Chapter 14 #3
Being told he was going to die certainly hadn’t helped his mood much either.
He had never thought much of his own death before, but now it was stuck in the forefront of his mind.
He’d already come close several times thanks to the monstrous world he had discovered, and having to face his own very squishy mortality had left him unsettled.
He couldn’t die.
No, not this soon.
Not when, for the first time, it actually felt like he had a future to look forward to. He had a literal angel and an adorable little cat girl, and while yes, the whole monsters and almost dying stuff wasn’t so great, he honestly hadn’t been this happy in ages.
Wow, it was sort of having a—
He flinched when Sariel touched his arm.
“Seymour?” Sariel frowned.
“Oh. Hey.” Seymour forced a smile.
Sariel tilted his head. “Where did you go?”
“What do you mean? I’m right here.”
“You seemed to be thinking very hard.”
“Oh, well. I guess. Not that hard.”
“You did not even notice Day leaving.”
“What?” Seymour sat up straight. “Where is she?”
“She is all right,” Sariel soothed. “Marcus came by to explain that there was a delay in our order. Some trouble in the kitchen, I believe. Day expressed a desire to explore.”
Seymour looked around worriedly. “Is that fuckin’ safe?”
“She is an invisible undead cat demon who can swallow monsters several times her size in a single bite. I do believe she is going to be fine.”
“Well, all right.” Seymour slurped his drink, finding it almost empty. He looked for Marcus and found him on the opposite side of the room, gazing up at the singer on stage like a lovesick puppy.
Ha, that was funny.
Because he was a werewolf.
Anyway.
“Are you really all right?” Sariel brushed his hand over Seymour’s, sliding into Day’s seat to be closer.
“Yeah. No? I don’t know.” Seymour sighed heavily. “Just thinkin’ ’bout my dad and all this monster stuff. The music sheets, the murder, all of it.”
“Aries are not known for deep thinking,” Sariel mused. “Perhaps you were born on a cusp.”
“What?” Seymour laughed suddenly. “Does that mean I’m supposed to be stupid?”
“No!” Sariel gasped, turning bright red. “Because your sign is known to be impulsive! You act in the moment and consider the consequences later. Perhaps there will be reflection, but—”
Seymour kissed him.
Hard.
There were audible gasps, and someone let out an excited squeal.
Sariel flailed but then relaxed, grabbing the back of Seymour’s head as his tongue dove into his mouth. The kiss was deep, hot, burning with fiery passion in an instant, and the whoosh of Sariel’s wings flapping was a welcome reprieve from the sudden heat.
Seymour was out of breath almost at once, and he pulled back with a soft grunt. “How’s that for impulsive?”
“An extraordinary example.” Sariel smiled. “And a very pleasing one at that.”
“Thank you much.” Seymour grinned back. “Upon reflection, I’m now thinkin’ I’m gonna need another one.”
Sariel laughed and leaned in to kiss Seymour again. It was sweeter this time, but still passionate and thrilling as ever.
The ripple of Sariel’s skin beneath Seymour’s fingers made him shiver, and he was suddenly hungry for something other than dinner. Maybe it was because he wanted to distract himself from the whirlwind brewing inside his brain and the lingering ache in his heart.
Or maybe it was the mere thought of Sariel’s cock pressing inside him that got his dick harder than pulling on jeans right after a shower.
Yeah, that.
“So.” Seymour clicked his tongue. “How long exactly did Marcus say our food was gonna be late?”
“At least twenty to thirty minutes,” Sariel replied. “Marcus said there was a small fire.”
“So, we got some time to kill. Any ideas?”
“I imagine we would wait here patiently for the food to arrive?”
“Yeah, that’s one option.” Seymour very purposely glanced over Sariel and licked his lips. “But I got a better idea.”
“Which is?”
“Quickie in the bathroom. Me, you, right now.”
“We are supposed to be on the lookout for any suspicious mostri ribelli activity that may aid us in our quest to retrieve the brain of Talos.”
“Which we can look for in the bathroom.” Seymour squeezed Sariel’s thigh.
“Why would they be in the bathroom?”
“Even monsters gotta piss, right? Wait, no, don’t answer that.”
“You really want to engage in sexual relations right now?”
“Yeah. I want your dick and my ass to relate right now.”
Sariel pursed his lips. “Well…”
“Come on, Daddy. Every single one of these places has been a total bust, and now I want to bust, if you catch my drift.”
“I believe I do.”
“So? Don’t make me beg.”
Sariel’s gaze turned heated, and he grabbed Seymour’s chin. “You will, should I desire it.”
Seymour inhaled sharply. “Yes, Daddy. Whatever you fuckin’ want.”
“Go into the men’s room. Enter the last stall. Pull your pants down, make yourself ready, and kiss the wall. I am going to take you fast, I am going to make you mine, and you must remain as silent as possible no matter how hard I fuck you.”
“Christ, yes.” Seymour shuddered.
“Do you understand me?”
“Yes, Daddy. I sure fuckin’ do.”