Chapter Twenty-Four
George
Never in his life would he have thought he’d have a cock up his ass, except right now, it was all he wanted. The pale blue demon was stunning, and a temptation George had never considered. With whatever potion his father had gotten the dickweed to make and spray on him, he had needs that left him here, sitting on his demon’s cock and fucking loving it.
If he was going to have a meltdown about that, it sure as hell wasn’t now when this mate was moaning “yes” in that sassy, demanding voice that was part Scott, part demon. Something else that was irresistible.
The pole in his ass lit fires that trailed a blaze from the soles of his feet to the end of every strand of hair on his head as he rocked his hips. He ground down when Scott hit a spot that made him leak all over the pale blue skin, making it glisten in the overhead lights that had gotten flicked on when they had bounced off the switch coming through the door.
On and on, he rocked and moaned in time with Scott. It was as if he was being taken apart and being put back together. Only this time, the pieces fit perfectly with Scott’s. “That’s it. Show me how much you want me.”
He shivered and moaned. “I do, my honey bear. I want you to come all over me.”
George’s cock hurt with the need to come, yet he wanted his demon to come first. He needed it more than food, air, and water. Combined. He squeezed and rocked. “Then come for me. Fill me until all I smell of is you.”
The light caught the delicate blue of their demon’s neck as he arched, his hands clasping George’s hip bones hard enough to mark, whimpering, “Fuck, yes.”
His face was an exquisite mask of pain and pleasure, one George could not look away from. His own arousal pulsed as the one in his ass expanded further before warmth spread deep inside him.
“I’m comingggg,” his demon howled.
George’s cock erupted hard, a volcano couldn’t have spurted with more intensity. Cum sprayed pale blue skin, the headboard of the bed, and the wall behind it as George’s balls throbbed and gave up a gallon of cum. Minutes passed as he decorated his demon, who made an erotic picture, rubbing cum into his skin with one hand while gathering and licking cum off the other. “So yummy,” he groaned around the fingers in his mouth.
A sexy ass move that ensured George kept on coming until he collapsed, exhausted long minutes later. He lay there on top of his mate, who clasped him tightly to his body, appearing unwilling to let go, which was fine with George, despite feeling a little uncomfortable with the remaining semi-hard cock in his ass.
Listening to the heart slow beneath his ear, George drifted on the spent euphoria of the most epic orgasm of his life. His eyes shutting, he snuggled in.
Okay.
Well.
That happened. George had woken in his own bed, which was fabulous, curled around Scott, who’d shifted back to his human form sometime in the night. There wasn’t any stickiness anywhere, so Scott’s demon must’ve cleaned them at some point, which was sweet, but the air still held the lingering traces of their climaxes.
This is home… the way my home was meant to be. My mate in my arms, my bed smelling of our delicious, combined scents. George closed his eyes and just savored the moment.
Would I be the asshole if I hoped Scott sleeps for the next two or three days just so we can enjoy this?
George’s eyes didn’t stay closed for long. Scott, when he wasn’t tensed up, when he wasn’t anxious, when he was just sprawled across George’s sheets without a care in the world, was the most beautiful sight in existence. George defied anyone to tell him otherwise.
Musing about how he wished Scott would trust him enough to let go of his tight controls at times, it was only natural for his brain to wander over the events of the past day—two days—George had no idea. In captivity and away from Scott, it was easy to imagine every minute was a lifetime, and it wasn’t as though George had a watch or a phone handy. Shit. They’re going to have to be replaced… assholes.
In a weird, backhanded way, George was relieved his father had finally made his move. After having spent most of his life always looking over his shoulder, being so careful about who had his information and why, changing his whole identity, and living as far under the radar as he could… I should’ve known good old Cuthbert would find me, eventually.
Not that it had done Cuthbert any good. George had no doubt Merihem and Dakata would take care of him, making sure no one would find the remains. He wouldn’t be surprised if he read in the news about a giant fire somewhere remote, either. At the end of the day, it didn’t matter. Cuthbert had played his last hand and lost.
George’s heart rate increased as he thought about how close he’d come to being violated. Cuthbert’s hand hovering so close to his dick. Scott stirred and murmured something, and George held his breath, trying to control his emotions.
It’s over.
It’s over.
It’s over! His bear had come through. Scott had smashed his way into the lab and brought friends. Cuthbert was never going to bother him again. Everything is going to be all right.
I hope.
Smiling ruefully in the dim light, George shook his head. When he and his mate were naked together, they fit with each other effortlessly. George would never know if it was his father’s potion that spurred him into giving up his ass for his demon, or if it was something else. Some deep, hidden desire he had and just hadn’t acted on before, perhaps. It didn’t matter. It was done. George wasn’t sure if he’d do it again, but he wasn’t going to have a conniption about it. He’d been willing, it was fun… But sooner or later, Scott is going to pull on a suit again and…
They were going to have to talk. George knew it. Scott probably did, too. After all, his mate was an intelligent man. Casting his eyes around the room, George inhaled sharply before letting it out slowly. I’m not in danger anymore, which had been Scott’s excuse for wanting to stay at his sterile penthouse. Now, all George had to do was get his mate to stop working for five minutes so they could sit down and have a solid heart-to-heart. And if that talk included Scott recognizing George’s house as a possible home…
Don’t go getting ahead of yourself. George didn’t know what had happened to his brand-new taxi. Was it stuck in that non-existent road where he’d been taken, or had the guy who took him used it to get them to wherever his father’s lab had been? Was driving a cab even a good idea when all he wanted was to be with Scott while the man was working? Questions, questions, questions.
Enjoy the moment, his bear suggested, and that was good advice. Tucking Scott under his arm, George closed his eyes and let sleep take him.