Chapter 10

Casimir

My arm is on Rory's lower back, guiding him through the house until we step into his bedroom and close the door behind us. "Demons have exceptional hearing," I explain, turning to face him. My usual playfulness is missing as I put my hands on my hips and heave a loud sigh, bracing myself for the conversation ahead.

"I am… sorry." The last word fights its way out. "It was wrong of me to summon Amon without discussing it with you first. I do know that, I swear. But you were hellbent on sending me back. Did you not…" I pause, frustration welling up inside me at his willingness to just toss me aside. "Were you not even going to miss me?"

"Of course I was," he says with a shake of his head, "but that didn't give you the right to…." Something clicks in his brain as the words stall out. "Wait a second. As a witch, I command you, correct?" I nod, not bothering to correct his terminology, eyes never leaving his. "How come you could go through all of that, prepare the spell and summon him, without me telling you to?"

My lips tug between my teeth as I give a small grimace, anticipating the aftermath from the answer. "The link between us doesn't take away my free will. I can do whatever I please, unless you've given me a specific command. You told me to remain in the house. There's no limit to what I do while I'm here, but I can't leave." He nods, his face carefully neutral, and I wave a vague gesture towards the ceiling. "When you commanded Amon to stay in the attic and instructed him not to hurt Shadow, he's bound to obey."

"What happens if he doesn't?"

One of my shoulders lifts in a shrug. "Depends on the master. For the more… sinister… of your kind, disobeying an order would be immediate death, if the witch or warlock were powerful enough. It comes down to your will and what you want to happen if your orders are disobeyed. Amon might experience extreme pain if he attempts to leave the attic, or if he tries to hurt Shadow—" I shake my head as panic takes over his face. "He won't, Rory. Ignoring his flare for dramatics, he's not a bad guy. But if he were , hypothetically, that pain might reflect on him. Magic isn't an exact science, as I'm sure you've figured out by now."

The gears in his mind are practically grinding out loud as he thinks. "I never explicitly commanded you to cast a specific spell."

"Correct," I say, voice cautious.

Another moment passes in silence before he nods again, crossing his arms over his chest. "You took advantage of my lack of knowledge."

"I did," I admit, quieter still, and he sighs. "Please understand that my intention wasn't to hurt you. I panicked. You expected a spell out of me, and this was one that I knew we could perform without putting you in any danger."

"And you had a good chuckle while your buddy smacked me with his dick."

An unexpected laugh bursts out of me, my abs still sore from the fit of laughter earlier, and I turn to find him stifling his own smile. "It was… perhaps unnecessary."

"Perhaps?" His eyebrows fly up as he snorts, shaking his head once again.

Both of our smiles fade, though, as we look at each other, the air suddenly heavy between us. "I wasn't ready to leave you," I whisper, placing a gentle hand on his jawline, and he leans into my touch.

"You mean you weren't ready to leave the realm."

"No," I interrupt, my fingers flexing against his cheek. "Would I like to see more of the human world? Yes, of course." My face inches closer to his. "Would I like to see more of you? Peel back every single one of your protective layers until you are laid bare in front of me, ready for the taking?" His inhale is heavy, filling his lungs as his eyes dart around my face before holding mine, full of hesitation.

"More than life itself," I murmur, and the sound he makes is a helpless thing. "The thought consumes me, Rory."

My mouth hovers mere inches from his, losing myself in the forest of his eyes as I fight for my waning self-control. "I want to explore every inch of your body until you are weeping and begging for more. Show you exactly what it means to be possessed." My tongue slips over my lips as I watch his pupils widen, a pink tinge painting his cheeks. "Prove to you that even though you are my master, I own you."

There's barely more than a molecule between us as he whimpers. "What are you doing?" he whispers, his breath hot against my lips.

"Waiting for your command. Tell me to stop, and I must stop, Rory. Tell me to keep going…"

"Keep going," he breathes, hands landing on my chest, and the words are barely free before our lips crash together. My fingers slide through his hair as his wrap around my lower back and yank me against him. Our mouths are rough, rushed, as I tilt him and position him right where I want him. My teeth drag over his pouty bottom lip, and he moans into my mouth, a delirious, desperate sound.

I rip his shirt over his head, and he gasps, arms flying up to cover his stomach. "Do not hide from me," I growl, claiming his mouth again before pulling away with a moan, our foreheads pressed together. "Out there, you call the shots, but in here? In here, you belong to me. "

He gulps, his throat bobbing as he stares into my eyes, and I see the very second his self-control crumbles into ruin. "Okay," he whispers, his arms sliding to his sides. I take a step back, letting my eyes wander over his pale skin, before dropping to my knees before him.

A shaky breath escapes him as I drop a gentle kiss on the soft skin of his cute little belly. I kiss a path down his stomach, loosening the button and zipper on his jeans and tugging the denim over his hips.

The very top of his boxer briefs peeks out over his pants, and I can't help my delight. "Are those…"

"Oh, sugar, " he mutters, and my grin is ecstatic, spreading across my face and digging into my cheeks. "I didn't…" His eyes roll up to the ceiling as his cheeks flush the most adorable shade of peony pink. "No one was supposed to see those."

I give his jeans another shimmy, still grinning as I uncover his underwear. Bright red fabric is covered with a pattern of horns that look suspiciously like mine, with the words ‘horny little devil' floating randomly. "Were you thinking of me when you bought these, sweet Rory?"

"Maybe." He flushes an even deeper shade.

With a yank, his jeans pool around his ankles and I tilt my chin until I'm looking all the way up his body into his eyes. "Well then, maybe, " I stress the word as he huffs and rolls his eyes, "we'll just leave them on." Gently, I lift his foot and tug his pants off before doing the same on the other side. Leaning forward, I drop a kiss on his cock before sliding my tongue out and licking a wet trail up the hard length, tasting the saltiness of his pre-cum as I lap over the tip.

He gasps as I wrap my lips around him, sucking through his underwear, and his hands land on my head for balance, gripping my horns. I groan loudly as I drag my tongue along the fabric in long, sweeping strokes until it's soaked, and every detail of his cock is visible through the wet material. Each squeeze of my horns has my frenzy growing until I can't take it anymore.

In a rush, I rise to my feet and guide him backwards until he drops on the bed. Not stopping there, I shove at his shoulders until he is lying flat, ready to be claimed. My name leaves him in a breathy whisper, over and over, as I push his knees up and back. "Exquisite," I breathe as I drop between his legs. Our eyes meet as I grab his boxers with my teeth and tug them down, and he calls out as I get my first real taste of him.

Hips rocking, I shamelessly grind my cock against the mattress to get the friction I'm desperate for as I feast on him. My tongue circles his rim in heavy licks, using my lips to pull and suck as I spread him further. Delicious sounds rise from his throat, matching my rhythm, until I roll my tongue at his entrance, spearing at his hole as it flutters. "Oh, fuck," he moans as he grabs my horns again, and I chuckle against him as I push the tip of my tongue inside him.

He bucks off the bed as he loses his inhibitions, rolling against me as I lick and suck, his body loosening and readying itself for me. A finger slips inside, then two, and I stretch him while I continue to lavish him with my tongue. He claws at my horns, my shoulders and neck, even gripping my hair and pulling as he searches for purchase. Panting breaths echo through the room as I thrust into him, adding a third finger and feeling his hole squeeze around me. When he tenses, on the verge of letting go, I pull away.

"Cas!" he shouts, scrambling to draw me back, but I only grin as I put distance between us.

"Do you remember the promise I made last time we found ourselves in a similar position, Rory?"

His eyes flare as I lift onto my knees and he sees my erection pressing against these ridiculous sweatpants, a dark wet spot at the tip. "Y-yes," he finally manages, and I bite my lip between my teeth as I push my pants off my legs. My cock springs free, defying gravity as it pushes straight off my body.

The devil boxer briefs make me smile again as I pull them off and toss them aside. I position myself between his legs and hover above him. "You'll be so full of me, you will carry my scent for days," I murmur as the head of my cock finds his entrance. Slowly, I push my hips forward, watching his face for any signs of hesitation.

He whimpers as I stretch him, rocking against him and putting pressure on his hole until he loosens enough to take me. An inch at a time, his tight warmth surrounds me, and my eyes roll back in pleasure as I slide all the way in. "Fuck, you're tight," I gasp, enjoying the way his body presses around me.

"It's been a while," he admits, breathy. His cheeks are fully red now, and he looks so goddamned fuckable that I have to remind myself to give him time to adjust.

"You're so perfect," I murmur, finding his gaze again. Red curls curtain over his eyes, and I reach up and brush them aside, those hypnotizing green eyes boring into mine. "Now, be a good boy and brace yourself, love."

I pull all the way out and push back in, and his eyes widen as he calls out. The obscene amount of spit on his ass from where I ate him out means I move easily inside him. The slick sound of our bodies fills the room, merging with his moans and incoherent whispers. Fingernails pierce my back, short ones that dig trenches into the skin, with a sting that tingles down my spine.

My lips drop to his throat, teeth scraping along his neck as he claws at my back. His scent is heightened here, rainwater and sweat, and my hips pump faster as I suck the delicate skin into my mouth. "Cas!" he gasps, breathy, while his pulse fires under my tongue. "You'll leave a mark!"

That insatiable beast inside me purrs at the thought.

"Exactly." My voice is muffled against his skin as I draw harder. "You will smell like me, carry my mark on your skin. Everyone will know that you are a filthy little thing that belongs to me. That you are mine."

The only response is another whimper, and I thrust so hard that the headboard bangs against the wall. Heat forms in my core as the ball of tension grows, spreading through my lower body and spidering along my nerve endings. My back arches up as I grab onto the wood of the headboard, and his head digs into the bed as his mouth falls open, hips rolling against mine faster.

His cock is hard as granite and red, slapping against his abs with every thrust. A small pool of excitement sits on his stomach, and I love the fact that he's a leaky, needy thing.

"Cas," he gasps, his motions becoming frantic as his eyes squeeze closed. His hands slide down to his cock, jerking himself while he grinds against me. He's pulling the last bit of friction, taking it for himself and using me for his pleasure.

God, he can fucking have it all.

"Let me," I rasp, swatting his hand away from his cock with one hand still on the headboard. I fist his cock and stroke in time with the roll of my hips, and he's a whimpering mess as his shoulders push into the mattress.

"Cas, holy fuck… Cas! "

"That's it," I purr as his cock erupts, spraying over his stomach while it beats in my hand, and he continues to shout my name as his fingers fist the sheets, knuckles turning white as he comes. For a moment, I float as I let go of the hold on my body, until release shoots up my spine and down again, tension wringing from my muscles at once.

"Fuck," I grunt as my cock pulses inside him, the warmth of my release filling him as the headboard slams in time with my thrusts. Heavy, draining throbs wrack through my whole body, and as I pump through the final moments of my climax, cum leaks out from around my cock, spilling over his skin.

As he slackens, I slow down, still enjoying the lingering shudders of the orgasm as the last echoes ripple through my body. He gives a contented hum, followed by a deep exhale as I capture his lips. We're sticky and messy as his cum smears between us, but there's no hesitation as he opens for me, sliding and twisting his tongue with mine as I canopy over him.

A low, deeply amused chuckle rings out from the door, and Rory's eyes fly open. We both twist to find Amon standing there, leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed.

Rory gives an adorable little peep as I stare at Amon, his gaze roaming over my body and then what he can see of Rory's, before he meets my eyes with a tiny raise of his brows. "What…" Rory stutters, and I turn back to his shocked face. "How… how did you get out of the attic?"

Amon laughs again, a deep, throaty thing, and pushes off the doorframe, taking a few steps closer. "My dear, sweet human… I couldn't leave if you didn't allow me to." Another step and he's beside the bed, his fingertips gliding up the bare skin of my thigh before drifting over my ass, making me shudder. "I can only be here if you want me here."

His huge body slides over mine, the mattress dipping under his weight as he presses his chest against my back, cock resting against my ass. He leans over my shoulder, nipping at my ear before turning his attention to Rory. "So, tell me, sweet human… do you?"

"Do I what?" he whispers.

Oh, that smirk and the trouble it brings.

Amon takes his time as he bites my shoulder, soothing it with a kiss before focusing every ounce of his intense energy on Rory. "Do you want me here?"