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“Hmm. I did like it when you were being all strong and masterful—all with a smile on your face.” Dougal suddenly found his chest flat against his mate’s. “I liked that a lot.”

Chapter Twelve

Asmodeus

It was the truth and with everything that Dougal had said, there was much going on in Asmodeus’s mind over what his blissful one had laid out as to the reasons things were the way they were in the demon realm. He would need to think on it more, just not now with Dougal smelling like his forest and he was sure to taste of his favored cider. “Now, how about you show me just how strong you are?”

Dougal’s bushy brows rose, and a light of intrigue appeared. “And how would I do that?”

Asmodeus’s demon side got more than a little giddy at the prospect of finding out exactly what their troll was capable of. They had often, alone, thought about what it would be like to be taken—chased—by their blissful one in all his glory.

His demon got impatient and emerged, his clothes disappeared right along with Dougal’s. The couch groaned under them at the additional weight of his demon. He pressed more of his weight against Dougal, enjoying that, for the moment, he was bigger than the man beneath him. Hopefully, though, not for much longer.

He nuzzled down the side of Dougal’s bristly jaw, nipping at the tender part of his throat below his ear where his pulse beat so fast it was visible. Asmodeus murmured throatily, “Let your troll out to play.”

The sharp exhale came with the cock pressed against his thigh thickening, so Asmodeus waited, trailing his lips to the corner of Dougal’s mouth to nip at his lower lip, watching Dougal’s hooded gaze, the desire a beacon that called to him.

“My troll—”

“Wants to play with us.” His clawed hand ran carefully up the shuddering chest, stopping to tease the hard-budded nipple. All Asmodeus felt was excitement coming from Dougal, so he pushed, knowing that his blissful one wanted this as much as he did. “Wants to chase me like I did to you that very first night in the forest.” He licked at the plump lower lip and bit hard enough to draw blood, then lapped at the swell of blood, groaning at how the small taste electrified his cells. “Please,” he begged unashamedly, his desire for this driven by both sides. His human half was more than a little intrigued to see their troll emerge, only this time, he wanted the time to admire—to touch—what belonged to them.

“Is this what you really want?” A myriad of emotions crossed Dougal’s handsome face.

“Yes.” Asmodeus rose and gave Dougal a sexy come-hither look that he would deny to his dying day that he was capable of, and strode to the door. There he looked over his shoulder. “Let’s see who wins tonight.”

With a thought, he disappeared, hearing, “That won’t help you, this is my forest.”

Grinning, he whispered into the air, “Let’s find out.” He stayed close enough to see Dougal emerge from his home and look around.

Asmodeus had learned ways to see in the forest since their first encounter. The darkness was more encompassing with the forest more established and the trees creating a canopy overhead that no longer hindered him. He circled around, getting closer to Dougal, careful where he tread.

His heartbeat increased, and his breath caught in his throat when his troll emerged in all his glory. Towering well above Asmodeus, wide, powerful shoulders rolled as Dougal stood motionless, his head tilted back, and Asmodeus stared in wonder at the troll who suddenly blended with his surroundings. The eyes were all he could see in the darkness, then nothing.

Asmodeus blinked rapidly, searching the darkness.Where has he gone?

Isn’t this exciting? I want to play, too.

It was, but his human half would never evade their troll.You got to play the very first time. It’s my turn.

All right, but don’t shove me aside when we get to the fun stuff.

“You’re making this too easy,” a deep, grumbly voice murmured from behind him, making him start in the darkness.

Desire, hot and potent, ran through his veins as his demon translocated to the other side of the house, chuckling at the curse that followed. “I’m not that easy.”

“Yes, you are,” called the troll.

More chuckles followed as he went deeper into the forest, each time he stopped his blissful one was right behind him. As big as Dougal was in his troll form, he moved as silently as the night air.

Breathless with excitement, Asmodeus lost track of time. The sense of freedom he felt was exhilarating, and despite how hard he was, he didn’t want the chase to end. Dougal’s troll’s laughter was as heady as a hit from Dougal’s flask could be to the uninitiated. Each time he got close, it rumbled out, taunting him.

“You are a tease,” he murmured, knowing his troll would hear him.

A moment later, large, thick fingers came from behind him and stroked his throat, before tightening in a show of possession. The move had Asmodeus plastered back against an enormous chest, which showed how little effort Dougal had expelled when it moved slow and steadily. Unlike Asmodeus’s, which moved as fast as hummingbird's wings.

A groan of desire came at the feel of the huge shaft pressing between his ass. His whole body quivered with longing as hot breath wafted over his ear. “A tease, am I? This is foreplay, is it not?” Fleshy lips brushed against his pounding pulse. “Are you finished letting me chase you through the shadows?” The mouth moved down his throat, the teeth grazing the skin, lighting tiny fires.

Asmodeus whimpered when the hips behind him rolled, causing the hard shaft to slide enticingly between his ass cheeks. The hand at his throat squeezed hard enough for him to feel it, but not enough to cut off the air supply. Power radiated off their troll. Pure strength, the kind that could crush Asmodeus if Dougal chose to. As the understanding settled inside him, it left an intoxicating feeling in its wake. Asmodeus couldn’t quite catch his breath, surrounded by such power. To know that his blissful one was stronger than him, left his cock bobbing in time to his bounding heart.

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