Chapter 12 #3
Cian growled and reached forward to grip my hair.
The toy popped free from my ass as he tugged me toward him, and my hole gaped around nothing.
I whimpered as he shoved my face against his inner thigh, where a long, thick dribble of cum remained.
My tongue was out before he could give the command, and I lapped it up like sustenance after a week of starvation.
I licked his jeans, the couch, and the last remnants leaking from his tip.
Cian shoved his leg between my thighs, forcing me to straddle his big boot. My cock rubbed along soft, worn denim as I gave one weak, mindless thrust.
His fingers remained in my hair as he tugged my head away from his crotch. “You wanna come?” His voice sounded different. Rougher. Like he’d smoked a pack of cigarettes in the last five minutes. “Hump my leg, little bitch. Just like that. You know what to do.”
In some far recess of my mind, I felt shame.
But that shame was overshadowed by want and desire and the utter rightness of this moment.
Of being nothing but Cian’s toy. Of knowing I had been good for him.
I pressed my face against his thigh and opened my mouth, sinking my teeth into the fabric and catching the muscle underneath.
Cian grunted, but he let me bite him as I straddled his boot and rutted against his shin until my balls drew up tight. My eyes rolled back in my head. My brain melted into goo. My muscles twitched and convulsed like I’d been electrocuted as my cock soaked his denim-clad leg with cum.
Once my balls were drained, I slumped against Cian’s leg, my hands hanging limply at my sides.
My head was full of cotton balls and the room had gone out of focus.
Cian loosened his grip on my hair, then lightly carded his fingers through the strands.
His other hand rubbed my shoulders and back with slow, gentle movements I never thought Cian was capable of.
I heard myself whisper, “thank you.” Those were the only words in my head as I closed my eyes and let my mind drift.
Cian
When I lifted Devlin into my arms, he was like a rag doll.
I pressed his naked body against my chest and carried him over to the dog bed, careful not to drop him.
Then I gently set him down. He rolled onto his side, hands grasping at the thin blanket before he managed to tug it over his lower half.
He settled on a long exhale, eyes closed, his chest already rising and falling in deep, even breaths.
I stood over him with an itch under my skin I couldn’t scratch. I’d wanted to rip away one of the devil’s layers. To wreck him. And I’d succeeded—but not without losing one of my own.
I knelt at his side and lifted the corner of the blanket. He shifted but remained asleep as I carefully exposed his hole. He was a little puffy and pink, but the skin didn’t look irritated. I let out a breath and replaced the blanket. I didn’t want to damage him. I took care of my things.
He’d looked so beautiful taking that toy, his freckled skin flushed a pretty pink and his green eyes glittering like jewels. His cock had wept like a faucet for me, and when he’d come against my leg…
He’d been perfect. Absolutely fucking perfect.
I’d never pushed anyone the way I did Devlin.
I’d never wanted to. But he made me crazed.
Being around him, getting hard because of him, sent me into some other dimension where I became the most base, bestial, possessive version of myself.
I ached to tear off that blanket, haul him into my bed, and plunge my cock so deep inside his body he felt me in his ribs.
With a soft groan, I scrubbed my hands over my face and turned away.
For a moment, I’d thought Devlin still wanted this Conrad fucker, and I’d been ready to snap his neck. Both of their necks. I still needed more information about what had happened because I sensed there was more, but I believed Devlin for now. He couldn’t fake his reactions to me.
And that was the head trip of it all. If Devlin didn’t want me like he did, if he didn’t react at all, maybe I could’ve held on to my sanity. But that little shit was just as unhinged as I was.
I forced myself to clean up, and when I emerged from the bathroom in just my boxer briefs, Devlin was still exactly where I’d left him.
Fast asleep. I drank some water, then collapsed onto my bed on top of the sheets.
Devlin’s breathing was loud in the quiet apartment, and I counted his breaths, trying not to think about anything sexual.
Like how he’d lapped up my cum like an eager puppy.
Or how pretty his little whimpers had sounded as he fucked himself against my leg…
I must have dozed off, because I suddenly jerked awake to a voice. Low at first, mixed with soft cries. I sat upright, reaching for my gun in my nightstand before remembering that I’d given it to Rhys. But a quick glance at Devlin told me I didn’t need it.
He was writhing on the dog bed, the blanket twisted around his naked thighs. He bucked and jerked against it, fingers curled into claws as he shoved at it. Most of his words blended together, but a few broken pleas still reached me.
“Stop…”
“I’ll be good…”
“Please…”
“It hurts…”
Sweat slicked the hair at his temples, and his pretty features were contorted in pain. Apparently, the devil had nightmares too. Just like the rest of us.
I swung my legs over the edge of my bed and pulled him into my arms. Shaking him, I snapped, “Wake up.”
He jerked awake with a panicked gasp, flailing in my lap.
His legs landed on either side of my hips as he straddled me, and his hands clutched desperately at my shoulders.
I stared into his wild eyes as the nightmare slowly released him.
He blinked quickly, then slumped as the tension bled from his muscles.
“Fuck,” he murmured as he ran a hand down his face. He looked so vulnerable, so human. My stupid heart that remembered frogs gave a lurch.
Devlin exhaled heavily and pushed at my chest, trying to climb off my lap, but I held him in place. He avoided my eyes. “You can let me go. I’m fine now.”
The itch under my skin had vanished the moment I’d held him against me. So I finally did what I’d wanted to do—what I should’ve done instead of putting him in that fucking dog bed. I settled on my side and pulled him down with me, his back to my front.
As I tugged the blanket over us, his body remained tense against me. I wrapped an arm around his chest, resting my hand below his throat as I murmured, “Relax. Sleep.”
His breathing stuttered. “Why are you doing this?”
“So you don’t have another nightmare.” He shifted his legs, and I pressed a thigh against the back of them. “Settle.”
I swore I could hear his teeth grind. “Did I wake you up?”
“Yes. You were loud.” I rubbed my nose in his hair. He smelled like me.
“Well, I’m so sorry.” His sarcasm was noted.
I slid my hand higher until I could grip his chin, then turned his head to the side so our eyes met.
“I don’t care that you woke me. I care because you sounded like you were in pain. And no one gets to hurt you but me. Not even in your nightmares.”
Devlin went very still. I could feel his heart pounding against my forearm as his eyes shifted between mine. I let go of his chin and settled back against him, breathing into his hair. “Now sleep.”
For a long moment, he remained stiff and still. And then slowly, muscle by muscle, he relaxed against me. The last thing I felt before sleep claimed me was a ghosting touch along the back of my hand at his throat.