Chapter 11

CHAPTER ELEVEN

I love the hours between his last orgasm of the night and morning when he scurries off, afraid to admit that he'll be back, that he wants and needs what I give him. Don't get me wrong, I love the fight, too. That's a huge part of the draw. But I also like it when he can admit this is where he wants to be in the quiet times.

"I suppose you're going to feed me now," he says, proving that he's awake now.

"Are you hungry?" I totally can, but I'm enjoying floating here with him in the aftermath of his orgasms.

"I could eat."

"I imagine you can always eat." He's a big guy and that takes calories to keep going.

He laughs. "Pretty much."

"So what do you want tonight?"

"Honestly?"

"Of course. I can't get you what you want if you don't tell me. I can't read your mind."

"I don't know about that," he mutters.

Okay, so I can't read his mind, but I can read his body, and I know what's going to get him revved up and coming harder than he ever has before. That's not the same thing as reading his mind at all.

I nudge him as he hasn't answered my question yet. I'm wondering if we're going back to comfort food.

"Fried chicken with waffles." He looks back at me. "I want to watch you licking the syrup and grease from your fingers."

See? This is the kind of thing that makes me love these in between coming and leaving moments. "Your wish is my command."

He chuckles. "Are you saying you're a genie?"

"No, not a genie. A cousin, though."

He turns and looks at me, and I can see the question in his mind.

"You asked about my other secrets when you first saw my knot," I remind him.

"That thing is fucking crazy. Hot as hell, but fucking crazy."

"Then you're going to think this is insane." I show him my horns, letting them grow slowly up from my head. They're large and they curl at the ends. They're also sensitive as fuck, but I'm going to let him find that out for himself.

His mouth drops open, but he isn't running. "What the fuck are you?"

"A demon."

"Whoa." He blinks a few times, his eyes still on my horns. He reaches for them, touching them gently with his fingertips.

I moan.

One of his eyebrows goes up. "Sensitive?"

"Yes."

He turns around so we're lying properly face-to-face, and shifts slightly upward so he can get a better look.

"Intricate," he murmurs, then he traces said intricacies.

I moan again and shift my legs. He's going to make me hard.

"Very sensitive," he notes. "Can I make you come like this?"

"I don't know."

He grins, face animated. "I'm going to find out."

"I thought you were hungry."

"Nah, I said I could eat, I didn't say I was hungry. Besides, even if I was starving, I think I'd rather do this." He looks like a kid on Christmas morning.

I get it, after days of me turning him inside out, he finally has something, along with my knot, that he can make me crazy with.

I keep my eyes open, watching his face as he continues to explore. Once he's mapped my entire horns out with his fingers, he wrapped one hand around my right horn and strokes, like he would a cock. My eyes close and I moan, my cock getting even harder.

"Score!" He wraps his other hand around my other horn and strokes it, getting the same reaction from me.

Then he plays. He strokes them at the same time, then in opposite directions. Then first one, then the other. It's hotter than hell and it's making my balls ache. He's right. He can make me come like this, and if he doesn't stop, he will.

I'm going to let him.

All of a sudden, I feel his tongue on one of my horns and I cry out as that shoots pleasure from my horn to my balls. He licks again, and I swear I can feel the touch in my knot as if his mouth was on it.

I reach out and grab onto his waist—not to stop him but just to have something to hold onto.

"Fucking incredible," he murmurs, sounding awed.

"Yes." I have to agree. He's bringing me such pleasure. I didn't know just how sensitive they were, and I never imagined someone sucking them.

He starts taking my right horn in like it's a cock, going up and down on it before switching to my left. His hand works my right horn as he sucks the left and vice versa.

I continue moaning, rocking my hips. Then I wrap one hand around myself and stroke, matching his rhythm. He sucks and strokes faster, and so do I, the pleasure shooting between my cock and my horns, growing ever stronger.

When he bites gently on the tip of my right horn, I cry out and my hips snap, spunk shooting from my cock. He nuzzled my horns before sliding back down so we're face-to-face again. He looks smug. I don't blame him.

"Just a little sensitive, eh?"

I grin. "Just a little."

"Well, I'm not going to forget what that does to you."

"I hope you don't." It was as good as, if not better than, a blow job. I can't tell for sure—I'd need more empirical data to come to a proper conclusion. Given the shit-eating grin on his face, I'm pretty sure I'm going to get plenty.

The main lounge is crowded tonight, all the devils are out, looking for someone to seduce. I'm just here for a meal and some conversation. Kalos and Steve are feeding each other grilled pineapple, and I decide to join them. If they wanted privacy, they would have stayed in their rooms.

"Hades. How's it going, brother?" Kalos feeds Steve another sweet bite. His boy is practically naked, cock caged, nipples pierced, a chain going between them and the piercing at the head of Steve's cock.

I chuckle to myself because once again, Cal has left me to my own devices long enough that I'm getting more ideas.

"It's actually going very well." I don't see Cal enough, but he's stopped threatening not to come back. He's here every Monday afternoon like clockwork, occasionally he shows up after his Sunday night shift and stays until Tuesday afternoon. The days in between feel interminable, though it does have us both riled up and ready to go by the time he finally gets here again.

"I've seen your boy here a lot." Bazel sits next to me, and Torku sits on the other side of him, clearly also interested in our conversation.

I incline my head in acknowledgement. I know what Bazel is after, but I'm going to make him say it.

"Haven't you given him your knot yet?"

"As it happens, I have. More than once." Cal loves my knot. In fact, he loves everything I do to him. And we both love that he fights me on every single thing, every single time.

"Well, then." Bazel looks at me expectantly.

"Well then what?"

"When's he bringing in someone else?"

"Yeah—he needs to recruit another boy," Torku adds his two cents.

"He hasn't moved in yet," I remind Bazel. That's the deal. Our boys can't stay, they can't really belong to us until they bring in someone else. It spreads the love among our kind.

Bazel's eyes narrow. "You're cheating."

"How so?"

"You have him coming here every week without him having to bring anyone else in."

"He hasn't moved in yet," I remind Bazel. Again. Now I'm getting annoyed. I know some demons are more eager than others to have their boy, but being a pushy asshole isn't going to help him at all. These men who come to us are proud, hot, and sexy, and there is a lot of competition for their company.

"We're just lonely," Torku notes. "It's not easy waiting."

I nod, pleased that Torku at least is not being a jerk. I will give Bazel that he is a demon after all and we can be an ornery bunch.

"Are you expecting your boy tonight?" Kalos asks.

I shake my head. It's Friday, one of the busiest nights for his job.

"Why do you ask?"

Kalos nods at the entrance. I turn my head to look, feel my eyes widen in surprise. There's my Cal. And he has a friend with him.

I stand and go to him. I tilt his chin and take a long, hard kiss. "This is an unexpected pleasure."

"There was a fire at the club, and they had to shut down for the night." Cal turns to his friend, suddenly looking not nervous but a touch unsure. "This is my friend Fox. He got dumped the other day and I didn't want to abandon him to his own devices. Is it okay I brought him?"

Is it okay? It's fantastic. Whether or not Fox finds a match here, the fact that Cal brought him fulfills his requirements to stay with me. He's done exactly the right thing without even knowing it.

"It's perfect. It's good to meet you, Fox." I hold out my hand and we shake. He's a lovely boy, a little shorter than Cal, but all stocky muscles. He will have more than one demon drooling tonight, I'm sure of it. And if he's licking his wounds from being dumped, being the center of attention should help soothe his ego. "Come on in. Have the two of you eaten yet?"

"Nope." Cal grins at me. "I told Fox they have the best food he can imagine here, along with hot and cold running sex."

Fox blushed and punched Cal in the arm. "Dude. You're going to make me seem desperate."

I shake my head. "You're just fine, Fox. Come and sit." I lead them to the couches I was sitting at, and Bazel and Torku are staring.

"Behave," I murmur to them. "He needs care."

Bazel doesn't look like that's something he's interested in, but Torku stands and offers Fox the seat next to him.

"Are you hungry? Thirsty? What can I get you?"

Good demon.

Bazel drifts away, clearly not interested in having to actually be nice, and I'm glad. I want a good match for Cal's friend.

Cal sits next to me and watches for a few minutes as Torku woos Fox. Then he looks at me, one eyebrow going up.

I nod. I believe Fox is in good hands.

Cal relaxes. "You wanna dance?" he asks me, but his eyes are on the doorway out and I know he's not interested in the dance floor or the music.

I stand and hold out my hand. "Always."