Page 14 of Consorting With The Enemy

“You, uh, you can’t do that. I’m gonna come. Slow down. It’s too much. I’ve wanted you too damn long. I won’t be able to control myself.” His chest moved up and down as he struggled to breathe and gain some sort of control.

Control? Not on my watch.

I let his cock slip from my lips with a loud pop and said, “I’ve worked for it and you’re going to give it to me, babe. Fuck my mouth. I want it. Show me what I’ve been missing,” I urged…and then swallowed him down my throat again.

Ari roared with pleasure and his hips started thrusting. His cock pushed deeper and deeper, I loved every inch. I needed to do this every damn day. Fuck me, but I was already addicted to his cock. His taste. The texture. Those sounds he made. Every fucking part of him belonged to me.

“Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck.” He chanted.

His muscles tightened and then he coated my tongue and throat with his cum. I felt lightheaded from the pleasure it brought me. Between seeing the expression on his face and swallowing his load, my own cock threatened to rip through my trousers. When I’d devoured every drop he had and then licked his cock clean, I looked up at him and said, “Go get on the fucking bed, Ari. I need you. Now.”

He laughed. “I can barely move, Az. You literally sucked the strength from my body. It’s taking every ounce of power I possess not to just melt into the fucking floor.”

Hmmm…he did sound a touch weaker than usual. In one swift movement, I stood up, tossed him over my shoulder, and carried him to the bed. With a playful toss, he landed in the middle of the massive bed. “Naked. Now.” I ordered as I ripped off my own clothing. Like at the cabin, his vanished without him even lifting a finger.

Show-off.

When my knee hit the edge of the bed, he rolled onto his belly and then got up on his hands and knees, offering me a view of the most delectable ass in the universe. Damn, everything about Ari was perfect, but his ass was in a class of its own. Nice round, bubble shape. Firm. Oh, and by fuck, he knew how to use it.

When I reached the middle of the bed, I wrapped my arm around his waist and flipped him onto his back. “No more of that bullshit,” I growled, ashamed of myself for the times I’d used him that way, the things I’d said to try and convince myself he really didn’t mean anything to me. I spread his legs and settled between them. “I said those things to hurt you, Ari. I wanted you to push me away. I’m sorry. If I could take them back, I would.”

Instead of being mad at me, he grinned and said, “Nah, you just liked the view better from back there. I’m okay.” His lips met mine for a soft kiss. “I know you were afraid, Az. It scared the shit out of me, too. We were supposed to be enemies, but there we were, consorting like frenemies.” His eyes lowered and then raised back up to meet my gaze. “I’ve been in love with you forever, Az. I’m not strong like you—I couldn’t fight it. Hell, I didn’t even try. Demons are greedy creatures.”

Hearing him say it…fuck, it was…well, there weren’t words—not in the human language. “I fought loving you like some humans try to fight admitting they are gay. I felt shame that shouldn’t have existed. I’d been raised to believe it was wrong, and we both know it isn’t.” I kissed him. “We both know it couldn’t be more perfect. We’re soulmates, Ari. I love you and will until my existence is no more. You’ll never have to doubt my feelings again.”

“Ditto, angel,” he teased, playfully ruining our serious moment. “Now fuck me into this mattress.

“Sorry, demon,” I countered. “I’m going to make love to you, instead—the way I should have from the very beginning.” Then I winked at him and added, “But you might want to get a firm grip on that headboard anyway, babe. Lovemaking can still be a rough ride.”

“I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

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Meanwhile, back in New Orleans…

Gabriel

Tucked away in bed with my beloved Marchand, I was enjoying a peaceful slumber, but it ended in a split second. My eyes flew open and I immediately searched the dark room for whatever threat had awoken me. Nothing. My heart pounded in my chest. When I looked down, I could see the erratic thumping against my chest wall. Sweat literally dripped off my body.

“What’s wrong, Poppet?” Marchand whispered. His hand reached up to caress my back, trying to soothe me. “I can smell your fear.” He looked around the room and added, “There’s no one here. We’re all safe.”

No…allof them weren’t. In that instant, I knew what had awakened me, what troubled me to the point of despair. Ariel was in danger and needed help. There was no reasonable explanation for why I knew this, but my witch sense never failed me. “Get dressed, Darkness. We need to be somewhere.”Where? I didn’t have a fucking clue. “I’ll be right back. I need to talk with Nic.” We were all still staying in Gabriel’s penthouse at the hotel, which currently made things much easier. Although Ariel had assured us Marchand was completely safe, we weren’t willing to take any chances. The fact that work was still being done on Nic and Beau’s new home had made the decision even easier.

I flung the bedroom door open to find Nic standing on the other side, his arm raised like he was about to knock on their door. His hair stood in every direction. Thibeau was at his side, touching his back the same way Marchand had tried to comfort me.

“Ariel’s in trouble,” Nic said. The thing was, my brother Nic didn’t like a lot of people and trusted no one but his family and his familiar, Taylor, who was currently on his honeymoon with his new husband—the gorgeous fairy who tried to kill my brother and Thibeau. But that was another story.

Anyway, Nic had good reason for the way he felt, but still, he’d made it clear how he felt about the demon before Ariel had disappeared. It looked like things had changed. “We’ve got to find him.”

“I feel it, too,” Gabriel answered. “It woke me up from a sound sleep.”

“Bring your gear to the living room, and we’ll try to scry for him again.” They’d already tried, time and time again, to locate Ariel or Azazel but with zero success. I suddenly felt frantic with fear.

I reached out and grabbed my brother’s arm. “Why, Nic? What’s our connection to Ariel?” I’d asked myself that same question a hundred times since Ariel and Azazel had left them, but there was never a logical explanation. The hints that had been tossed around about Ariel being of Gaudet heritage had been ridiculous and quickly tossed aside. I wasn’t so certain now.

“Not a clue, Gabe,” Nic answered, looking baffled. “Just get your gear. We’ve got to try again. Whatever has happened to him or wherever he is, he’s found a way to communicate with us. We’ve got to try and take advantage of it.”

We spent over an hour, using wax, mirrors, oil, fire, smoke, and crystals to try and locate Ariel. His distress had heightened, and we could feel it, but none of our magic worked. Nothing had been revealed to us.

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