Chapter 19 #2
“I like this,” Ashmedai remarked, slinging his hips low and notching his cock at Nicolas’s softened hole. “See you. Touch you.” He rolled one of Nicolas’s nipples between his fingers, and Nicolas keened. “Yes, like this a lot.”
Ashmedai’s cock filled Nicolas slowly, inching inside like an afterthought as Ashmedai’s mouth and fingers explored Nicolas’s chest. His wicked tongue swirled around one nipple as he plucked and teased the other with his fingers.
Nicolas’s body strung tight, his thighs quaking as he rocked up to meet Ashmedai’s lazy thrusts.
He couldn’t hide his moans in this position, releasing them into the air as Ashmedai played his body like a fiddle.
His blunt nails raked across blackened skin, catching on the armored segments over Ashmedai’s spine. He didn’t seem to notice.
The slap of skin filled the air. Ashmedai was leaking so much Nicolas could hear the wet squelch as it squeezed from his hole and dripped down his crack to soak into the blanket.
The ridges of his cock massaged Nicolas’s channel.
His body was a cannon getting ready to explode.
He lost the plot, lost the rhythm, bucking mindlessly and screaming obscenities and pleas and most of all, Ashmedai’s name.
Ashmedai never increased his pace, no matter how much Nicolas fought.
Feral with need, Nicolas finally tipped over the edge when his throat was dry from screaming and his body slick with sweat.
He arched, driving his hips up off the bed.
His cum splashed between their bellies, soaking them both further.
Ashmedai purred, burying his face in the curve of Nicolas’s neck. Bright pain bloomed on his shoulder as Ashmedai drove deep into his body and stilled, his thick cock twitching as he painted Nicolas’s insides.
He couldn’t move. Not when he felt something warm and wet trickling down his shoulder or when Ashmedai sucked at his skin there, making the pain flare again.
“Wha’s ‘at?” he slurred.
Ashmedai raised his head. His teeth were coated in red, and he radiated smug satisfaction.
Demon blood was black. The red had to be from him.
He should be alarmed, but it barely hurt.
Still floating on ecstasy, he watched Ashmedai claw open a shallow wound on his wrist. He barely had the sense of mind to grunt when that wrist pressed against his mouth, leaking sweet blood onto his tongue.
He swallowed automatically, registering the fading pain in his shoulder as he pursed his lips against Ashmedai’s hot skin and sucked.
Ashmedai’s satisfied growl sent a primal curl of delight through Nicolas.
Clawed fingers gripped his chin and turned his head.
He licked into Nicolas’s mouth, the traces of their blood mingling like a heady spice.
Absently, Ashmedai’s hips began to move, like the taste of Nicolas’s blood was so hot he couldn’t help it.
Nicolas whimpered, oversensitive but still desperate for anything Ashmedai wanted to give him.
Ashmedai pinned his wrists to the bed, his tongue buried deep in Nicolas’s mouth, swallowing every needy sound as he widened his pace, fucking him in earnest now.
Ragged growls escaped him, and he transferred Nicolas’s wrists to one hand and slipped the other down to take Nicolas’s softened cock in his fist. It was wet with cum, and Ashmedai showed him no mercy, stripping him almost fervently, like he needed Nicolas to get off again as bad as he did.
Nicolas bucked, his body torn between wanting more and less.
One of his knees wound up trapped under Ashmedai’s arm, spreading him open even wider.
He was bent almost in half, and Ashmedai pounded into him like they would die if he stopped.
And maybe they would. Nicolas couldn’t remember what it was like not to feel like this, caught between pleasure and pain and trusting Ashmedai to know which way to take them.
Ashmedai would get them there, no matter what.
All he had to do was hold on for the ride.
He screamed himself hoarse before he finally came, bucking so hard as his cock jerked that he nearly unseated Ashmedai, who roared in triumph, sitting back on his haunches and grabbing Nicolas’s hips.
He drove in hard while Nicolas shuddered and twitched through the aftershocks.
His arms hooked under Nicolas’s legs and bent him in half when he came, rooted in deep.
His glowing eyes closed, and his forehead dropped onto Nicolas’s, their breaths mingling.
Nicolas’s panting was ragged. Any more and he might die.
Could he die from too much sex? He was beginning to think so.
“No more,” he pleaded hoarsely. “I won’t make it.”
Ashmedai lifted his head and chuckled, a chainsaw rasp that filled Nicolas with warmth. “If you insist.”
A chime from his phone woke him, and Nicolas groaned, sliding out of Ashmedai’s arms to blink blearily at the screen.
It was a group text to the squad from James, telling them all to be at HQ at eight sharp for a debriefing with Commander Sloan.
Another weary groan escaped him as he rolled back into Ashmedai’s waiting arms, which folded around him immediately, plastering their bodies together.
“You’re still here,” he said, registering it for the first time. He’d never woken up with Ashmedai before. It felt so normal, peering up at the demon’s softly smiling face, feeling his claws tickling up and down Nicolas’s bare side.
“Yes. Get used to it.”
Nicolas grinned. “‘Kay.”
Ashmedai jerked his chin toward the phone. “What?”
“Oh, that was my captain. We have to have a meeting with Sloan soon. He probably wants to discuss what happened the… night before last.” He had to think about it.
They’d been given the day off, and Ashmedai had spent the night.
It barely seemed like any time had passed since he chased Alex, Julian, and Daniel away from his squad.
Regretfully, he rolled out of bed to face the day.
It was a good chance to plant the burner phone on Kyle or Ashton’s car.
He kept a roll of duct tape in the junk drawer in his kitchen for odds and ends.
Maybe he could tape it to the underside of their car.
To be safe, he deleted everything from the phone—contacts, text messages, call history—and double-checked that the location sharing was turned on.
It wouldn’t be hard for them to figure out it was connected to the Sentinels’ phones at the Rink, if they found it, but without any other information stored in the phone, maybe they wouldn’t know who had planted it.
“You’re welcome to stay here while I’m gone,” he said. He turned to shoot Ashmedai a smile and his mouth went dry.
Completely naked and standing in the doorway without an ounce of modesty, he was mouthwatering.
Ashmedai’s body was long and lithe, and the armored sections of his skin had a strange, reflective quality to them, almost like scales.
Nicolas wanted to put his hands all over him, kiss every one of those scales on his stomach and sides.
What did Ashmedai’s skin look like when it had been sucked on? Did it darken? Brighten?
“You are staring,” Ashmedai said.
“You are too hot to be walking around like that when I have places to be,” Nicolas rejoined. “Put some clothes on for my sake.” He grinned.
Ashmedai ducked his head bashfully, one hand fluttering at his abdomen.
“Now that I’ve seen you, does this mean I can request you be waiting naked in my bed when I get back?” He closed the distance between them, wrapping his arms around Ashmedai’s neck.
Ashmedai chuffed. “If you’d like.” It was a novel experience to be able to watch his wide mouth form the words as he spoke, instead of hearing them from a bottomless well of darkness beneath his hood.
“I would, very much so.” The last thing he wanted to do was leave Ashmedai to go deal with guild things, but the sooner he stuck this burner phone somewhere on Kyle or Ashton, the sooner it would all be over. He hoped. “I have to go. They won’t like it if I’m late.”
“Then don’t be late.” Ashmedai gave him a push toward the door.
Nicolas swooped in for one last kiss and then rushed out the door before he could get distracted by anything else.
For the first time in weeks, he felt light.
Despite everything that had happened, Daniel’s insistence that he not isolate himself anymore took a weight off his shoulders.
Ashmedai letting him see him, the Sentinels accepting his apology for what he’d done, accepting him, was exactly what he needed.
They were right; he couldn’t do this alone.
Pushing them all away had only made it harder for him to follow the right path.
He needed a light in the darkness, and that was them.
It was riskier, sure, because there was always a chance he’d be discovered, but he’d lose his mind if things kept going as they were. He’d lose himself.
He found Kyle’s car in the parking lot when he arrived and parked beside it.
His heart was pounding as he cut strips of tape from the roll and layered it onto the back of the phone.
The cell was on silent mode, and he double-checked that he’d erased all incriminating evidence from it.
If Kyle found this on the underside of his car, they might realize someone in the guild was looking for the kids.
What would they do then? Move them? Kill them?
All he could do was pray. He glanced around to make sure no one else was in the parking lot, and then got out.
Fumbling his keys on purpose as he shut the door, he let them fall to the pavement so he could kneel down to pick them up.
Then, he pressed the burner phone to the underside of Kyle’s car, as far as his arm would reach.
The duct tape was layered on thick, and he pressed the edges hard to get it to stick in place.