Chapter Eleven

Merihem

“Christa, I said no. The notes that Dakata left clearly state the terms of the contract for Live & Die mean they have to play those ten dates. They can’t now decide to do two less because one of the band has met someone and wants to stay in a city for a few extra days getting his cock sucked.”

Christa rolled her eyes at him, then turned to Scott, who had come in to take notes of the meeting. “He’s got no heart.”

“I’ve plenty of heart,” Merihem growled, though his lips curved into a small smile at how big his heart felt around Peni. His little goat was a pocket rocket. He was full of energy and although he’d had his ass curtailed over the weekend by his demon, he’d still had fun.

He moved his head from side to side, feeling the stiffness in his neck. He was far too big to be sleeping on a couch. Not that he’d complain when Peni decided last night he was better than a mattress and used them.

“Are you even listening to me?” Christa snapped, drawing his attention to the stunning woman, eyeing him funnily. “You’ve a dopey look on your face. What’s with you?”

She glanced at Scott who remained poised waiting for them to continue, nothing about his expression gave away his thoughts. “There’s something up with him, you see it?”

Scott remained silent.

Christa huffed, fluffing her hair. “Demons!”

“You do know you are one?” Merihem pointed out, amused. Then he got a sharp unexpected tug in the center of his chest. He gasped, and his demon side became alert.

Peni.

Peni.

They said together.

They were up and out of the chair so fast it fired back and hit the wall. Dust bloomed in the air, but in the blink of an eye, they were inside Dakata’s home.

His demon emerged as they stood and listened in the hallway, sensing where their blissful one was. Then they heard screeching, “I took your sorry ass in when no one else would even look at you, and this is how you repay me?” The sound of whacking followed, and then painful whimpers.

Naked, roaring, his demon in an absolute fury like they’d never experienced before—and that was saying something—they ran in the direction of the sounds.

Their eyes narrowed on the horror who dared to hit their blissful one with a large bag while he cowered in pain and fear on the floor. Any reason, calm or negotiation skills left for the demon realm as Merihem’s two halves were in total agreement. His enormous fist reached for the woman and with a muttering of an incantation—one he shouldn’t use because he was no longer Controller, but he couldn’t give two flying fucks right then—he sent her to hell. Death was too easy for her when he could see the bruises forming right in front of his eyes on Peni’s pale skin.

“You came,” Peni whisper-sobbed.

Their hands were shaking with the adrenaline and the need to punch something. They took a breath, then another before they could get their lips to work. “Always,” he rasped.

Peni bleated and jumped up and on him. The unexpected move had them land hard on their tailbone to catch him. He nestled his face right into the crook of Merihem’s demon's neck, kissing the bounding pulse rocketing against the skin. “You came,” he said again, hot breath brushing over his sensitive skin that burned from the rage. “No one’s ever protected me before.” His tiny arms clutched at his neck. Awe, it came at them in a massive dollop and would have knocked them right back onto their ass if they’d been standing when the hot lips repeatedly kissed his neck.

A lump developed in Merihem’s throat at the emotions Peni wasn’t shy about sharing. The anger drained away as he held on to their blissful one, inhaling the scent of cleaning products and Peni’s sweet smell. “I’ll always come. Nothing would stop me, not even death.”

Peni shuddered, and the lips stilled. “No talk of death, okay?” His head popped back and the bruising and swelling to the left eye, along with the mark on his cheek, brought back the fury. “What did you do to Mrs. Danials?”

Merihem growled at thoughts of going to Hell and—

“Oh, dear, what did you do?” Peni’s work-roughened palms slid from around his neck to cup his cheeks. “She was awful, no doubt… but…”

“Awful. She hit my blissful one.” His finger trembled—and he had no shame about that when it came to Peni—while he traced the delicate, puffy skin by his teary eye. “Awful doesn’t even come close to what she is.” Except Merihem wasn’t going to say what he thought aloud, his little goat didn’t need to hear those obscenities.

“She was upset you fired her,” Peni explained as they wiped a tear off his cheek. “It’s all my fault.”

With their heart slamming against their ribs at the glistening eyes, they came forward, and their forehead’s touched. The size difference made it hard not to overpower Peni, but they tried. “She deserved it. Because she is nothing but a thief and a liar. She took advantage of you. You are not to take the blame for that.”

Peni got that thoughtful expression, the one that said he was thinking before answering, so they waited and took comfort from the closeness.

We should never have left him. See, my idea about him sitting on our lap would have prevented this from happening.

Shut up.

His demon side was struggling to not agree, Merihem felt it. We need to find a solution to make sure this doesn’t happen again.

Agreed.

“You’re right. She had no right to hit me.” Peni’s smooth forehead rubbed against theirs. They got a hard blast of feels at the gesture. “But you didn’t answer my question. What did you do with her?” His eyes searched Merihem’s, looking for what they weren’t sure.

“Sent her to hell so she can join those who enjoy playing hard and loose with their thoughts and fists. See how she enjoys that.”

He bleat-squealed, and Merihem’s demon grinned widely at the approval of their goat.

“You did?” Peni asked, his head moving back, much to their disappointment.

“It was that or crush her bones. I wasn’t sure you’d like that because it would have made a mess.” He blushed, like a serious heat wave at the dopey look of love that got aimed at them. Right choice. Merihem was grateful for his red skin, so Peni couldn’t see them actually blushing. It was a little mortifying. “Anyway, this means she gets to suffer for a very long time and think over her actions for daring to harm one hair on your precious head.”

Peni reached up to tug on a strand of hair. “It wasn’t my hair she hurt.”

They chuckled and, unable to resist the plump, pouting lips, gave Peni a tiny, delicate peck on the mouth. Or they tried.

Peni’s eyes widened for a moment before his hands slipped around their neck once more. His fingers tickled the skin, then roamed up the back of his skull. Fingers playing with his locks before going to his horns. A demon’s power lay in his horns. To touch them would give that power to the individual. It could also be classed as foreplay to a demon. Motionless, they stared at Peni, uncertain their little goat would be ready for the outcome. “If you touch my horns, especially the tips, I possibly—could very well—lose control.”

The hands at the base of his horns hesitated and Peni’s cute brows drew together. “Lose control, how?”

The innocence was easy to see because Peni wasn’t a game player. Merihem and his demon both mentally prepared themselves. Neither wanted to frighten their blissful one. “With a blissful one, I am not sure. But any touch from you ignites my blood with desires I’ve never experienced before. My horns are sacred. They hold a demon’s power. No one has ever gotten to touch them intimately.”

The absolute look of joy at that declaration gave Merihem and his demon a boost to a certain part of their anatomy they’d been working to keep control of. Anger could arouse him, but the fear that came with thoughts of someone hurting their blissful one had put paid to that earlier.

Now, the anger, though still simmering in the background, wasn’t what was stimulating him. It came from the gentle touch of Peni’s hands. Things between them were swinging in a different direction. One he wasn’t sure Peni was prepared for. His demon cock was enormous, and it would be way too much for their little goat. If Peni saw him fully aroused, he would surely run from them, so they thought about the worst hell offered Mrs. Danials, trying to control what was happening below the waistline.

Only their tiny goat had other ideas, it seemed. The next thing they were holding the cutest and smallest white goat, who bleated crazily, his tongue wiggling at their face.

Lifting him up closer, they grinned at the cutie. “Aren’t you gorgeous?”

Frantic wriggling came with loud bleating that made them laugh. As they brought the goat closer, figuring that was what it wanted, when his head lowered, and his tongue came out and flicked about, almost like it was trying to… lick them . They had no issue with that—none when he was the cutest goat they’d ever seen—their blissful one.

The second it could reach them, it lapped at their cheek, now their neck, and before they could fathom what was coming next, teeth nipped at their throat.

They groaned at a rush of fervent desire that came embarrassingly fast. His breath caught in his chest at the throbbing that spread from his aroused shaft to his balls and up his spine, making him shiver. The scent of his arousal got a weird-sounding bleating with teeth embedded in his neck.

Merihem tilted his head to the side to let the goat have better access to his throat. He squirmed at the bite becoming true. His cry was silent as his whole body spasmed at the merest contact. Desire, hot, potent, the kind that made the world spiral out of control before snapping back into place, made him gasp.

His vision blurred at the tug of teeth in his throat. His balls grew tight, and the feeling curling in the pit of his belly left them in no doubt about the fact he was going to come.

As if the tiny goat knew, teeth sank even deeper into his flesh. Merihem’s large body arched, shuddered and roared, his shaft throbbed painfully before ribbons of cum fired from the leaking tip. Cum splattered everywhere, including under their blissful one’s belly.

Look at what you did. You never asked if this was okay.

Merihem’s demon blinked slowly, their brain fried from the unexpected events as teeth let go of his neck.

How am I supposed to look our demon in the eye? Hmm. Tell me! This is mortifying… you randy goat.

Lips twitching, he eyed the little goat, which they lowered to the floor. We love your randy goat.

The little goat looked up. Merihem and his demon side both agreed the crooked grin was adorable. You can hear me?

Yes.

It was hard to hold on to their amusement, but they managed when Peni blasted them with all his thoughts at once.

This?

How?

Oh my?

All my thoughts?

You naughty goat?

You bit him. How could you without asking?

That’s not the point, is it?

This isn’t funny!

Oh, to the goat gods, how can I face Merihem now?

When they stopped, Merihem shifted to look at his mate. “Peni,” he murmured gently, stroking a finger over the rough hair on the back of his neck. “We each have another side that does things we don’t always approve of. But they are us. And what happened between us is wonderful. I want to nibble on your neck if that makes you feel any better.”

He felt the uncertainty, and then Peni shifted, sitting on the sticky, wet floor looking anything but certain. “Wonderful?” he asked, sounding doubtful as he eyed Merihem with dark shades of red slashing over his cheeks.

Bending so their noses were nearly touching, the scent of his cum lingered between them. He held Peni’s gaze, wanting this to be about them, not their other halves right then. Don’t fuck up. He ignored his demon side. “Yes. Feel our connection.” He took his small hand and pressed it to the center of his chest. Letting him feel how hard his heart beat. “This beats for you and no one else. It is yours for all eternity and beyond. Nothing will break our connection.” He rubbed their noses together, smiling shyly. “And when you're ready to complete our bond, then all you need to do is ask.”

“Ask?” he squeaked.

Merihem kissed him because he couldn’t resist, but he kept it gentle, holding back his true passion. Peni wasn’t ready for that, not yet. His thoughts didn’t hide that. “If you can’t, then that’s fine, too. We’ll figure it out.”

His blush deepened prettily. “Ok-ay. You’ll figure it out.” He’ll do the figuring. Yeah, that works.

You do know he can hear us?

Well, how do we turn it off?