Page 10 of Wreaking Havoc (Demon Bound #1)

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Sascha

S ascha knelt on Kai’s jacket, tucking his spent cock back inside his jeans, the sand that had made its way onto the fabric during his writhing prickling at his knees even through the denim.

He was barely holding himself up—he’d always been shaky after orgasms—but still, he needed this, more than he’d needed anything in a very long time.

It had been a stilted, toying hand job, hindered as Kai had been by Sascha’s restrictive clothing and their semipublic location. But his hand had been hot, his voice a silky croon, and even that much had worked Sascha up into an embarrassing frenzy.

He’d been trying so hard to resist, and now it was like Kai had opened the temptation floodgates, and Sascha was being swept away by his own desire.

Sascha kept his gaze intently on Kai as the demon changed back into his true form, not even allowing himself to blink. Even with his eyes wide open, the process was still so rapid it was hard for Sascha’s brain to process. The growth, the horns, the tattoos transitioning from stationary to their mesmerizing swirl. Kai’s eyes didn’t always glow, but they were glowing now.

He was beautiful. Otherworldly. And he wanted Sascha.

And fuck, did Sascha want him back.

Why do you shy away from your desire for me?

Sascha had answered the question as best he could. Bravery wasn’t his strong suit, and something about this…situation seemed to require it. Something about Sascha’s attraction that felt too big. Momentous in some way.

All Sascha’s previous relationships had been wholly superficial, attraction without connection. His family life was too complicated for anything else, for one. But Kai already held a little piece of Sascha’s soul hostage. How could they get more connected than that?

It was frightening. And while Sascha was no stranger to fear, this was a whole new kind to process. His heart was racing so fast it threatened to gallop right out of his chest.

But if Kai wanted to be brave for them both…

Sascha had already decided to trust him with his body when it came to healing. He supposed he’d have to trust him with the rest when it came to sex. Trust him not to let this thing between them grow too big for Sascha to handle.

He opened his mouth to speak, various pleas running through his head. Please don’t hurt me. Please don’t draw me in just to push me away. Please don’t crush me like a bug when you leave .

But Sascha couldn’t say any of that. So he said the next best thing.

“Take out your cock,” he ordered, making his tone as imperious as he could. “I want to see it.”

Kai flashed sharp teeth. “As you command.”

He lowered his trousers—the soft material much easier to manage than Sascha’s denim—and pulled out his cock.

And holy. Fucking. Shit.

Sascha swallowed, his mouth watering. “You really commit to a color scheme, don’t you?”

Kai’s cock was… Well, first of all, it was fucking huge. Had Kai really said if they weren’t on blasted sand, Sascha would be riding him right about now? Yeah, fucking right. That thing was not going to fit. No way, no how. Size queen card revoked. License expired.

And the size wasn’t the only difference from a normal human dick. It was blue, for one. A deeper blue than the rest of Kai’s skin, darkening to an angry violet at the bulbous tip. And it was…ribbed?

Sascha shuffled closer. Yep, those were ridges running along the length of it, like it had rings around it. Ribbed for my pleasure , he thought, with just a touch of hysteria.

And those ridges were pulsing in time with the beads of fluid leaking out of the head. The very large head.

Yeah, that thing is never fitting inside me.

“It will fit,” Kai told him silkily, alerting Sascha to the fact that he’d spoken out loud. Kai’s hand was circling the base, like he was offering his cock up to Sascha as a treat. There was no hair there—no body hair anywhere, Sascha realized.

“How would it fit?” he asked, more than a little mesmerized.

“Come closer,” Kai crooned.

Sascha dropped onto his hands, hovering over the monstrosity.

“Touch me.”

Sascha raised a hand and brushed it over the fluid beading from that dark, leaking cockhead. He gasped. “It’s…thick,” he murmured, rubbing his thumb and forefinger together.

Kai’s precum was a different texture than a human’s, thick and viscous, almost like…

“You have lube leaking from your dick,” Sascha accused.

An amused rumble emanated from Kai’s broad chest. He arched a dark brow. “How else would one mate?”

Of course. How else?

Sascha brought his finger to his mouth. In for a penny, in for a pound. He licked gingerly. Smoke and… He licked again. Spice? Whatever it was, it made his lips tingle.

A low growl had his eyes darting back to Kai’s. They were glowing even brighter than before. “Why don’t you taste it from the source, Sascha?”

“I was getting to that,” Sascha told him, a little peevish. He was usually better at seduction than this, but it wasn’t every day he was confronted with demon dick, okay? He deserved a little grace.

He lowered his head and licked at the tip, keeping eye contact with Kai all the while. Oh yes, definitely spicy. He closed his eyes and licked again, smacking his lips a little. They were tingling so much now they were verging on numb.

“You toy with me.”

Sascha opened his eyes, narrowing them at Kai. “Just getting my bearings, hot stuff.”

He hid his grin as Kai mumbled the words hot stuff to himself.

Well, hell. Fortune favored the bold and all that. Sascha sucked the head of Kai’s cock into his mouth. Just that much had his lips stretched tight. Good God, he was going to need to make good use of his hands with this one.

He popped off and spread the leaking precum all around the shaft, getting it slippery. The ridges felt nice against his hands, his palms starting to tingle too.

Once it was all appropriately slick, and Kai’s growl had become a constant, low rumble, Sascha took the tip back into his mouth. He tongued around the head, sucking gently, gratified when that growl turned into a groan.

He smiled around his mouthful. Okay, he could do this. He hadn’t trained himself to deep throat for nothing.

He hollowed his cheeks as best he could, sucking harder, and gradually started taking in more, until he could feel Kai at the back of his throat. It was easier than ever to let his throat open, that tingling, almost numbing sensation from Kai’s precum easing his efforts.

Sascha breathed through his nose and met Kai’s eyes again. They were heavy lidded and still glowing. Had he looked away from Sascha even once?

Sascha’s own dick pulsed, and he realized he was getting hard again, his poor cock trapped back in its denim cage.

And there it would stay, because this was definitely a two-handed job.

And Sascha was no slacker.

“You’re good at this, aren’t you?” Kai said softly, one hand reaching out to trace the stretched line of Sascha’s lips. “Taking me.”

What was he talking about? Sascha hadn’t even done anything yet. He started bobbing carefully, moving his head along Kai’s monstrous cock at the same time as he slid his hands along the shaft.

Kai hissed, his eyes practically boring holes into Sascha’s head.

Did the guy not need to blink?

Sascha’s lips and cheeks were already aching, but it was that good kind of ache. He closed his eyes, humming as he let himself do what felt right. Spit and precum dripped down his chin, and the texture might have been different from what he was used to, but the effect was familiar. Sascha had always liked this part—the messiness, the filth.

As he licked and sucked and swallowed around all that girth, the ridges started swelling under his hands. Sascha squeezed them as he stroked, rewarded with a grasp or growl or groan every time he did.

Fuck, how was he going to go back to sucking human dick after this? This was the blow job Olympics, and he was fucking crushing it. He couldn’t be sent back to regionals.

Was he doing sports metaphors right?

Distracted, he went too far, choking himself, and Kai’s hips bucked.

Sascha pulled off, glaring up at him. “Easy,” he chastised.

“I’m close, Sascha.” Kai must have been trying to look apologetic, but he just looked wrecked. On his knees in the sand with Sascha between them, his glowing eyes heavy lidded, his massive chest heaving.

“Then stay still and let me work, huh?” Sascha squeezed those ridges harder in warning, but that only made Kai groan.

“As you command.”

How did he manage to make that sound so cocky? But no matter, Sascha had a job to finish.

He bent back over, swallowing Kai down. And down. And down.

“ Fuck .”

It was the first time Sascha had heard Kai swear. He would have smiled, if his cheeks weren’t stuffed so full. He placed a hand on Kai’s thigh for leverage and with his other started stroking faster, squeezing Kai’s ridges harder, swallowing down on that head over and over.

He could feel the tension in Kai’s massive leg muscles as he held himself back from thrusting. But he did hold back. Following Sascha’s command, as he’d said.

Sascha moaned at the thought, and that seemed to do it—the ridges under his hand hardened and pulsed rapidly, and fluid erupted down his throat. He choked and spluttered, swallowing as best he could. There was more of it than he was used to, and more ran down his chin than made it into his throat in the end.

He came off Kai’s cock coughing and looked up with watery eyes. The expression on Kai’s face was something else, dazed and almost worshipful.

Before Sascha could ask him what his deal was—had he never gotten a blow job before?—voices came from their left, their words indistinct but definitely close.

There were people coming onto the beach.

“Holy shit!” Sascha scrambled to get his shirt on, rubbing the demon jizz off his face as he brought the fabric over his head.

He turned to glare at Kai—back in his human form already— just as an older couple came out onto the other end of the beach. “You said you would hear someone coming,” Sascha hissed.

“I did hear. But I wanted to let you finish.” Kai reached out, rubbing his thumb over Sascha’s chin. He smiled, and even without the pointed teeth, his grin looked wolfish. “You have a bit of something there, zaychik.”

Arrogant fucking demon.

Sascha had spent the rest of the afternoon in a strange haze as they wandered around the town. There wasn’t much to see or do, but he’d needed the extra time in the open air. If he’d been worried before, now he was absolutely certain the house wasn’t going to be big enough to hold them.

But eventually he hadn’t been able to delay any longer.

They’d stopped first at the grocery store and grabbed a restock of microwave dinners and a gargantuan bag of coffee grounds.

Sascha had never made his own drip coffee before (his New York apartment had an espresso maker, like any civilized dwelling should), but he’d seen a coffee maker hiding somewhere in the house’s kitchen, so…why not buy what would make the demon happy?

Or happier than Sascha sucking on his giant dick like a lollipop already had.

Because the dude was glowing .

Not literally, seeing as he was still in human form, but he was all broad grins and hearty laughs, constantly touching Sascha in a thousand little ways. A hand on his back. An arm around his shoulder. Brushing against his side.

It was bizarre. And not at all endearing.

Not. At. All.

Sascha sighed, placing a filter into the coffee maker. (Had he searched on his phone “how to make coffee in a regular-ass coffee pot”? Possibly.) He poured what looked to be a decent amount of grounds into it.

He’d known this was going to be a problem. It was part of why he’d been shying away from his attraction, trying to use his head for once. He just didn’t have the proper defenses for hot demons with huge cocks who said they were going to protect him, let alone hot demons with huge cocks who said they were going to be sweet to him.

Because Sascha had lied to Kai before. The men Sascha was into weren’t good to him, not in any special way. They treated him like a good fuck and a temporary meal ticket, and that had been working for Sascha just fine. Anything more would have put whoever he was fucking too close to his volatile family anyway. Sascha banged them good, dropped them eventually, and never thought of them again.

Hell, he never even thought of them the next morning.

It was just…easier that way.

But here it had been a whole afternoon since he’d gotten off, and Kai was standing so close in this kitchen that seemed too small for the both of them, giving Sascha all these tiny touches, and it was doing things to him.

Sascha pressed the button on the coffee maker, prayed for the best, and stuck his dinner in the microwave, taking a few steps away from Kai as he did so.

Only to have Kai immediately claim those few steps back.

Sascha shot him a wary look, but Kai only grinned, his teeth sharp once again. Whatever. Sascha rolled his shoulder experimentally, flexing his fingers. He’d been so focused on the hookup he’d almost forgotten: his arm was healed. By magic . Just the thought of it had him wanting to go to bed already. His brain just wasn’t made for processing such things.

The microwave dinged, and he grabbed his mac and cheese, sitting at the kitchen table.

Kai lowered himself gracefully into the chair next to him, wrinkling his nose. “What is that?”

Sascha glared at him. “My dinner.”

“If we were in the demon realm, and you were a demon, I would bring you a fresh kill every night,” Kai told him. He said the words while staring pointedly, like they were supposed to mean something.

“And if we were in New York, I’d be out having a ridiculously overpriced but perfectly cooked steak.” Sascha swallowed a bite of the gluey mac and cheese. “But those are two big ifs, aren’t they?”

“Yes.” Kai hummed thoughtfully, taking his intense gaze off Sascha to look around the kitchen. “I suppose I’ll have to learn how to make human food.”

Sascha had no idea why, when he’d already told Sascha he didn’t eat it. But he no longer had the energy to parse through Kai’s strange musings. “Whatever floats your boat, big guy.”

“I have no boat,” Kai told him haughtily.

Sascha hid his grin with another bite of his mediocre dinner. It was time to change the subject—clueless Kai was too adorable for Sascha’s vulnerable heart to handle. “So how did you get put into that Book in the first place? Were you, like, captured?”

Kai stopped his perusal of the kitchen to frown at him. “To be in the Book is a great honor.”

“You chose to be summoned?” Sascha couldn’t imagine. “You wanted to be put in the—what did you call it?—the Void?”

“I didn’t intend to be in the Void for centuries like that, but yes, I chose it.”

“Why? The great honor?”

Kai hummed in thought. “Restlessness.” His brow furrowed. “And power, perhaps. When the last contract is finished, when you have a thousand pieces of human soul, you return to the demon realm with quite a bit of it. Your strength grows, as does your reputation. I was young and hungry for more. And…curious, I suppose. It’s the only way to spend time in the human realm, via contract.”

“The only way?” Sascha remembered something. “And you said this is your last contract.” His stomach twisted. There it was. The other shoe dropping. After Kai finished his contract with Sascha, he would leave, and he wouldn’t come back.

Kai scooted his chair closer. “Well, there is —”

Sascha’s phone dinged.

He held up a finger to Kai—any more of this particular conversation and he wouldn’t be able to stomach the rest of his dinner. It was already sticking in his throat. Kai’s weird cum must’ve done something to his insides, because they were feeling all scratchy.

It was, predictably, a text from Ivan.

I do not appreciate being hung up on.

Sascha was a little surprised it had taken him this long to message. He must have been cooling down enough to communicate without threatening bodily harm.

Sorry. Bad connection , Sascha typed back. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Kai rise and pour himself a cup of the finished coffee. The mug looked ridiculously tiny in his massive hand.

Ivan’s reply was swift. You want my help, you’ll correct your behavior.

Anger ran through Sascha again, so hot and swift it almost burned. Ivan with his goddamn strings. Whose fault was it Sascha was in this mess in the first place?

His fingers were moving before he could stop them. Don’t fucking bother. I’ve found someone else to help me.

Sascha’s phone started ringing immediately. He turned it off, waving a middle finger at it for good measure.

Kai was watching him closely over his mug. “I can taste your rage, pup.”

“I don’t have rage,” Sascha told him wearily. He was suddenly so fucking tired, his head fuzzy and dull. “I’m not allowed to. So taste your coffee instead.”

Kai took a sip. His nose wrinkled. “This is not like what the baker made for us.”

“Is it better?”

“No,” Kai answered mournfully, staring into the cup. “It is not better.”

Sascha almost laughed, but what came out instead was a sigh. He pushed his half-finished dinner away. “I’ll try again in the morning. I’m tired.”

“What of the Carusos? The family of your enemies? Should we not begin searching for them?”

So you can leave me sooner? Sascha almost said. “In the morning,” he promised instead, rising from the table.

“All right.” Kai set his cup down and made to follow Sascha.

Sascha paused his steps. “What are you doing?”

“Following you to bed.”

“You have your own room.”

Kai frowned at him. “But I don’t want my own room.”

Sascha rubbed at his eyes. “What do you want, then?” If Kai was going to ask for a repeat performance of their time at the beach, Sascha was going to tell him to fuck right the hell off. He was no longer in the mood for sexy shenanigans with unattainable demonic entities.

But of course Kai refused to be predictable. “I wish to hold you as you slumber,” he said firmly. “I’ll sip on the rage you claim you don’t have. You’ll sleep better for it.”

Sascha stared at him from between his fingers. Sure. Let a demon hold him as he slept so said demon could literally drink his emotions. Why the hell not?

But of course he was going to say yes. Sascha couldn’t remember the last time someone had really held him. He was tired and weak, and he wanted a goddamn cuddle, even if that cuddle included weird demon bullshit.

“Fine,” he huffed, trying to sound put out about it. “Come along.”

“As you command.”

Kai kept saying those words, but Sascha was more than aware he wasn’t the one running this show. He could only hope Kai knew what he was doing.

Sascha sure as hell didn’t.