Page 47 of Devil May Hunt
“Reality is different than words or an agreement on paper, isn’t it?” He grinned. “Prove to me you meant everything you said just now, and perhaps I’ll agree to go easy on you.”
There was no way out of this, and yet he hesitated.
He’d never slept with the alpha clear-headed. There’d always been a chemically induced lust spurring him on, helping to gloss over what he was doing, and who with. Giving him an excuse for how good it felt or how hard the alpha could make him come.
What would it be like without that security net?
He’d just talked a big game, but could he really handle this?
Was he ready to find out?
Brennon slid back a single step. “I have to get to class.”
“Losing your nerve already, pretty lover?” He curled his fingers. “Come. Don’t disappoint me now. You handled the negotiations so well. I’m proud of you.”
“I don’t need your praise.”
“Tell that to yourself when I’m balls deep and you’re begging me to call you my good boy.”
“I never—” Well, fuck him. He had, hadn’t he? Brennon covered his face and groaned. “Good Light.”
“There’s no need to be embarrassed. I found it sexy.”
He was torn. On the one hand, having sex with the alpha would help solidify their agreement, and it would help drive home what they really were. Gunho only wanted him to help sell this picture of a perfect mated couple, after all. He wanted him because they had sexual chemistry, and the second that chemistry wore off, he’d most likely realize this was a mistake. So long as Brennon could get in writing that the company would be passed to him, it wouldn’t matter.
Especially if he was really made the guy’s Royal Consort. There was no going back from that, even if Gunho woke up one morning bored with him.
On the other hand…
“Can we…” Brennon glanced away, hating how vulnerable he sounded, but unable to contain himself. “Can we wait? It’s just…I’m sort of…I mean…” Damn it. Why couldn’t he just say it?
No, he knew why. Because explaining this to Gunho made it seem like they were a real couple. The terms had been set—real relationships didn’t come with clear-cut terms. He’d just agreed to have sex with him whenever he wanted, but he already wanted to back out? And worse, he wanted the alpha to understand why andcareenough to keep it in his pants?
How contradictory of him. He was the one who didn’t want attachments. He wanted this to be an exchange, cold and calculated. Nothing more.
“Never mind.” He reached for the waistband of the sweatpants he was wearing.
“Stop.” Gunho walked around the counter but didn’t reach for him. “Finish your sentence, Brennon.”
“It’s nothing.”
“Tell me. Now.”
“My ass hurts, all right?” he grumbled, glaring when Gunho leaned in closer.
“What was that?”
“I said, you tore through my hole with your monster dick yesterday, and now I hurt all over,” he snapped loudly. “Happy?”
“You’re in pain?” Gunho rested his hands on his arms and pulled him in closer. “Why didn’t you say something sooner? I applied sun cream last night and thought that would be enough.”
“Well, it wasn’t.” It sort of was, since he’d fibbed a little. The rest of him felt fine, but his ass…He really didn’t think he could sleep with him again right now and not feel it.
The alpha hummed. “Come with me.”
“Where?”
“To the bathroom,” he said. “From here on out, I’ll earn your affection. Allow me to tend to my mate.”
