends because he wanted to take Clive back there as much as possible.

Bain couldn’t stop looking at Clive as he drove. He just liked everything about him. He’d spent the night before exploring more of Clive’s body, delighted to find more freckles on the backs of his shoulders, and learning every line of his compact, tight form. Clive had marvelous sensitive areas that pulled forth the most delicious noises. His nipples, inner thighs, and especially his balls. When Bain had taken one into his mouth, Clive had nearly come up off the bed, groaning loud and long. Those extended, strident groans were so fucking hot they scrambled Bain’s brain. He wanted to bring them out as often as possible. Even now, as they drove along the highway throughthe woods, Bain found himself constantly glancing over at Clive in the passenger seat, thinking of more ways to drive his human lover wild.

They were just passing a thick stand of trees when an SUV came out of nowhere and slammed into the driver’s side of Bain’s car. He gripped the wheel with both hands as they swerved and skidded off the road. He managed to mostly keep control of the car, just enough to not hit one of the trees.

He slammed on the brakes and immediately twisted to check on Clive. He looked shaken but unhurt. Bain turned back to look out the driver’s side only to see four Cambion demons running toward their car. Cambions were half-preternaturals born from a demon and a human parent and were usually deadly quiet, like wendigos, as they ripped through their prey.

“Stay in here while I deal with them,” he ordered.

Clive nodded and locked his door.

That wouldn’t stop a demon from getting into the car, but Bain didn’t have time to explain that. He used his shoulder to ram open the driver’s door. It had gotten stuck when the other car hit them.

He got it open just as the first demon reached them. The creature slammed his fist into Bain’s stomach so hard his lungs locked up. He gasped and managed to dodge the next punch only to run into another demon who grinned as he displayed a set of long claws. This one had massive horns coming from the sides of his head, and he surprised Bain when he spoke in a malevolent, gravelly hiss.

“Just give us the human and we’ll let you leave.”

“Over my dead body,” Bain growled. He wouldn’t be able to fight them all in this form, and he didn’t have time to strip, so he shifted into his snake form, ripping his clothes.

These demons clearly knew not to look a basilisk in the eyes; they kept their gazes averted as they attacked. But only two tookhim on and fear gripped him as the other two went to the other side of the car.

But he was bigger and eons stronger, and he grabbed one of them and forced him to meet his gaze. Killing the wendigo had been the right thing to do since those creatures were nothing more than killing machines. Demons, even this rather violent species, were different. They even had a Cambion demon working at Protective Solutions. Plus, he felt Clive wouldn’t want him to kill, so he only mesmerized the creature, who dropped to the ground and blinked dazedly at the grass around his face.

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