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POE

“ W hat are you doing, little sweetie?”

Beau looks up at me and blinks with the confidence of someone that let his impulsive thoughts win and has no idea what to do now. I want to pull that abused bottom lip from his teeth, but I doubt he’d appreciate me putting my fingers in his mouth.

“Dunno, but felt right.” Beau shrugs and wiggles in my lap. My lap which spreads his legs wide and his cock strains against those little shorts. His eyes go wide. “Oh! But I should have asked first.” He starts to slide off and I drop my hands to his hips to hold him in place.

“Don’t move.”

Beau shivers and nods. “Feel better?”

“Much.” There’s something about his slight weight in my lap that soothes away everything . Just like when we slept last night with him in my arms. It’s like all wrongs are righted. I want to keep him with me always, but he can’t stay cooped up in my house in the demon realm. He needs to fly, and that’s why when the storms are over, I have to let him go. But until then, I can claim him, right?

Beau’s hands press to my shoulders as his eyes take me in. “Are your horns sensitive?”

“Very.”

“Oh.” He looks away even brighter.

“You can touch,” I offer. “No one around here will care.”

He leans in to whisper, “I want to lick them.”

I swallow. That wasn’t the response I was expecting. Neither is him lifting in my lap to flick his tongue over the tip of my left horn. My heart pounds and when he does it again to my right horn, he lingers. A moan escapes and my eyes flutter shut. I hold him closer and his hard dick presses against my stomach.

One of our phones buzzes, but I can’t tell which one it is. He wiggles in my lap and I’m not sure he notices. My hand goes to the small of his back.

“Let’s go back to my place, sweet. You can explore my horns better there.” I hadn’t realized how much he would affect me.

He nods, and in a blink we’re in my living room. Where it’s nice and dim, and fairly quiet. Tension I hadn’t noticed before leaves his body.

“Better?” we ask at the same time, making him giggle and press his face to my chest.

“Thanks for taking me,” he says.

“Anytime.” I can’t help it and brush the stray hair from his face. His hair is always flopping into his eyes, and it’s both endearing and frustrating. I want to always see his eyes.

Beau draws little shapes across my chest and looks away from me. “Sparkle’s a good dancer.”

“Maybe too good,” I grind out.

“Why did you call yellow?” Beau asks so softly I strain to hear it.

I take a long breath. “I didn’t like the jealousy coming to the surface. Yeah, I lied. I kind of wanted to rip the pretty kitty cat apart.”

“You can’t do that.” His fingers stop their explorations of my chest.

“Never. I promise. I didn’t think a lap dance between friends would bother me, but apparently I was wrong. I’m sorry.”

Beau rubs his head along my chest. “Of course.” He snorts before giggling again. “The growling was really hot.” He fans himself and leans in again. “You got me so hard.”

“I noticed. Should we do something about it?” I want to kiss him, but Beau needs to be the one to direct this.

He lifts a shoulder. “Maybe? But I wanna play with your horns some more. How sensitive are they?”

“Do it just right and you’ll make me come.”

“Can I make you come?” He goes back to nibbling his bottom lip. “Sorry, that was—” He starts to slide off again, but once more, I hold him to me.

“Only if I can kiss you first.” The words are out before I can even process what I’ve said.

“I’ve never been kissed.” He presses his fingers to his lips.

I can’t help the grin. “And you’ve made a demon come just playing his horns?”

He laughs. “No. No. I’ve never done anything other than playing with my toys.” His head goes down. “But I don’t think I’m ready for…” He waves his hand. “Anal stuff.” He’s so red.

I tip his chin so he looks at me again. “That’s okay. You don’t have to ever do anal and anyone that pressures you into it is an asshole.”

He snorts at that. “That’s what Sparkle says, too. But?—”

“No buts. Never let anyone pressure you into anything. Promise me.” I may not be what his heart truly wants, but I’ll treat him right as long as I have him.

“Promise.” He tips his head. “How do you kiss? I mean, obviously besides smashing our lips together.”

I grimace. “We do not smash our lips.” That might hurt him, and I’d rather jump off a building without my wings. “Okay, actually, sometimes it is a smash, but that’s not how I like to do it.”

“Show me.” He leans in, pursing his lips together and he’s so adorably ridiculous looking that my laugh bubbles out without permission.

“What’d I do?”

“Relax.” I cup the back of his head, and he melts into the touch with a happy little sigh. “You like being touched.”

“So so much.”

I thumb his bottom lip, lingering with my touch. “Do what feels good.” We stare into each other’s eyes and I get lost, forgetting what I’m supposed to do. So many emotions flicker through those windows to his soul.

“Kiss me, Poe.”

And I do. My first kiss in centuries and it’s the sweetest I’ve ever had. Beau’s mouth still tastes like his drink. He clings to me, hands fisting into my shirt. I want him closer and pull him in as tight as I can. Slowly, our mouths open. His tongue brushes against mine before he gasps and pulls away.

That endearing red is back in his cheeks and flushes down his neck. “I got nervous.” He laughs and I rub my thumb over his cheek.

“That’s okay. How was it?” Hoping he enjoyed himself as much as I did.

He sighs contently again. “Lovely. Better than I ever imagined. I liked it a lot . Maybe we should do it again? For experimental purposes. Did you like it?”

“More than you know. We can do it again just because we liked it.”

He reaches for a horn and I moan when he pulls me down to him.

His eyes darken. Our lips collide, and this time it’s more. There’s passion. He’s less shy and when our mouths open, his tongue seeks mine out. He giggles, but doesn’t stop the kiss and I shift him in my lap for better reach. His hand squeezes my horn, making my cock harder. I’m not ready to end the kiss when he pulls back. I trail after him and nibble his jaw, his throat.

Beau’s hips buck as he holds on to my horn while I kiss his skin over and over. One clavicle, then the other. But it’s the whimpers when I nibble at his ear that get me.

“You keep moaning like that, sweetheart, and I’ll come in my pants.”

“Everything feels so good, Poe. Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop.” He leans back as if to offer himself to me, making his crop top rise.

“I think this needs to go.” I tug the shirt off him with his help. Those pretty nipples are pebbled nubs and there’s no way I can keep my lips from them. Keeping eye contact, I flick my tongue across one. He cries out and clings to both of my horns.

Fuck . Beau is going to be the death of me. If I can’t capture his heart, his love, there’s no way I can go on. He’s everything I’ve ever dreamed of in a partner and I think he’s someone that can accept all my flaws even if I can’t.

Beau writhes as I kiss across his chest and down to his stomach. His erection is still trapped in his shorts, but neither of us moves to free him. There’s something fully erotic with us both still contained. His eyes flutter closed and I think he’s lost to sensation, other than his hands that work my horns as if he’s done it a thousand times.

“Baby—”

His eyes shoot open and he gasps. “Fuck,” he whispers just before he laughs and throws a hand over his eyes. Cum leaks under his waistband.

Before I can think too much, I bend down to lick him clean. He’s tangy and salty, so delicious on my tongue I want to drink him in. His eyes are so wide and he trembles beneath me, sucking in huge breaths. One hand still clings to my horn and with a twist of his wrist, I shout, messing my own pants.

I press my forehead to his as we both breathe each other’s air.

“Haven’t done that in a while,” I say while we both come down from the high. It’s been months since I’ve touched myself in pleasure. I’d even bought a toy from the human realm, but it hadn’t appealed to me like I thought it would. What I needed was someone, not a something, and my own hand was never enough when I craved touch.

Beau’s loose in my arms. His chest rises and falls so gently. It’s the most relaxed I’ve seen him since we’ve met. He’s so at peace I want to know how to keep him like this forever. In deed what has this little shifter done to me?

“It’s funny a little bit.” Beau pinches his thumb and forefinger together. “You’ve seen me naked and we’ve both… come, but I’ve never seen you naked.”

“Hadn’t thought of that. But we can remedy that if you’d like? We can hop in the shower?”

He nods. “I don’t want to have to peel these shorts off with dried cum.”

I hold him tight as I transport us to the bathroom. He drops to his feet, with me keeping him steady. We kick off our shoes and I strip for him, but before I can get my pants off, he hops into my arms and pulls me down for another kiss.

“I like the way your lips feel on mine,” he says when he pulls away. I’m not sure he knows what his words do to me. I’ve been alone for so long. Felt alone for so long. I may be a demon, but I’ve always craved a sweet partner. One I can pepper with kisses and take care of. One I can see a future with. One that can see beyond my past. Beyond my fuck up.

He pulls off his shorts and stockings in one go, revealing he went commando to the club. The thought makes me hard again. When I tug my belt through the loops, he moans and his hands are right there, working the button, then the zipper.

Beau drops to his knees to pull my jeans from me, dragging my underwear with them. His eyes go wide when my cock springs from its prison.

He licks his lips. “You’re very large. Sparkle?—”

I tug him back to his feet and press my lips to his, kissing away whatever he was about to say as we grind against each other.

I nip his ear, then lick the shell. “Maybe don’t bring up the cat when you’re looking at my dick.” There’s a laugh in my voice, so hopefully he knows I’m not mad.

Beau snorts. “He’s the only other person I can compare a dick in real life to and me and him are about the same size.”

Laughing, I pull us into the shower and turn on the water. It’s a blast of cold, leaving us shivering before the water heats. “Sorry about that, sweetheart.” I truly am. I always forget to let the water warm up before getting all the shower heads and jets going.

His teeth chatter as I work shampoo into his hair. He leans into me and moans when I massage his scalp. I may have broken the sexual tension, but I wasn’t ready for his perfect mouth on my cock.

“So sleepy,” he says quietly.

“Same. We’ll get washed up, then hop into bed.”

He faces me, but drops his gaze to the floor. “Can I sleep in your bed? I think it helped with my nightmares.”

“I’d love that.” We quickly finish our shower. Then I’m drying him with a big fluffy towel and he’s barely awake on his feet. I teleport us to my bedroom and I set him on the edge of my bed before I go find Berry. Beau is curled on his side, so I position him under the covers, put Berry in his arms, and wrap them both in mine. It’s not long before Creamsicle joins us and if I didn’t know any better, I’d think I was in paradise. But I don’t deserve paradise.