Page 1 of The Misfit Mage and His Devilish Desires (Diabolic Romance #3)

Wally

Bez bucked against my hips, resistant and clearly a bit uncomfortable beneath me. I didn’t mean to be so rough. This wasn’t exactly a position I was used to. With my legs wrapped over his thighs and my arms tucked under his, I held Bez in place. This was the first time I’d been on top. As he fidgeted, I steadied my hold over him. Pulling my arms up while I kept them wrapped under his and pressed to the back of his head. It forced his back into a deeper arch.

I wanted to run my fingers through his shaggy black hair, play with it, tease him a bit by grabbing a fistful all the way to his neon orange roots. But Bez was already squirming, and something told me he wouldn’t react well to me yanking his head back like he did to me a thousand times over. No, that was something I enjoyed—even when I didn’t.

I pushed all my weight down and pinned him to the soft floormat. Bez bucked again, but it did nothing with my thighs squeezed over his. His muscles tensed, yet the warm skin of his back remained soft when pressed against my chest. When he flexed his arms, though, the muscles constricted against mine, and then he stretched them as far out as he could; his fingers gripped the matting of the floor and ripped through it once his essence transformed his human fingers into their more demonic claws. It didn’t help steady his position beneath me, merely a defiant need to resist. Bez grunted, biting back a feral groan.

Was I hurting him? I didn’t want to hurt Bez, but this felt too good. I couldn’t relent, not when I was this close to… I sucked my teeth, taking in a deep breath of all the Mythic residue in the atmosphere. It strengthened my body, fueling the mana my mortal coil contained, and sparked the devil essence that’d become entwined to my very being on a cellular level. The more magic I fed into the Diabolic power, the more it surged through my veins, strengthening me.

“Walter.” Bez ground his teeth so hard the crunch snapped in the air. “You probably think you’re hot stuff right now, don’t you?”

“Don’t ruin this for me, Bez.” I sighed. “You’re gonna ruin this for me, aren’t you?”

And just like that, one of Bez’s tails coiled around my throat and whipped me back, pulling me off Bez and knocking me to the ground. In a flash, Bez darted on top of me and pinned me to the floormat.

Fuck. Between his arms, his legs, and his three tails, I couldn’t wriggle loose for the life of me. Bez loved it. His heart pounded against my chest, faster with each second that passed, which made mine speed up, desiring to match his rhythmic pace. It was one of the few things I’d mastered purely on instinct, hence why we trained like this so I could navigate all my powers and learn to hone them at will.

I didn’t understand how wrestling was going to help me improve my Diabolic abilities, but I really enjoyed the homoerotic positions we found ourselves in each time. Plus, it was one of the few times Bez dressed down—no damn suit and tie. Only a pair of gray joggers that barely reached past his knees, and since he wore them baggy, they often left the deep V cut at hip bones exposed and the crack of his ass too. Not to mention, he always went with gray because he liked the way it framed his monster cock, though I believed some of that interest had to do with social media influence. He easily had a dozen gray sweatpants dick memes saved on his phone.

“Yield?” Bez grinned, cocky and carefree. But I could see him panting, using the Mythic residue around us to compensate for his state of exhaustion.

If I could summon my tail, I’d be able to break his hold around my throat. His tail coiled tighter, constricting my breathing—breathing I didn’t need but still had such a forced habit of taking. Or maybe I did need the oxygen. It was difficult to discern how much a mortal body fueled entirely by base insentient devil essence worked. How much of it was rudimentary based on my instinct and history, and how much was an actual requirement since the essence merged with me?

Bez thunked my head with the tip of his second tail while his third remained wrapped around my legs. “Gonna yield?”

My face burned from frustration and failure. “Yes.”

“Good boy.” Bez released me and leapt to his feet in a swift motion. He relished our sparring matches. And even though he darted throughout the training room at blurred speed, reassembling everything we’d knocked over, in a matter of seconds, I tracked his movements, each step like a collection of flickering still photos. Like a Claymation movie.

How come my senses worked automatically, observing the most minute details, but I couldn’t simply trigger other abilities?

“If it hadn’t been for your tails, I would’ve had you.”

Bez rolled his eyes. “Unlikely. Though, I admire the effort.”

“I was closer this time.” Not really. I barely felt the essence stirring inside me. It was there. It’d been there for over a year now, circulating throughout my body and doing its own damn thing. That said, what I did control had managed to nearly overpower Bez. Sort of.

“Do you wanna know where you messed up this time?”

“Got confident?”

“No—well, yes, because obviously, you’ll never best me.” Bez flashed a grin and strutted back toward me now that he’d returned everything to its proper place. “You’re still internalizing your Diabolic abilities.”

Since Bez cut the devil essence from his being and poured it into me, he’d made it his mission to teach me how to cultivate and control its every whim and make the power bend to my will alone. That hadn’t gone great, no matter how much we trained or I studied—not that there was a Diabolic devil-taming manual lying around.

As Bez lectured about ways one feels their essence, I let my eyes drift around the training room. He wasn’t the best teacher, or I wasn’t the best student. Okay, that was a lie. I was an amazing student. Top marks in nearly all my classes from kindergarten all the way through college and my magic academy.

Seriously, I’m a rockstar student.

Well, except for implementing theory into practice. Gaining the devil essence and my inability to master it bogged me down most days like a constant reminder of the years spent trying to wield my mage magics.

“When we’re training, you need to let loose, stop thinking, stop holding back, and just focus on eviscerating your opponent.”

“And what happens when I do eviscerate you?”

“Cute.”

“Fine. What if I destroy your special training room?”

Bez scoffed, completely offended I’d make the accusation. This was his special room, too. He didn’t lift a finger to clean at home but made sure to take care of everything here, from combat tools, portraits, and furniture all the way to stocking the fridge daily. Even the intricate sigils that he’d taken the time to set up himself—a big shocker since he was so lax about magical maintenance—worked to contain our strikes in this area so they didn’t spill out into the store.

He probably would’ve built this at home, like a personal gym, but Bez knew me too well and figured most of my days would be spent at the Well of Wonders, where I studied and fixed rare artifacts all day, every day. He wasn’t wrong. Still wish he didn’t drag out his post-training lectures to eat into my entire break.

“Are you even listening to me, Walter?” Bez had his hands on his waist, and I found my eyes drifting along the muscles of his abdomen to the exposed happy trail leading to his crotch.

“Yes.” I stood up. “I just need to—”

“You need to learn how to manifest your Diabolic extensions at will. Wings. Tail. Claws.” Bez waved a dismissive hand at my desire to return to work and put an end to his post-training lecture. “Any of those could’ve and would’ve surely helped in maintaining your position.”

“Oh? You think my little cherub-sized wings would’ve kept you pinned?” I definitely added a heavy lilt of sarcasm to my question, but he’d mocked my tiny wings every time they’d randomly sprung out.

“Certainly. With a precise flap of those wings, mixed with the Pentacles of Power surging through your body—I mean, Walter, you could’ve summoned elements to strengthen your attack. You could’ve spread your saturation around the terrain, claiming this area as yours.”

I huffed. “Fine. The wings would’ve been useful.”

“Or your tail.” Bez used one of his own tails to tickle my chin while using a second to weave an incantation in the air. “They’re perfect for sneaky, delicate work such as drawing a swift spell to assist in whatever you need.”

The incantation glowed and suddenly knocked me off my feet. I grunted as I hit the floormat.

“Ow.”

“With mastery over the Pentacles of Power and access to Diabolic essence, you need to learn how to use them in tandem.”

“Yeah, yeah.” I dug my hands into the floormat, wishing I could shift my fingers into claws and slash the thin padding to ribbons. I mean, technically, I could. I knew a dozen incantations that’d offer me elongated claws for such a purpose. My mage magics worked just fine. “But after damn near eighteen months, I haven’t made an ounce of progress on my Diabolic abilities.”

I didn’t need to mutter the rest of my thoughts; Bez knew them.

“You’ll get there once we get you outta your own head.” Bez looked down at me, not with judgment—not like he was actually looking down on me, but more of a carnal gaze, a primal stare. Suddenly, he was slinking toward me with less of a lecture on his lips and more of a smirk. “But let’s be honest, your mind wasn’t on training today.”

“Well, there’s just so many orders I need to go through at the shop, and there’s a shipment of artifacts I need to catalog, plus I’ve still got to inventory—”

“I don’t mean work.” Bez knelt, crawling toward me on his hands and knees. “Your mind wasn’t there either. No, no, no. I could feel exactly which head you were thinking with while we trained.”

“Huh?” My face burned.

Bez swiftly circled me, his eyes locked onto mine one second, and then his smirk appeared in my peripheral the next. “Dirty little mage only had one thing on his mind.”

“I’m not sure what you mean.” I shivered when Bez’s tail caressed my neck, and then another wrapped around my inner thigh.

“I could feel your boner pressed against my ass.” Bez whipped around, straddling my waist and shoving me onto my back. “Sort of like this, well you were on top…momentarily.”

I didn’t usually get aroused by the idea of fucking Bez. I mean, I do , but not with me doing the fucking. The most thrust-happy I usually got involved his face or throat on occasion, and even then, I often preferred being the one in a satisfying position meant to satiate his needs. That brought me pleasure.

Yet here I was, getting hard as Bez rubbed against my crouch. I wrapped my hands around his waist, desiring to control the pace of his thrusts. He looked at me with this smoldering expression. The red of his irises expanded, pupils shrinking, and black veins highlighting the pinks of his sclera. Gods, when the pinks of his eyes got glossy ever so, I found myself even more enamored.

“Do you wanna fuck me, Walter?”

“W-w-what?” I bit my lower lip because I’d never fucked anyone. I mean, yes, I’d had a lot of sex with several different individuals in my lifetime, but I’d always known which position I preferred, and that hadn’t changed over the years.

“I can feel the urge.” Bez kissed me, his lips pressed so rough against mine, it distracted from my need to mumble, my need to fill the silence with words, because he’d filled the quiet with passion. “The desire in your hold.”

I strengthened my grip around Bez’s waist, one hand sliding down his joggers and getting a firm grip on his ass. Gods, what an ass it was too.

“The thrust as you fought to pin me,” Bez whispered, and when I went to speak, he nibbled on my lower lip, silencing me. “But if you wanna be in charge, you’re gonna have to be a bit more assertive.”

Bez slid off my waist in a blur and flipped me onto my stomach. Running his hands down my spine, the sensation of his claws tearing at the fabric of my shirt incited the deep arch of my back.

“I think you like me being in charge too much to show off that dominant nature in combat.” Bez pressed against me, slowly wrapping himself around me. His thighs squeezed against mine. His arms wrapped under mine. His face was buried in my neck, sharp jawline rubbing against mine before he bit my shoulder, then kissed it, then bit and licked and tore into my flesh just enough to provoke the essence to knock his teeth from my skin.

“Dominant?” I shook my head. “Sex and combat are completely different.”

“That so?” Bez ripped off my jeans and smacked my bare ass so hard my tail sprouted out and coiled around his arm.

The muscles of the Diabolic extension were unlike any other in my body. It was as if the tail had senses of its very own, from sight to sound to sensation. This piece of myself squeezed tighter against the flex of Bez’s bicep, like a serpent unyielding against a potential threat.

“Seems you still require a physical touch to enact your essence.”

Bez knew exactly how hard to hit me, more force than a playful slap, but not so hard he’d actually hurt me. Suppose there was probably a way to quantify that. Though I doubt I’d wanna extrapolate data on how to harness my abilities based on sexual kinks. However, I would like to test pain receptors to summoning power, but Bez often held back and still managed to always knock me on my ass. Or, in this case, leave me face down on the floor with my ass in the air.

“Someone’s lost in his head, thinking. Always thinking.” Bez kissed the nape of my neck gently.

“I can’t tell if you’re teasing me or taunting me or teaching me.”

“Why not all of the above?” Bez stopped resisting the grip of my tail, and eventually, I released my hold on him, but it continued twitching, smacking against the floormat, and asserting the Diabolic power within me.

“I take it we’re done training?”

“You’re gonna take something all right.” Bez chuckled, sliding down my body until his face rested at my ass. With his clawed hands, he spread my cheeks and spit on my hole.

I moaned when his tongue reached inside me, lathering me, soothing me, sending a warm, radiating charge through my entire body. A jolt of energy mixed with a surge of desire, yet I lay on the floor, completely stripped of clothing like putty in Bez’s hands, all for him to play with, to taste, to have his way.

Bez trailed his way back up with light kisses serving as his footsteps along my skin, then rested his cock against my ass as he lubed me up. I shivered at the cool liquid covering my hole and dripping down me. When had he grabbed it? He must’ve telekinetically—

“Fuck,” I moaned when he stuck his fingers inside me. It didn’t matter when he retrieved the lube, only that his touch felt so fucking good.

“Looks like my Worthless Walter has lost all his assertive energy.”

I growled, partially from irritation and partially because that fire hadn’t been entirely quelled. In a blur of fury and fighting, Bez and I rolled along the mat until he ended up on his back, and I straddled his hips.

“Remember, you’re only in charge because I like it that way.” I eased myself onto his cock, wincing as he entered me.

Bez locked his eyes with mine, the expression was subtle, but I could always tell when my own eyes had gone completely black. There was a curiosity in his gaze, along with caution and concern. Bez never wanted to lose me to the devil essence, which was why he spent so much time forcing me to master a power even he didn’t fully grasp after hundreds of years of containing it.

I pressed my hands against Bez’s pecs, fingers twisting into gnarled claws from the sudden thrust of Bez’s cock entering me. Each nail dug into Bez’s flesh, cutting through his demon essence. Blood dripped from his chest, yet he didn’t resist or fight or heal. Bez remained in the moment, lightly continuing his thrusts and motioning me to move my hips and sway to his pace. Taking a deep breath, I reminded myself, reminded every cell of my body that might’ve forgotten, that there was a pain that came with the pleasure of sex. This was not an attack; this was not a threat; this was exciting, enticing, exhilarating.

It took a moment, but my essence eased as my body adjusted to the length of Bez’s shaft, pumping in and out at a steady pace. The sensation made me shiver, desiring the throbbing pleasure that came with Bez’s fuck.

“Harder,” I gasped, finally retracting the bulk of my Diabolic claws, leaving only sharpened black nails and charcoal-dusted fingers.

Bez sat up, slapping his arms around my back and pressing our chests together as he pounded into me. His wings sprang loose, wrapping us in a cocoon of sex as we tumbled on our sides. Bez fucked me faster and harder. I panted, lost in the taste of sex in the air, the sensation of power radiating all around us.

“Let me hear you beg, Wally.” Bez nibbled my ear, teasing and tugging. “Tell me what you want.”

“Bez.” I bit my lower lip, fighting back the desire to answer because I didn’t want the pleasure to end.

Two of Bez’s tails wrapped around my thighs, forcing my legs wider. Bez kept one hand firmly pressed against my back, squeezing me closer, while his third tail reached around my neck and tilted my head. He wanted my eyes locked onto him with every single thrust. My cock throbbed as he gripped it with his free hand, jerking in motion with each pound.

I panted, holding onto the ecstasy that came with finishing. And as such, Bez continued edging me closer and closer to a climax before drawing back momentarily. This went on for what felt like forever. In reality, it was about ten minutes based on the wall clock that revealed I’d gone past my allotted break time.

“Bez,” I whined as he shoved the entirety of his shaft inside me before stroking my cock to completion.

I came hard, so hard my entire body convulsed while wrapped up by Bez’s arms and tails and wings. Incapable of containing myself, I wheezed as Bez stroked my dick, milking the cum out onto my stomach. The satisfaction in his gaze as he watched each pearl thread pool together and the head of my dick soften entirely in his fist.

Bez smirked. “Now that my little mage has been satiated, I think it’s time the demon gets his dues.”