Chapter 9Ivan

9

Ivan

T here was some sort of slick substance between Ivan's fingers. A tail wrapped around his leg, twisting and pulsing against his skin. And a cock pressed against his hip, leaking strangely thick precum onto his slacks.

Any one of those things should have been enough to turn Ivan off. To remind him to put a stop to this before he did something that would change the course of his life irrevocably.

But he couldn't stop. If he didn't fuck this demon sometime in the next sixty seconds, it was entirely possible Ivan was going to lose his mind.

It wasn't a want anymore. Not some idle thought or wayward fantasy. It was a fucking need . Ivan needed to get his cock into this infernal creature before the last of his control fractured beyond repair. One more minute without that inhuman warmth clenching around him and he'd become a mindless fucking beast.

More than he was already.

Ivan knew he was being brainless. He knew Nix getting shot had been a nonissue. Nix wasn't fucking human, and the wounds had closed seemingly as quickly as they'd been created. But something about the gunshots, and Nix's warm body falling against him, had set off a storm within Ivan.

What if Nix's human form had turned out to be vulnerable after all? What if he'd been taken from Ivan? What if Ivan had never gotten a chance to take what Nix had offered him over and over again, kept back by his own stubborn resistance to letting himself want something his father had made very clear was never, ever allowed?

The very thought of it was enough to make Ivan want to burn his office to the ground.

And then there were the red fucking panties. Sheer and lacy and absolutely obscene stretched around Nix's demon cock. Ivan had wanted to take them off with his teeth, to bite into Nix through the lace until he made a mark on the demon's skin that actually took .

Those panties were intolerable. They should be burned. Disintegrated.

Too late now. Instead, Ivan flipped Nix around, pressing his front against the door. "Self-lubricating," he repeated, kicking Nix's legs apart. He didn't know much about fucking men, but he knew something about fucking. "That's convenient."

"Isn't it?" Nix peered back at him, wiggling his ass enticingly. As if Ivan needed any further fucking enticement. "No face-to-face? Trying to close your eyes and pretend I'm someone else, Vanya?"

More like Ivan was afraid that if he looked into Nix's purple eyes while he fucked him for the first time, he might do something unforgivably stupid. Like order him to never leave. Forbid him from getting hurt. Beg him to fix everything in Ivan's life that was so irrevocably fucked.

Ivan lowered his forehead to Nix's shoulder, a mirthless chuckle leaving his lips. He unbuckled his belt, unzipping himself with shaking fingers and tugging his cock out. "Your tail is wrapped around my leg right now. Who am I pretending you are? I just—I need—"

"Ah," Nix said, like he understood. Like he realized Ivan was too turned on and desperate to make this anything but rough and ugly. And maybe he did understand. He seemed to understand too much, always. Blasting through Ivan's defenses like they were made of tissue paper.

Ivan couldn't afford to fuck men? Apparently Nix would rearrange his entire empire for him, help him take a firm enough command that he could parade Nix around naked with a collar and no one would dare question it.

Nix groaned, arching his back so Ivan's already rock-hard cock slid against his crease. "Oh my," he murmured. "Now there's a naughty thought."

Ivan tugged at the base of Nix's tail, committing to memory the soft, velvety feel of the skin there. "Stop reading my mind," he scolded.

Nix gave a throaty chuckle. "Stop wanting me so badly."

"I can't ."

"I know." Nix sounded smug. Satisfied that he'd finally driven Ivan to the edge, maybe.

"Do I need to…stretch you open?" It wasn't Ivan's first time with anal—some of the divorcées had been more adventurous than others—but it was his first time with a self-lubricating sex demon.

"If I were human. As it is…" Nix spread his palms flat against the door, creating an arch in his back that would put a porn star to shame.

Ivan tugged once again at the base of Nix's tail, moving it out of the way. The rest of the tail whipped off of Ivan's leg, wrapping around Nix's instead, leaving his ass exposed to Ivan's gaze .

Ivan spread Nix's cheeks, staring intently at his hole. It was a darker purple than the rest of Nix's skin, hairless like the front of him had been. And wet, just as Ivan had felt. He could see some sort of clear, slick substance leaking out of him.

Ivan wanted to touch. He wanted to lick. He'd never thought he'd want to taste another man's hole, but he sure as fuck wanted to taste Nix.

But there wasn't time now. Ivan needed to fuck Nix more than he'd ever needed anything.

He notched the blunt head of his cock against him, using a hand on Nix's shoulder for leverage as he pressed in.

Holy fuck.

Maybe Ivan shouldn't have listened to Nix. Demon or not, it was still a tight fit. And hot. So fucking hot. But Ivan persisted, pressing into Nix like he belonged there, as Nix whispered filthy encouragements ("Yes, Ivan. Deeper. Give it to me. Give it all to me."), peppered with little breathy moans at each new inch.

Like he was just as desperate as Ivan.

By the time Ivan bottomed out, he was gasping for air, the hot clench of Nix's channel around his cock somehow both infernal and divine.

He was going to be ruined for anyone else after this, wasn't he?

"Why the fuck do you feel so good?" he asked, pressing a bite into Nix's shoulder, mouthing at the soft skin there while he tried to get his bearings.

It wasn't just the feel of Nix around Ivan's cock, although that was enticing enough to drive a man mad. It was like there was a fog in the air. Something heady and smoky that had Ivan feeling almost drugged with arousal.

There was some measure of relief when Nix sounded almost as wrecked as Ivan when he answered. "I'm an incubus. Desire feeds more desire. You'll be—" He moaned, clenching tightly around Ivan's cock when Ivan bit at his shoulder again. "—be a puddle when I'm done with you."

Ivan didn't doubt it. He wrapped one arm around Nix's middle, the other coming over his shoulder to cover Nix's hand against the door with his own. They were close enough in height for it to have been awkward, if not for the way Nix was bending himself, canting his hips for Ivan's pleasure.

Ivan withdrew slowly, reluctant to leave the warmth he'd found, then rocked his hips, groaning as he drove in.

He stuck with short, shallow movements, wanting to stay as deep within Nix as he possibly could. He put all his weight behind it, and the hotel door thudded with each thrust.

Nix wasn't exactly quiet, either, keening and moaning and hissing at Ivan to go harder. He pressed back into each of Ivan's thrusts, barely letting Ivan withdraw, as if he couldn't bear the distance any more than Ivan could.

They were going to get security called on them at this rate.

Ivan couldn't find it in himself to care. All he could focus on was Nix—his firm body pressed against Ivan's, the smoky scent of his skin, the throaty sound of his moans.

Sweat dripped off Ivan, sticking his dress shirt to his skin. Nix had been right, of course. Ivan was melting. But he couldn't stop, couldn't pause. Not even long enough to strip off his damned shirt.

Ivan wasn't much for dirty talk. He wasn't much for words, period. But an endless chant began to leave his lips without permission, timed with each thrust of his hips. "Fuck. Fuck. Fuck ."

His orgasm began building too fast, the feel of Nix around him too much to bear.

"You better not pull out," Nix whined, seeming to sense Ivan was close. "You better fill me up. I want it all. Every fucking drop, Ivan."

Ivan wrapped that mane of hair around his fist, baring Nix's slender neck to his gaze. "Such a needy fucking slut," he growled .

"Yes, baby," Nix moaned, like Ivan had just whispered the sweetest of endearments into his pointed ear. "Yes, yes, yes."

Ivan's orgasm was merciless, a tsunami crash where all he could do was hold on, wrapped around the demon, his hips shuddering as he emptied every bit of himself inside him.

He bit into Nix's neck at the end of it, pressing his teeth in as hard as he could and wrapping his hand around Nix's cock. Ivan didn't know what he was doing there, but he jerked Nix the way he himself liked it—fast, furious, and just this side of brutal.

It seemed to do the trick. It didn't take long until Nix was keening once more, spurting that absurdly thick cum over Ivan's fist.

Good. Good.

They stayed there, standing against the door, Ivan's panting breaths loud in the quiet room. The mark he'd made on Nix's neck was already fading.

He had a beautiful neck, Ivan's demon. He had a beautiful everything—his face, his hair, the lines of his body. As if every part of him was specifically designed to tempt Ivan. Ivan was barely human at this point, drained to the point of exhaustion, and already he wanted him again.

He sighed, rubbing his forehead into Nix's shoulder. "This isn't the end of it, is it?"

"No, baby." Nix turned, and Ivan hissed as the movement forced his softening cock to withdraw from that overwhelming heat. Nix laid a hand on Ivan's cheek before bringing Ivan's cum-covered fingers to his mouth with a catlike grin. "This is just the beginning."

Ivan didn't know exactly what dazed state he was in—or what demon magic Nix had worked—that he found himself sometime later completely nude in the hotel bed with the incubus draped over him.

Ivan was half-hard again already, but he was determined to ignore it. If he started fucking the incubus every time he wanted him, it would set a dangerous precedent.

They'd never leave the bed again.

As it was, Ivan was on his back, the crisp white sheet pulled up low on his hips, while Nix was sprawled on his side, half on Ivan's chest, toying with Ivan's chest hair while Ivan idly worried one of Nix's nipple piercings.

He'd neglected them during their frantic fuck against the door. It was an awful waste, considering Ivan had been wondering how Nix would react to have them pulled almost since he'd first laid eyes on them.

He sighed. "I'm afraid that wasn't my best effort just now."

"Really?" Nix said, scratching his talons lightly across Ivan's chest with a small smirk. "I found it quite satisfying."

"Not much finesse," Ivan mused.

That was putting it lightly. He'd been like an animal, really, driving into Nix over and over again without a single thought toward technique.

Nix slid his leg against Ivan's over the hotel sheet. "Well, there's a time for finesse and a time for passion, wouldn't you say?"

Ivan scoffed. "Is that would you'd call it? Passion?"

Nix cocked his head, purple eyes gleaming. "What would you call it?"

"A very specific type of insanity."

Nix grinned, flopping onto his back with a laugh. "You flatter me, Vanya."

Flattery hadn't been Ivan's intention, but so be it. He let go of Nix's nipple piercing, trailing his fingers lightly over his chest instead, as Nix had done with his. He paused in the center. "Your tattoo moves when I touch it. "

The red symbol was swirling around the point of contact with Ivan's finger, like if it could escape Nix's skin, it would be wrapped around it, much in the same way Nix's tail was once again wrapped around Ivan's calf.

"Mm," Nix hummed. "It's magic."

Ivan eyed Nix—the lavender skin, the purple eyes that had been glowing ever since they'd fucked, the curling horns he was somehow avoiding poking Ivan's eyes out with. "Magic. Of course."

"We get them when we enter into the Book."

"Why did you?" Ivan couldn't imagine willingly subjecting himself to such a thing. But then again, there was much about Nix that was incomprehensible.

"Oh, I've always wanted to be in the human realm." Nix stretched his arms out over his head, looking very feline in his movements. "There are some incubi who feed on our own kind, but I've never found it satisfying. I prefer mortals."

Ivan's fingers drifted to one of Nix's piercings again. "Have you fucked women?"

"I've fucked all kinds."

Ivan tugged the piercing, not quite as harshly as he wanted. "You liked it?" he asked, the question coming out gruff.

"Of course." One of Nix's hands trailed to his other piercing, tugging it in time with Ivan's teasing. "Women are divine."

"I always liked them."

"I'm sure you did." Nix flicked his gaze to Ivan. "You know bisexuality is a thing, don't you, Ivan?"

"I was raised by a vicious mobster, not under a rock."

Ivan might not be ready to say the words out loud but wasn't completely dense—he was becoming increasingly aware he wasn't the straight arrow he'd believed himself to be. As evidenced by the purple cock he was currently staring at—as Nix hardened under their combined touch—one he was seriously considering putting his mouth on at some point .

"Of course, darling." Nix turned onto his side again, completely uncaring of his nudity or his erect state, propping his head up on his hand. "And how did your vicious mobster father reconcile his backward beliefs with your brothers' predilections?"

"Alexei I think he genuinely didn't know. Sascha…" Ivan shrugged. "Denial, I suppose. He was always softer with him anyway."

"Do you wish he'd been softer with you?"

"What good would wishing for that do? He's dead."

It was probably the wrong thing to say, when they were sharing truths—he was probably fucking all this up—but Ivan was new to pillow talk. Normally it was just a hurried fuck and then calling his driver.

But if Nix minded Ivan's bluntness, he didn't show it. His hand was drifting under the sheet, his aim unmistakable.

Ivan caught his wrist. "No touching my cock while you discuss my father, if you please."

Nix flashed him a taunting grin, but he didn't fight Ivan's hold. "Then we'll change the subject." His grin dropped, a thoughtful look taking over. "I think we should be staying with Sascha and Kai in Maine."

Ivan was caught off guard by the suggestion. "Why?"

"Kai's better at protection than me. He's an actual warrior—the kind of demon you intended to summon." Nix managed to sound both sheepish and pouty at the thought. "And I think we'll want backup if we intend to shake up your men, and sweet Sascha might need some in-person convincing. He doesn't seem very fond of your business."

"He hates me," Ivan admitted.

"Ah, ah." Nix raised his free hand and wagged his finger in Ivan's face. "He can hate how you act without hating you . He loves you, silly. Humans are very complex that way. Also—" Nix's voice lowered into a seductive purr. Taking advantage of Ivan's loosened grip, he dipped his hand under the sheet, tracing Ivan's cock in the idle way he'd been tracing his chest earlier. "I need a vacation. You've been working me to the very bone."

"You interviewed a total of two of my employees." Ivan kept his voice cool, even as blood rushed to his dick with each dancing touch of Nix's fingers.

"And got shot," Nix added, thumbing at Ivan's cockhead. " And was railed quite aggressively against a hotel room door, I might add."

"Is getting fucked by me one of your duties, then?" It should have been insulting, but heat pooled in Ivan's belly at the thought: Nix under his command, taking everything Ivan had to give him.

"It is," Nix told him, pushing Ivan once more onto his back and looming over him. "And I'm afraid it's going to be quite a constant demand on my faculties."

He swung his leg over Ivan, settling over Ivan's thighs, holding himself above him like a taunt.

He was stunning. Tall and strong and most likely completely out of Ivan's league, if Ivan wanted to care about such things.

Ivan ran his hands up Nix's silken thighs. "Why isn't my cum leaking out of you right now?" he asked, not sure if he was curious or disappointed.

Disappointed, surely. He'd wanted to see it, the evidence of his claim.

Nix blinked at him, his lips twitching as if he was holding back a smile. "Heavens." He wrapped a hand around Ivan's cock, stroking him firmly. "What a thing to say."

Ivan arched up into the touch even as he frowned. "Tell me."

"I absorbed it." Nix winked at him. "Incubus things, don't you know."

It was Ivan's turn to pause, even as Nix continued to jerk him off. "You can't mean… Can I—?" He cleared his throat. "Absorbed where ? "

Nix threw his head back and laughed. "Oh my god, you silly goose! I can't get pregnant, if that's what you're thinking." His laughter stopped abruptly, and he cocked his head, his hand stilling. "But isn't that what Sergei suggested the other night? A wife and a couple of tots?"

There was something dangerous about Nix's tone, and Ivan was suddenly alert to the fact that sharp talons were wrapped around his dick.

He met Nix's eyes squarely. "I'm not bringing children into this world," he said firmly. "I'm not that cruel. And I don't want a wife."

"Good." Nix softened again, as abruptly as he'd transformed in the first place. "I'd hate to have to bully the competition."

It was a preposterous statement. As if Nix were really in competition to be Ivan's…wife? Companion?

But Ivan didn't argue the point, because Nix was holding Ivan's cock steady, lowering himself down onto Ivan in one smooth glide.

Ivan cursed, biting down on his lip hard enough to taste copper.

"Mm." Nix rolled his hips in a way that should have been illegal, smirking down at Ivan. "Now what was it you were saying about finesse, darling?"