Chapter Twenty-Three
Scott
His demon didn’t hesitate, ramming at doors like they were twigs to get to where he could scent George. He heard Dakata and Merihem charging behind him, only they were way too incensed to consider waiting. The pheromones were doing a number on them. The fury was like nothing Scott had experienced—or allowed himself to release. Years of abuse from his family, fueled by his impotence to do anything to fight back, merged into a fire that lit his damn soul.
Through the locked door, naked, his hard cock bobbing madly in time to his pulse, his gaze swept the room, searching for their enemy. Their honey bear was there roaring his displeasure at the other suited man wearing black gloves. They matched in height and stature.
Despite the similarities to George, the other man’s eyes held none of the warmth. “What did you do to my honey bear,” his demon demanded in a tone that would slice off a person’s balls.
“Who the fuck are you,” the suited man fired back with fury.
The demon stepped around a roaring George and gripped the man by the throat, squeezing hard enough to make his eyes bulge from the sockets, he lifted him clear off the ground. He brought him closer, holding his hateful gaze. “Who am I?” he snarled. “I’m your worst fucking nightmare.” He reached for the hand that balled to punch him, took hold of the wrist, and snapped it back.
“Arrrrgggggghhhhh,” he scream—gurgled, spit sliding out his mouth as it gaped open when they squeezed harder.
They laughed in his face when the unbroken hand came up, scratching at the fist on his throat.
“Did you touch my blissful one?” he asked so quietly, yet the threat in the words was unmistakable. “Did you?”
When the man spat at him, his eyes shifting, his bear there ready to emerge, they lifted him higher and shook him violently, then threw him onto the table bolted to the ground. Quick as a flash, they flipped him onto his front, leaped up, and jumped on the center of his back. The weight effectively pinned the fucker to the table like they must have done to their blissful one. They grabbed a dangling strap and wrapped it around his neck, pulling back until he arched backward, choking and screaming.
Nothing satisfied them, when they didn’t know who had dared to touch their bear. They got close to his ear. “Did you touch my blissful one? Get some of his spunk?”
A hand touched his arm, and his head fired around, ready to snarl, only to meet George’s beautiful eyes. “Honey bear,” he cried in relief, his hands relaxing.
“I’m here, my love. He got nothing from me. Nothing,” he spat at the man they held fast. The hand pressed a little firmer, helping ground them when there was the connection they had lost.
“I’ll… get… what I want in the end,” howled the man beneath them. “It’s my fucking DN… arggghhhh,” he gargled as they tightened the strap, twisting so hard blood seeped past the leather.
Scott couldn’t remember a time he wanted to kill another person as much as he did then. He, though more an observer in this, wanted exactly what his demon wanted. Blood. Death, to be inflicted painfully for daring to hurt George. “You will get fuck all,” they roared, incensed once more. “He is my blissful one. My mate. You took him from me. You dared to lay hands on him when the universe has deemed him mine for eternity.”
Merihem moved to the table. Blood remained on his chest, and his expression was that of evil incarnate, causing them a moment of wonder. Was this how Merihem looked when he went to dole out death? “I’ll deal with him.”
The gargling sounds coming from the man made no sense as he attempted to twist and wriggle away. The sound of shoes thudding down the hallway made them look up in time to see a man running past the doorway. “Dakata, stop him.”
Dakata was already moving, and within a minute, had returned, gripping the other man by the back of his neck. “Now, where do you think you’re going?” he growled fiendishly.
The guy immediately blubbered like a baby. “I didn’t touch him.”
“Who the fuck strapped me to the table?” George growled.
The upset was enough to get them to jump off the table in a fluid move, knowing Merihem would take over. They lifted George clear off the ground, hugging him tightly. Naked skin touching naked skin made them shudder and George groaned in that sexy way he did when he was getting ready to cum.
Scott grew conflicted by the arousal and the audience, his demon had no such issue. He was not stopping. The feel of George’s pre-cum rubbing up their belly as he wrapped his legs around their hips and rutted against them, increasing the smell of arousal. It enticed them into madness.
“Scott, be sensible, you don’t want any of George’s cum left in here.”
Dakata’s words sank past the lust, and Scott didn’t give his demon a chance to protest and translocated them back to George’s home. Scott didn’t think about why he felt this was better for both of them when there was another priority. Reaffirming their connection.
His demon didn’t relinquish his form. A need Scott could not deny him when George’s hot mouth moved down their throat, kissing and nibbling, leaving a trail of delicious sensations that made them throb with untold need.
The two sides warred. Scott wanted to treasure George, yet with each inhale, his scent clouded Scott’s demon’s reasoning and made it harder to consider taking it slow.
“Don’t want slow,” George murmured hotly against his flesh, as if he had plucked the thought from their head. His teeth sank into their mating mark, sucking deep.
Their cock jerked against George's, cum painting his cock, marking him, covering the other chemical scents marring his skin. “That’s it, come all over me,” he rasped, releasing his bite to lick and murmur, “I’m yours, only yours. No one can have any part of me, because it belongs to you.”
The words were heady after the emotional rollercoaster they had ridden. “Mine,” his demon growled. “Forever.”
“Forever,” George replied, his mouth claiming theirs in a blistering kiss that easily brought back the ache of arousal.
Needing something more, his demon hiked George a little higher, holding him one-handed and with a thought, he conjured a bottle of lube.
What are you doing?
What does it look like? His demon’s reply came with a dose of ‘are you stupid’.
We don’t—
You don’t. I do. I want this, and so does our bear.
I’m not sure.
I am.
As if to prove his point, they pushed George up against the first flat surface, a door, and his demon, with another thought, de-clawed his fingers and had lube on them.
George growled and moaned at once at the first touch to the crease of his ass when the insistent finger slid between his parted cheeks. The kiss became wild, and Scott had no other choice but to let go and sink into the madness that followed.
George made noises, none of which suggested they should stop. His demon twirled the tip of his lube finger over George’s hole in teasing, gentle strokes, warming the sensitive flesh until George was rocking into each touch, encouraging them to continue.
When he pushed the tip of his finger into the clenching channel, they nearly came imaging how tight it would feel around their cock.
His mouth was released, and Scott expected George to draw things to a halt, convinced his blissful one would not be interested in what his demon side wanted. Their gazes locked and there was hunger. One that suggested that stopping right then was not up for discussion.
The tension built between them as the sound of their ragged breathing filled the quiet. “I want you,” George exclaimed. “I want all of you. Will you give it to me?”
Scott understood George was speaking to him in that moment. “We will. He understands now you are all that is important to us. Nothing else matters.”
Amusement lit George’s eyes. “Never thought I’d be grateful to dear old dad for anything.” His mouth landed back on theirs, and any thoughts on the subject fled.
Somewhere along the way, they found their way to the bed, and George rode three fat fingers, begging for more in such a way that they struggled not to come from the luscious sight he made beneath them.
The bed creaked ominously as George rolled them so fast, they landed on their back with him above, straddling them. His eyes gleamed with a dark passion that left them breathless and yearning for him to take charge.
When he reached back and took hold of their cock, they groaned in approval. He sank down, inch by delightful inch. His body glistened with sweat as they rode the intense pleasure, sharing it through their bond. It was there, glowing between them, in them, making the universe become just about them. Every muscle in their bodies slowly filled with a pleasure like no other. It made everything else inconsequential. There was just this. Just them.
They gasped together, opening their souls. The beauty of sensuality came with each roll of George’s hips as he rocked, keeping their cock deep inside him, like he couldn’t bear to let go. Heat, unimaginable, searing hotness, traveled from their cock to their balls and up the spine to zap at any and all of Scott’s brain cells, working to derail each and every one, rendering them useless.
George topped from the bottom, giving him a sexy fucking grin that melted his heart and made his cock so hard it felt like it might burst when his large hands landed on their chest. “Ready for the ride of your life?” his bear growled, pinning him to the bed.
“Yes,” he moaned breathlessly. “Yes, fuck yes.”