Page 16 of Demon’s Desire (Lovers of the Damned #3)

He was losing it. No one ever got to him like this. He didn’t understand. There was no reason to be embarrassed that he’d come over. Other people’s opinions didn’t matter. He owned his desires. Did what he wanted.

Nico shook his head, huffing like he was disappointed. “Don’t call me stupid, Onyx. It’s rude.”

Onyx’s eyes burned. “Like I care.” He didn’t. Nico’s disappointment was nothing. It didn’t make the burning in his chest worse. Didn’t make it harder to breathe.

“I think you do.” Nico stepped closer until they were almost touching. “I think you care a lot. You’re just being a brat about it.”

Onyx tensed, fists balling up. “Fuck you.”

Nico shrugged a shoulder. “Fine, fuck me, but I’m not wrong. You want me to challenge you. That’s why you act like this.”

“You think you know anything about me, you arrogant asshole? Hell, I can’t stand you!” Onyx was close to screaming, but he couldn’t stop. His fury rose like a tidal wave.

Nico remained maddeningly calm. “Mmm, more vague insults. Is that all you’ve got? Nothing real to say? You want me angry so you’ll get a reaction. So you can figure out what I’ll do to you when I’m mad. You’re practically begging me to teach you a lesson.”

It was true on so many levels. Onyx spluttered, blood heating with something other than rage. He imagined Nico disciplining him like he deserved, and his core tightened even as he tried to deny the pleasure coursing through him.

But Nico wouldn’t teach him a lesson. Not the way Onyx wanted. In a way that showed he cared. Nico didn’t mean it like that. He’d write Onyx off and forget about him, proving his concern was as fake as everyone else’s.

Nico loomed over Onyx. “You can’t come into my house and insult me, Onyx. I won’t allow it.”

Onyx found his voice, but it came out breathy and strained. “Y-you can’t stop me. I’m a demon.”

“That’s true.” Nico gripped Onyx’s chin between his thumb and forefinger and tilted it, forcing their eyes to meet. “But I think you want me to punish you all the same. Spank you for being such a brat.”

Onyx whimpered. It slipped out before he could get a handle on himself. Fuck, he was so lost. How had he gotten here? He’d never wanted anything more than for Nico to bend him over and punish him. To care enough to not walk away.

Nico stroked his thumb along Onyx’s jaw. “That’s what I thought. Your eyes are so wide and hungry. You don’t want to be left alone at all.”

“No,” Onyx whispered. He didn’t want to be left alone. He wanted to be here. He wanted Nico to make it all better.

Onyx liked to submit. He’d been disciplined countless times, in all imaginable ways, but he’d never needed it like this. It was terrifying. “You can’t spank me. You wouldn’t dare.”

“Wouldn’t I?” Nico grinned like he was the predator out of the two of them. The one with all the power.

In a sudden movement, he grabbed Onyx around the middle and hoisted him over his shoulder.

Onyx yelped. “What the fuck! Put me down.”

Nico chuckled and carried Onyx across the small room and dumped him on the couch.

The indignity! Onyx fumed. He tasted smoke, pulse thumping and cock hardening behind his jeans. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

“Teaching you a lesson about coming in here unannounced and taking shots at me. I don’t care if you’re a demon. That shit doesn’t fly.” Nico sat on the couch, grabbed Onyx’s hand, and pulled.

Onyx struggled. He could get away if he really wanted to.

He was far faster, stronger, so much older it wasn’t even funny, and had more magic than any witch.

The power imbalance between them was vastly in Onyx’s favor, but that wasn’t what this was about.

Not what was important. Nico drew Onyx close like he had every right to.

Like Onyx belonged to him, and Onyx gave himself over.

In a few quick motions, Nico had Onyx laid over his lap. Nico’s harsh breaths filled the air and Onyx could hardly think past his aching cock.

Nico placed a hand between Onyx’s shoulder blades, the other on his ass. He had to feel how hard Onyx was. Nico’s own arousal pressed firmly into Onyx’s hip. Nico’s hold on him tightened. “Do you know the traffic light system?”

“W-what?” Onyx’s brain struggled to catch up. He was a ball of crackling need.

“Red, yellow, green. For—”

“Please,” Onyx cut him off, bucking his hips. Nico held him firm. “I’ve been playing like this so long the reality would boggle your mind.”

Nico chuckled, the condescending prick. “All right then. Color?”

“Fucking green, witch.” Onyx glared over his shoulder, eyes burning so fiercely the whites had to be completely obscured with blue flame. “Try me.”

He couldn’t believe he was here, that this was happening. Nico should have thrown his rude ass out and told him never to come near him again.

But Nico looked wrecked in the best way, his dark cheeks flushed, eyes sharp with determined focus. His gaze drilled into Onyx like nothing else mattered. It wasn’t true, but the illusion broke Onyx. Fuck, he wanted to matter to someone.

Nico brought a firm hand down on Onyx’s covered ass, the slap muffled by denim. “Don’t tell me what to do.”

Onyx’s breath whooshed out. The sting wasn’t enough, but it promised more in a way he couldn’t let go of. He buried his face in the couch cushion and squirmed, rubbing his erection against Nico in a half-hearted attempt to get away.

Nico’s hand slid from between his shoulder blades to the back of his neck and gripped, holding tight. Onyx whimpered, unable to hold the sound in. “No, I don’t think so. You aren’t going anywhere. Pull your pants down.”

Nico was making him do it? Fucking dick. Somehow, that was so much more humiliating. Onyx shouldn’t obey. He should snap back. Nico probably expected him to, but all Onyx could do was lift his hips and undo his jeans. He pushed, struggling to get them over his hips.

Nico helped him, dragging his jeans and boxer briefs down to mid-thigh, leaving Onyx’s legs trapped in the fabric. Onyx settled back onto Nico’s lap, bare cock pressed between them.

“That’s better.” Nico patted Onyx’s exposed ass.

Onyx shivered. The touch was too gentle, making him aware of how vulnerable he must look, spread over Nico, clothes disheveled, his hard dick leaking onto Nico’s jeans.

Nico ran his hand over Onyx’s lower back, pushing his shirt up and exposing him almost to his shoulders.

Nico sucked in a breath, then his fingers trailed over Onyx’s tattoos.

His back was almost completely covered by his inked wings, and Nico seemed fascinated, tracing the feathers and sending sparks across Onyx’s skin.

Nico’s fingers found Onyx’s other visible tattoo, his tail wrapped around his hips. Nico traced the lines of the base, where it connected to Onyx’s spine.

“Fuck!” Onyx bucked his hips, pleasure flaring, and almost threw Nico off without meaning to. “I thought you were spanking my naughty ass, not giving me a massage.”

Nico’s open hand landed on Onyx’s ass with a satisfying smack. Heat flared and quickly faded. “What did I say about telling me what to do?”

“Seems to work out all right,” Onyx grumbled into the cushion, wiggling his ass. Immortal healing was a bummer at times like this, making every slap not quite enough, his magic soothing the sting away.

“Brat,” Nico growled, tone disorientingly affectionate. “You like pushing me, but I think you’ll like being good even better.”

“Not fucking likely.”

A second smack landed on Onyx’s other ass cheek. He hissed, pushing into the burn before it faded.

“It’s going to take some work to get this bottom nice and pink, but I think I can manage,” Nico rumbled, voice dropping low with lust.

Yes, please. Onyx squeezed his burning eyes shut as another wave of embarrassment hit him. He couldn’t help rubbing against Nico, his cock so hard it hurt.

Nico leaned closer, whispering, “I’ll do whatever it takes to make you be good for me.”

Onyx let out another pathetic whimper, rolling his hips.

Nico muttered a spell, and Onyx’s attention sharpened. It had been a while since he’d done anything like this with someone from the magic world.

Nico’s open palm landed on his ass with a loud crack, harder than his previous blows. Onyx moaned into the couch, rubbing his cock against Nico’s lap as his skin stung, heat rising. The burn lingered, and the air in the apartment was suddenly cool on his exposed rear.

Before the sting faded, Nico’s hand struck again in the same spot. Onyx yelped. Nico’s spell must affect his blows, counteracting some of Onyx’s healing and allowing him to enjoy this as if he were a witch or a human.

“Fuck,” Onyx panted, muscles going lax from head to toe.

“You like that?” Nico teased, rubbing Onyx’s stinging ass cheek.

“What do you think? Don’t make me say green ag—ugh.” A smack landed on his other cheek.

“This is a punishment. You aren’t supposed to like it, so stop rubbing off on me. Sit still and take it.”

Onyx’s cock throbbed but he did exactly what he was told.

Right now, Onyx believed that nothing mattered to Nico but punishing him for being a rude little shit. Onyx was Nico’s whole world, even if only until the spanking was over and they got off the couch.

This was what Onyx needed, what he’d been craving. He was grounded, spread like an obnoxious brat across Nico’s lap, and could almost believe the hollow, lost feeling inside him had been banished forever.

Nico’s hand came down again, cracking against Onyx’s flesh. He smacked him three times in quick succession, the burn building, leaving no time for Onyx to relax between blows. Onyx’s eyes stung. He hadn’t been hurt this good in so long.

Nico rubbed his stinging ass and hummed. As Onyx’s muscles unclenched, he smacked him again.

A moan tore from Onyx’s throat, but he didn’t grind his hips. No matter how much he wanted to.