Chapter 15
Nicolas
Ashmedai guided Nicolas’s fingers to his seam, and the silken heat of his insides stole the breath from Nicolas’s lungs. Slick fluid dripped down his fingers, and the head of Ashmedai’s textured cock pressed against his palm.
“It doesn’t hurt you to keep your cock inside like this while you’re aroused?”
Ashmedai was fairly panting against his mouth, but he shook his head. “Feels good. Torture, but good.”
Nicolas chuckled. He wondered if it would feel like wearing something like a cock cage, hindering his ability to fully get hard. Maybe he should try it sometime.
He was torn from his musings when Ashmedai guided his fingers to a fleshy mound hidden deep inside him, just beyond the base of his length.
“This,” Ashmedai said breathlessly. “This spot.” He shuddered. “Feels very good.”
He was knuckle-deep inside Ashmedai now, barely able to touch it with his fingers, but his cock…
He gently removed his fingers, now dripping with Ashmedai’s fluid, and wrapped them around himself, slicking his length.
He angled it up as Ashmedai shifted and sank down, pressing the head of his cock against his seam, below where the dark head of Ashmedai’s arousal was peeking out.
“Oh,” he breathed, his body tingling.
He wasn’t sure he would fit, but then the head of his cock squeezed past the seam, surrounding him in tight, slick heat and sinking deeper.
The ridges of Ashmedai’s length rubbed along the top of his own.
His toes curled, and his spine arched. Ashmedai’s hands pressed flat against his chest for purchase as he sank down, his weight pinning Nicolas until his cock was completely sheathed inside along the underside of Ashmedai’s own.
Neither of them moved at first. Nicolas’s breath fell fast and hard, and his hands found Ashmedai’s thighs. His body was smooth and hairless, the skin lightly textured and pulled taut over lean muscle.
“You feel so amazing,” he gasped out. “Are you okay? Does it feel okay?”
Ashmedai chuffed out a breathy sound. “Yes. Very okay.” He laid one hand on the bed beside Nicolas’s head and loomed over him, his glowing eyes the only points of real light in the room. The television in the living room provided just enough faint light for him to see Ashmedai’s silhouette.
“Want you so much,” Ashmedai rumbled darkly. “Nothing is enough. Want to sink my claws and teeth in. Leave my mark on your bones. Want to hear you scream my name. Want so many things.”
Nicolas trembled, but not with fear. Despite the threat in the words themselves, Ashmedai would never hurt him.
He knew that as surely as he drew breath.
He understood what Ashmedai wanted, because he wanted it, too.
He wanted to own every part of Ashmedai and wanted to give up every cell of his body for Ashmedai to own in return.
Ashmedai’s hips rose. His cock dragged halfway out of his seam as Nicolas’s did, and when he plunged back down, both disappeared back inside him.
Nicolas moaned, his hands flying to Ashmedai’s hips as he found a mercilessly steady rhythm.
Their cocks moved together in and out, fluid dripping from their lengths to soak Nicolas’s pubic hair and drip down the crease of his thighs and hips.
It was filthy—and the hottest thing he’d ever experienced.
Primal sounds and the wet slap of skin filled the air.
Nicolas’s cries barely sounded human to his own ears, and Ashmedai’s rattling growl gave him an excited thrill, like his lizard brain still recognized it as a threat even though he knew he was safe.
He fucked up into the tight grip of Ashmedai’s body, meeting his thrusts despite Ashmedai’s weight pinning him down.
His hands scrabbled against Ashmedai’s back as his climax neared, shooting sparks through his body.
He felt a shudder ripple down Ashmedai’s spine, and fresh, hot fluid gushed over their lengths as Ashmedai came around him.
His ridged cock pulsed, and his already tight hole cinched almost painfully around him, milking his own orgasm from him.
He threw his head back as he spilled inside Ashmedai’s channel, screaming his name, fingers clawing at any part of him he could reach, needing him closer, tighter, harder.
Strong fingers gripped his head, turning him how Ashmedai wanted and crushing their mouths together.
Nicolas whimpered into it, slipping his arms under Ashmedai’s coat and shirt to explore the hidden expanse of his back.
There were hardened ridges down his spine, and he purred at the touch, the sound muffled between their mouths.
When they parted, his tongue flicked against Nicolas’s bottom lip. “No one’s ever touched me like this.”
Nicolas tilted his head. “Really?”
“Sin eaters are strange. Wraiths of Hell who dwell in the Pit. Even other demons avoid us. Or we avoid them. Never wanted to be touched. Never knew I could want someone like this.” He gently raked his claws through Nicolas’s hair.
Nicolas laughed wetly, tugging Ashmedai down and wrapping his arms around his neck. “Me either.”
Before he fell asleep, Nicolas led Ashmedai into the darkened bathroom, where he blindly wet a washcloth to clean them both up. He turned the living room TV off, and once they were under the blankets, he allowed his mind to turn toward less soothing things.
He was glad Ashmedai had mentioned seeing Daniel tonight. It reminded him of something they needed to talk about.
The longer his mission went on, the more he realized how dangerous it was to infiltrate Sloan’s loyalists.
If any of them found out he was trying to find the Alvarez kids, they would kill him.
If he died, Daniel would be alone. He couldn’t imagine anything worse than leaving his little brother alone in the world.
“Ash,” he whispered into the darkness, and the demon snuffled the back of his neck in answer. “I want you to promise me something. Don’t get mad or tell me not to think like this. Just promise me.”
“Promise you what?”
Nicolas gulped. His mouth was dry, but he needed to know. He needed this reassurance, even if it was an unlikely future. Nothing in life was guaranteed, and more than anything, he wanted to know his little brother was taken care of.
“Promise me that if something happens to me, you’ll look after Daniel.”
Ashmedai’s claws, which had been gently tickling Nicolas’s bare stomach, froze.
“For a long time, he was all I had. It’s not like I’m planning to die or anything.” Those claws tightened ever so slightly against his skin, pricking but not breaking the skin. “I just need to know that he’ll be okay if something happens to me. That he won’t be alone.”
The claws drifted out of the blanket, gripping his chin and turning his head as Ashmedai pushed himself up to peer down at him.
They just stared at each other for a long, silent moment.
Nicolas had no idea what Ashmedai saw on his face.
His orange eyes were steady, unblinking, and his grip was gentle.
Finally, he croaked, “Hard.”
It wasn’t a no. It wasn’t a raging refusal, like the first time Ashmedai had been faced with something he didn’t like. He was learning, and Nicolas’s chin wobbled at the realization.
He nodded, lifting a hand to dash a tear away. “I know it’ll be hard.”
“Don’t want.” It was soft.
“I know.” He sniffled. “I have to ask it anyway. And I trust you to take care of him.”
Ashmedai took a measured breath. “The Sentinels—”
“No,” Nicolas interrupted. “With the exception of maybe Julian, none of them will—will love Daniel like family. Like I do. But you? You love me. That’s what this is, right?”
Ashmedai’s head tilted. “I think?”
“I think, too. And I think that makes you family. And we’re doing this all wrong, but I trust you with my life, my body, my soul.
” He pressed Ashmedai’s black, clawed hand against his bare chest. “Which means I have to be able to trust you with my brother, too. I need to know you’ll be there for him the same way I’d be there for him.
If I’m gone—” Ashmedai growled, and Nicolas forged on.
“Hush. If something happens, and I’m gone, I need you to take care of him.
Watch out for him. You’re immortal. His life would be a blip compared to yours. ”
“Nic-las.” His name sounded foreign on Ashmedai’s tongue. “Fine. Your brother is my brother.”
A sob of relief shuddered out of him, and he rolled over, hiding the next one in the darkness of Ashmedai’s hood, breathing in the scent of mist and petrichor.
“Thank you,” he whispered. “I’m sorry I had to ask that. It’s just that anything could happen. He’s important to me.”
“Then he’s important to me,” Ashmedai said. Curling his arms around Nicolas and holding him close, he rasped, “Sleep, my light. Let your worries go. Let me carry them in the dark.”
The tight lid he’d tried to keep on his own feelings while he worked to find the Alvarez kids flew off.
Cradled by a demon in the dark, Nicolas gave thanks for his blessings.
He felt safer and more loved than ever, and he had to believe Ashmedai was given to him for a reason.
Maybe the Sentinels were right. Maybe this was fate, after all.