Page 28 of King's Obsession

He wasn’t wrong. Five hours later, more annoyed than Asmodeus had been before the fight at having to converse with so many demons, his throat was hoarse. “Next time I have a bright idea about hosting a ball,” he tugged off his jacket and threw it toward the chair in the corner of Dougal’s bedroom, “remind me of tonight.”

“Whatever you say.” Dougal didn’t hide his amusement as he, too, stripped off, his body bearing the signs of the fight.

Asmodeus tore off his clothes in a temper, his eyes narrowing on the blood marring Dougal’s body. He stomped over to his blissful one who was doing a good job of ignoring him as he continued to undress slowly. Although Dougal’s squeal went a long way to restoring Asmodeus’s good humor. Lifting Dougal off the ground when his blissful one wasn’t paying attention, didn’t happen very often, but when it did Asmodeus grinned.

His big hands clutched at Asmodeus’s shoulders, his pupils dilating. “Now what’s this about?”

“It’s about the kiss I wanted earlier.”

Dougal’s head tilted, his gaze searching. “Is it?”

“You have blood on your body. I need to get it off you.” He kissed Dougal hard on the mouth. “This is our safe place. I don’t want any part of them touching it, no matter how small.”

Dougal trailed a hand under his hair, brushing it aside to clasp his fingers around the back of his neck and held him. The other he placed on Asmodeus’s cheek giving him a loving look. “They will never touch this space. You protected it for Wanda, but you protected it for us, too.For me.”

In his human form, he felt his cheeks heat, unable to avoid hiding his embarrassment at being caught out. “You figured that out, did you?”

“Silly demon. This territory is mine. I knew the second you touched it with magic. A magic that called to me. Spoke about the claim you could not.” His breath touched Asmodeus’s lips a second before his lips brushed softly over his. “Of the love we share.”

He moaned into Dougal’s mouth as their lips joined in a heated kiss. He clung to his blissful one, understanding love could heal. The hunger grew, and they crashed into a wall, any idea of having a shower got lost in the desperation to reaffirm the bond they held. Asmodeus, with what little brain power he had left when his desire took the rest, used his magic to clean them.

There was crashing and banging, lewd sounds of skin slapping together along with loud cries and moans, before Asmodeus lay on the hard floor, his ass aching, his belly covered in cum unable to catch his breath.

Dougal sprawled next to him, panting as hard as Asmodeus. He glanced sideways, a smile forming at the disheveled sight. “I wore you out,” he wheezed in delight.

Dougal’s head slowly turned in his direction, one bushy brow arched up. His hair was stuck to his forehead and his skin was flushed and dewy with sweat. He looked magnificent. “Is that so?”

A gleam appeared as Dougal’s eyes roamed down his body to where his spent cock twitched at the wicked smile that appeared.

“Yes,” he rasped, already bracing.

In a fluid move, Dougal pinned him to the floor, his legs holding Asmodeus’s wide, his mouth an inch from Asmodeus’s. Skin alive with heat and power, Dougal slid against him and rolled his hips. The thickening cock pushed under his balls, rubbing at his taint, causing a groan to escape. “Shall I prove just how wrong you are, my love?”

Was he panting? It sure as hell felt like it as he moaned loudly at the cock pushing against his already well-used hole, the muscle giving way easily. “Yes,” he begged, “Yes!”

Asmodeus clutched at his stomach, rolling out of bed, his feet barely hitting the floor before he was running to the bathroom. He didn’t make it before the contents of his guts sprayed the bathroom, not missing a surface as he skidded to a halt, trying to stop what was happening.

Nothing worked as his body purged whatever nasty he’d eaten that had upset him. He heaved, choked, and coughed loudly. It was humbling that his magic couldn’t prevent what was happening no matter how hard he tried to focus. Sweat gathered around his hairline as he scooped up his hair in one hand to stop it from getting covered in the vile mess pouring from him.

A large, warm hand stroked his back. “Go with it. Stop fighting and let your body do what it needs to,” Dougal encouraged over the sounds he was making.

He couldn’t argue, letting his body do what it needed to do was the last thing he wanted to do, as he kept spraying the toilet and not always hitting the spot as he rocked at each violent cough trying to stop the awful retching.

A damp cloth pressed to the back of his neck while Dougal took hold of his hair, lifting it away and back from his body. “Listen to me, love. You need to relax into it.”

How the fuck are we supposed to do that?His demon became mightily pissed at the show of weakness.

Don’t ask me.

More coughing, more retching, and Asmodeus sank to his knees, feeling weak and more than a little disconcerted. Had someone poisoned the food at the ball?

No, that couldn’t be, or Dougal would be sick, too. That allowed some of the cramping in his stomach to ease, but not enough to stop completely.

“That’s it, relax. It’ll pass in a moment.”

The sentiment was well meant, Asmodeus became convinced of that, just he couldn’t think about that when he was the one on his knees being sick like a dog.

The scent of his own vomit burning in his nose and the taste in his mouth was awful by the time he felt able to sit back on his heels, shaky and more than a little disgusted by the mess of him and the bathroom.

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