Page 30 of The Misfit Mage and His Devilish Desires (Diabolic Romance #3)

Bez

I helped around the shop over the next few weeks, finding myself drawn toward Wally more than usual. Since spilling his essence inside me, filling me with his power, sharing a piece of his very being, things had changed. Positive changes, but still too early to fully wrap my head around.

When close to him, like now, I found this humanity crawling beneath my skin. Not the same as the way I’d always felt when stuffed inside a mortal body. That sensation came with a gloved touch.

I went to the sparring room in the back of the store and trained these new feelings.

Now, everything carried this extra layer of vibrance. A breath inhaled. A stretch of my back. A flex of my muscles. Everything hit deeper, grounding me here and now. When I sniffed and the metallic odor of my fitness equipment made my nostrils flare. When I wiped the sweat pooling on my brow. When I swallowed the piece of caramel-coated panko popcorn that’d finally wiggled loose from my teeth. The human form was no longer a mere guise to gleam the mortal realm but a true extension of my being through and through.

That came from Wally.

This essence came from Wally, it linked me to Wally, but it was mine entirely. I couldn’t explain it. All the same, I understood it. At least I understood something about this essence.

Part of me contemplated calling Wally out of his study and shaking his stiff bones loose to spar with me. But since our last training match ended with Wally besting me in more than one way, I didn’t need him exploiting his advantage and understanding of the essence we shared. I decided to hold off on calling him in lest I end up pinned and pounded out again by a wicked, devilish mortal with an insatiable appetite.

I needed to work through the learning curve of this essence. It didn’t work the same way as Beelzebub’s had when connected to me. It altered how I used my own essence. It’d take time to adjust, but I looked forward to the journey.

Having eased into a nice warm-up with the basics, I decided to move into something more advanced. Summoning primal elements in an enclosed space wasn’t Wally’s favorite thing. He worried too much about dusty old trinkets people had long forgotten about, but since he’d already warded the room with countless incantations just in case my training ever got a bit too destructive, I took full advantage and let loose a cascade of primal passion.

Once I’d unleashed a frenzy of elements, I let loose with my speed and zipped around, evading my own casual destruction as sigils popped with defenses meant to absorb or eradicate my attacks. It added an extra layer of training, endurance, education. I had to outsmart Wally’s wards and best my own chaotic casting while not actually ruining the sparring room or my host body.

After a few rounds, I worked on summoning my Diabolic features and maintaining them during my training. My tails flicked without snapping apart. My wings flapped furiously without losing feathers to the gale force I summoned. My claws slashed through every obstacle I encountered without retreating back into the cuticles of my mortal nails.

It seemed the devil essence had fully restored my own, rejuvenating me beyond measure, and every bit of training helped me cultivate a small understanding of what life had in store.

The day escaped me, training nonstop with no breaks and no need to stop, but when the setting sun hit the gem I kept on display, it created an irritating glare during my last round of cardio.

“How’d I do, old friend?” I panted, allowing the endorphins post-workout to course through this body. My body.

Remington’s ruby didn’t respond, though the shadows of deep crimson adjusted ever so, altering the lighting. I’d kept him close, placed upon a mantle for no one to view except me.

“I’d love to stick around, testing my limitations, but I’ve got a dinner to make.” I winked at Abe.

There was a satisfaction like none other, knowing his spirit found no peace as he dwelled there in the same way he’d imprisoned me. Forgotten.

“Hope you enjoyed this show as much as the one I put on for you last time.” I slapped my ass cheek. “I’ll be sure to give you all the deets on this evening. I’m enjoying dabbling in versatility, but I plan on railing the ever-living Hell out of Walter tonight.”

And step one came with the perfect dinner.

I excused myself from the store, which neither Wally nor Kell objected to, each lost in their own projects and incapable of tearing their eyes away to even acknowledge my comment.

After a casual flight home, I began to prep dinner. I’d done my best to pick something incredibly flavorful and very mortal-y, which seemed like such a waste of good ingredients. Still, this was a dish Wally rambled about regularly, and as far as mortal dishes went, I supposed it had some nice textures and tastes.

I kept the dish simmering a little longer than anticipated. I’d assumed I left room for Wally’s “just one more minute and then I’ll leave” antics, but he must’ve found himself entranced in a particularly exciting artifact this evening.

Finally, the loud clanks of the front gate unlocking indicated Wally’s arrival. I zipped around the table, setting everything up and casually taking a seat when he came inside holding a half dozen bags of trinkets to work on if he found the time.

He wouldn’t be finding the time tonight.

Antoninus hopped out of Wally’s hair and scuttled away to join Weather away from the dining room as agreed upon. He was even polite enough to whisk away Wally’s bags.

The aromas of tonight’s meal made Wally’s face light up with excitement.

“You got takeout.” He nodded approvingly. “And you made it fancy.”

“I didn’t get takeout. There isn’t a place outside of Seattle that makes these fritter thingys.” I pointed to a crispy fried squid Wally loved—bizarre since they tasted much better raw and covered in chocolate as opposed to grease, but to each their own.

My recipe came from some of Wally’s favorite takeout dinners he had longed for since leaving his home to be with me.

“You made Pad Thai and red curry from scratch?”

“And so much more.”

Wally stared at the assortment, eyes fixed on the crunchy spring rolls. “How’d you make all this?”

“I cooked it, obviously.”

“Since when do you cook?”

“I cook all the time.”

“Yes, but this looks…normal.” He sniffed, nostrils flaring as he searched the lingering aromas for every ingredient. “You didn’t add anything…well, Bez-like.”

“Ugh, the restraint that took.” I groaned.

“Are you not eating?”

“I’m eating.”

“Yeah, but you never cook normal stuff.” Wally squinted with suspicion. “What’s the special occasion?”

I had no intention of telling him, so I smirked, silently staring back as he chuckled. That laughter began lightheartedly but quickly evolved into something with an edge of anxiety.

“Wait. What is the special occasion?” he asked, frantically mumbling to himself. “What is today’s date? What have I forgotten?”

“You haven’t forgotten anything, Wally,” I replied.

“No, there’s something. You’re not telling me something. What’s going on? Is the essence reacting poorly?” Wally tugged his curls. “This is my fault. You’re eating human food because I broke your terrible tastebuds. I’m so sorry.”

“First off, I eat human food all the time. You make me sound like Weather with his puppy chow and fire rocks.”

Walter grimaced. “I mean…”

“Secondly, I’m not broken. I’m happy.”

“Because there’s something special about today?” he asked with his brows raised, searching my expression for the slightest reaction.

“You’re impossible.” I sighed. “There’s nothing special about today’s date. Nothing yet, anyway.”

With that, I slid out of my seat and dropped to one knee.

“I was hoping we could change that.”

I’d hoped to share this news with him after dinner like I’d rehearsed, but Wally’s beautiful hazel eyes widened and washed away my desires. All I wanted was to see him happy in this moment.

“We talk about eternity all the time, and I want to make that commitment official. I want to scream my love for you in front of everyone.”

“Yes!”

“You didn’t even let me finish.”

“That’s what she…never mind.” Wally giggled.

“I had a whole big speech. There were drafts and papers, and the bug helped me practice.”

“And I wanna hear it all. I wanna listen again and again and again.” Wally fell to his knees in front of me and pulled me into a kiss.

“You know I cooked and everything?” I panted between kisses.

“And it looks delicious.” Wally ran his tongue along my neck and nibbled. “But I’m only hungry for one thing tonight.”

He squeezed my ass, not so subtly indicating where he planned to redirect this evening. I’d had the same plans but after food. After my full speech. After making Wally gush like a weepy little bitch overjoyed by the proposal.

Instead, I found myself entangled in his embrace, locked in fiery kisses and grinding against his body. Not that I was complaining.

Fuck this felt great. The whole thing. The kissing. The shared essence. The synced sensations. The devilish nature unlike any other before. The eternal commitment to Wally. Wally. Everything with Wally. I wanted this feeling forever and ever and ever.

His lips were soft yet rough, consumed by the passion of this moment yet already adrift. I pressed my body against his, allowing the friction of our firm muscles to steer him back to the task of carnal pleasures. And he reciprocated, but the taste of his lips came with the bitter note of distraction.

As much as I loved the highs, there were other pieces to our relationship I’d grown to love, even if they weren’t my favorite parts.

I paused, taking a breath so I could breathe him in. His scent. His happiness. His quirky little obsessive brain.

“Your little hive of a mind is already planning things, aren’t you?”

“What? No. Okay. Maybe. Just venues.” He smacked his lips against mine, rough and wordy. “Those book years in advance; I wanna decide on the best location.”

I could spend a million years listening to him talk about anything and everything in existence. Excessive details. Meticulous notes. Fascinating anecdotes. I wanted all of it. But right now, I wanted Wally’s lips. His mouth. His body. His touch. His satisfaction.

I grabbed him by the waist and rolled on the floor, sweeping him into a heavy make-out session, running my fingers against his skin, sending a slight jolt of electricity to elicit arousal.

“Where were you thinking of having this?” Wally asked. “Here? Or were you thinking a destination wedding? I guess anywhere would be a destination wedding, depending on who we invited. I should probably invite my family. Do you think my family would attend? I wonder if the Collective would allow them to attend a devil wedding. Obviously, not my mother. Not that she’d be on the invitation list. Oh, I need to craft some invitations. There’s some amazing incantations to create biodegradable confetti. Delightful and environmentally friendly. It can also be turned into a mulch, which is good for woodland Mythics in nearly any ecosystem.”

I lay back, surrendering to Wally’s unstoppable chatter. He didn’t even notice, prattling on and making a mental checklist of things he wanted to look into. I unzipped my slacks and fished out my cock, playing with it. Still nothing, which made my erection wane.

“You’re oblivious.”

“Huh?” He turned and stared at my dick. “Dammit. I didn’t mean to get distracted.”

I played with the head of my cock, rubbing the precum on my thumb.

“It’s that mouth of yours, always running wild.” I teased him, pressing my sticky fingers on his lips. “I think we need to occupy it, fill it with something far more satisfying than words.”

He leaned forward, licking my shaft. A slow, seductive move while he kept his eyes locked on mine. “To be clear, though, words are quite satisfying. I mean—”

I rammed his head down onto my cock and savored the gasp as he choked all the way to the base.

“That’s better.” I grabbed a fistful of curly blond locks and forced his head up and down.

He planted his hands on my thighs, squeezing them to steady the bob of his head. His eyes watered the deeper I pushed my dick. I pounded faster into his throat, making him gurgle and gag and groan, which only made me wanna ram my dick in again and again.

“You fucking love it.” I used both hands to control his head as I thrust upward, face fucking him. “Once I wear out that throat, I’m gonna fuck that adorable little ass of yours until the only words you speak are my name.”

Wally took that as a challenge, attempting to move his head at the same swift pace of my control, an entertaining sight. I moaned as I continued bucking forward, smacking his face with my lower abdomen each time I shoved my cock into his tight throat.

“I can do this forever,” I growled. “And I plan on just that.”

My cock throbbed, closer and closer with each stroke. Wally grabbed my ass cheeks and squeezed them while holding the entirety of my cock in his mouth.

He twisted his neck just enough to tease me, continuing to bring me closer and closer until I came.

“Fuck.” I slapped the back of his neck, holding him in place as I filled his mouth with my cum. “Swallow.”

He obeyed, his Adam’s apple bulging as he gulped.

“Good boy.” I released him, and he crawled forward, kissing me.

I tasted what remained of my cum in his mouth.

“Quick question.” Wally grinned, boyish and inquisitive and obnoxious. “Will we be Mr. and Mr. Alden? Will you be Bez Alden?”

I raised a questioning brow and scrunched my face. “Yuck. I don’t do last names.”

“Oh, going for the whole mononymous vibes.” He nodded, practically ready to give me a lecture on the qualifications for only being known by one name. “I dig it.”

“You’re still far too chatty.”

“I believe there was a promise of screaming.”

“More of a threat.”

“Yes, please.”

I tore at his clothes, watching him giggle and roll on the floor as I stripped him. Once I had him on his stomach with his ass exposed, I slapped it.

“Behave, misfit.”

“And what happens if I don’t?”

“Then I’m gonna have to teach you some respect.”

“You know I love a good lesson.”

I smiled down at him, playing with his cheeks and spreading them.

“I love you, Wally.”

“I love you too, Bez.”

THE END