Page 39 of Dead Air
“He can’t satisfy you the way I can and he knows it.”
Niall rolled his eyes. “That’s not fair either. You cheated and you can turn yourself into any kind of man or sex toy I want.”
“Because it’s what you deserve!” Cenn whispered, swirling around Niall and thrilling at the way his mortal heart raced and most of the heat in his body dropped into his boxers. “I don’t think any man could satisfy you now. Youneeda demon for a job like that.”
“We made a deal: you don’t scare or hurt anyone for me,” Niall said, then let out a strangled yelp as he was pinned against the tree by his neck.
“Wemade no deal and we never will,” Cenn hissed as Niall’s arms were stretched above his head and his wrists were lashed to the tree. “I will be polite and I will pretend to be tame for you but do not forget what I am. When I make a deal, someone diesor something is destroyed and I have another soul to torment or twist into something wretched like me. When I play games, I break hearts and commit cybercrimes. I’m a demon, Niall. Never forget that.”
Cenn paused to see how badly he’d upset or scared Niall. He had been abrupt and severe but he had his limits and his triggers. Taunting a demon about any kind of deal was dangerous.
But Niall wasn’t scared. His chest heaved and he licked his lips nervously but he was turned on.
“Kiss me!” he whispered urgently.
“You can’t be serious,” Cenn growled as he appeared before Niall, snarling and smoking as their mouths mashed and their tongues tangled.
He didn’t change into his human body but swirled around Niall, ripping and unbuckling and unzipping. The sky darkened and the forest closed in around them as Cenn forced long, smoky fingers into Niall’s ass as his cock was sucked ruthlessly. Niall wanted to be taken roughly, and by all the gods, Cenn would make him howl and beg for mercy. Otherwise, he’d hand over his horde and denounce his demonic title.
Niall was spun and the toes of his boots came off the ground as Cenn thrust deep and quick. His nails dug into the trunk as Niall screamed around the smoke plunging in and out of his mouth but his muffled cries were formore. Cum pumped from his cock as his legs kicked but Cenn kept Niall stretched and straining between ecstasy and agony.
His legs shook and Niall’s screams were hoarse but Cenn didn’t relent until he heard his brave mortal shout “Banana splits!” around a mouthful of hot smoke. Niall collapsed in Cenn’s arms, utterly exhausted but a blissful smile on his face. He was carried back to the cabin and placed on his bed andCenn spent the rest of the evening preparing Niall’s dinner and contemplating the pressure rising outside the cabin.
The situation with Shelby would come to a head soon. He could gracefully accept that Niall was in love with another man and almost had. But Shelby couldn’t shake the feeling that Dr. Chance Curn was involved with the recent string of deaths and disappearances at the park and that Niall was in danger.
To make matters worse, reinforcements were on the way from Georgetown and MacIlwraith and Oglethorpe were coming with hishellhoundsof all fucking things. Cenn overheard the girls at the visitor’s center mention that an FBI agent named Grady Nelson andanotherprofessor from Georgetown were arriving in the morning with permission to take a party up to the summit. Two names on the list stood out to Cenn: Arawn Cadwallader and Bryn Cadwallader.
All demons knew those names and Cenn was a sitting duck. He couldn’t leave Niall to face them alone. There was no way of knowing how much they knew and what they’d tell Niall. They could trick Niall into leaving with them and they had places to hide him that were warded well enough to keep Cenn out.
MacIlwraith was bad enough on his own. He was young for a human and a demigod but Cenn had kept an eye on his progress because the unorthodox young professor had been formidable as a white witch, before he had defeated the Dagda and absorbedHispowers. Now, he was an uncanny and powerful blend of light and dark that Cenn didn’t want to contend with.
Yet.
At some point, Cenn was bound to cross paths with asun godand his two pethellhoundsbut he’d hoped he could stall until his time with Niall was up. What was one more mortal lifetime when they had an eternity to duke it out? Agent Nelson was a human as far as Cenn knew, and he suspected the other doctor in theirparty was as well. Surely the demigod and at least one of the hellhounds could appreciate why Cenn would want a rain check.
Would they be willing to accept a truce? Possibly, and Cenn could offer one if he hadn’t already made a deal with Dùbhghlas. Once again, Cenn suspected that he had played into the warlock’s hands and it wasn’t sitting well with his pride. He would get the last laugh and Hugh Dùbhghlas would spend his last moments in that body writhing in pain and begging for death.
“Holy…” Niall mumbled from the bed, a smile spreading across Cenn’s face as his sweet mortal groaned and gasped at his numerous aches and scrapes. “That was flickingincredible!” he declared with a drowsy giggle.
“I’ll get your bath ready,” Cenn said, setting his problems aside.
They might only have a handful of hours before all hell broke loose, but Cenn would make them count.
Seventeen
“Ithink you might be trying to kill me.” Niall twisted away and pushed against Cenn’s head when he tried to lick his nipple.
“Nonsense. You’re so sweet and you make the most adorable sounds when you come. It’s my favorite thing in the world.” He went to bite Niall’s ribs, then popped up and yanked the curtains closed. “Stay down and…cover your ears!” Cenn whispered and threw the quilt over Niall’s head.
“What the heck?” Niall laughed as he yanked it down and got onto his knees so he could open the curtains.
Cenn’s hands slid around Niall’s chest as the back of his neck was licked and his earlobe was nipped. “Come back and let me do the orifices thing.”
“Now?” It was an overcast day and rain was in the forecast but Cenn had been extra clingy all morning. Niall was about to say yes, then noticed movement and flashes of color in the trees. “Someone’s here,” he said as he rushed to put on a T-shirt and hopped into a pair of cargo pants, sans boxers. “They’re still a ways away but they’ll be here in a few minutes. You should wish yourself into a shirt and some pants,” Niall suggested but Cenn caught his hand, giving it a gentle tug.
“Don’t answer it. Let’s lay low until they give up and go away,” he urged but Niall made a dismissive sound, yanking it free.
“What if Shelby’s with them? They might need my help,” he said and quickly finished dressing. “Weird that we didn’t get a call first.”
