Page 14 of Wreaking Havoc (Demon Bound #1)

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Kai

K ai picked Sascha up by the thighs—light as a feather, despite the solid muscle under Kai’s hands—and carried him to the bed.

While it wasn’t large enough for Kai’s demon form to sleep comfortably, it was still well sized and elevated enough to serve his current purposes. He would make do.

Because if Kai couldn’t be joined in a mating bond with Sascha—if his human wasn’t ready to accept the permanence Kai craved—then Kai would take the next best thing. He would join their bodies instead, burying himself as deep inside Sascha as he could get.

No mortal man would do for Sascha after he tasted what Kai could offer him. He’d be begging to keep Kai close. To bond with him.

Because only a mating bond would do.

Sascha’s illness had been…unacceptable, to say the least. It had instilled a fear in Kai he’d long thought himself incapable of, to see the vibrant man become so weak and listless.

And perhaps Kai had overreacted, calling the bloodsuckers forth to help (not that he’d known they were bloodsuckers at the time). But he’d seen many battles in the lifetime of his bargains and the illness that could follow. He’d seen fevers similar to Sascha’s take men within days.

Humans were weak; Kai had always known that. With their fragile bodies and corrupted hearts. Too easily conquered by the world around them. And while Sascha’s softness was part of his appeal—his tender emotions, his delicate features—it was becoming increasingly clear he could be taken from Kai at any moment.

Unacceptable.

Kai tightened his grip on Sascha’s thighs, reveling in the little gasp his touch elicited.

Sascha was staring up at him through pale lashes, his pink tongue darting out to wet his lips. “We’re going to…now?”

“Immediately.”

“But…” Sascha’s eyes trailed over Kai’s form, down to where his groin rested against Kai’s stomach. “I was serious before. That thing is not going to fit.”

“It will fit,” Kai insisted.

Sascha’s plump lower lip jutted out into a pout. Kai bent his neck to catch it between his own, tasting the remnants of honey and herbal tea. Sweet. So sweet.

It was only a moment—a brief touch of lips—before Sascha leaned back, peering suspiciously at Kai’s mouth. “How do I get in there without cutting my tongue?”

Kai grinned, flashing his sharp teeth. He knew how to bypass his own fangs. Sascha would just have to take it. “Open your mouth, pup.”

He expected Sascha to object, if only to be difficult, but he opened his mouth obediently, and Kai pressed against him, eager for another taste. When Sascha’s lips parted, Kai swept his tongue in, tangling with Sascha’s, exploring every inch of what he had to offer.

Once Sascha was gasping, grinding his growing erection against Kai’s stomach, Kai dropped him down on the bed, grinning at his indignant squawk.

“Strip,” he ordered.

“Bossy,” Sascha accused, not for the first time.

But Kai was unconcerned. Sascha liked him bossy. Every time Kai ordered him about, his pupils dilated, his breath hitching just slightly.

It made sense to Kai. He’d overheard much of Sascha’s talk with his brother (the bloodsucker Jay had briefly scolded him for eavesdropping, then given up and wandered off to eat more pancakes). It wasn’t just the violence of Sascha’s childhood that had wounded him—it was the neglect. Abandoned by the mother, sent away by the father under the pretense of protection.

Was it any wonder Sascha wanted someone’s full attention on him, even if that attention came with demands? He needed to be wanted.

And damned if Kai didn’t want him.

His cock plumped as more of Sascha’s skin was revealed with each item of clothing discarded. He was overwhelmed by the need to catalog every inch of Sascha’s body, to map it and claim it for his own. The angles of his collarbone, the soft swell and then dip of his stomach. There was so much Kai wanted to explore.

But it would have to come later. For now, stretching Sascha would take his full dedication. Kai had a point to prove.

They would fit.

Once Sascha was sitting naked at the end of the bed, Kai tossed off his shoulder plates before undoing his belt and lowering his own trousers.

Sascha’s light-blue eyes widened comically as he took in Kai’s cock, which hung heavy and full between his thighs. He nibbled on his lower lip, which was slightly swollen from Kai’s kisses. “You’re sure it’s going to fit?”

Kai cocked his chin. “Onto your stomach, zaychik.”

Sascha rolled over onto his belly with a put-upon sigh, but he immediately tilted his ass up into the air accommodatingly, for all his protests.

And Kai hadn’t missed the fact that Sascha hadn’t asked him to change into human form.

He grabbed a pillow and tucked it under Sascha’s hips, smiling to himself. Adventurous human, for one who claimed not to be brave.

An adventurous human with a plump bottom presented to Kai practically on a platter. He brought a knee up onto the bed for a better angle, then grasped it with both hands, squeezing hard enough for his claws to form little indents on the pale skin.

The sight was pleasing, but the talons wouldn’t do for his purposes. Kai let out a breath, his sharp claws giving way to blunt nails more similar to a human’s.

Sascha lifted his head from where he’d pillowed it on his hands to peer back at him. “I should have asked before—do we need protection?”

Kai frowned at him. Did Sascha think Kai had become careless? “My daggers are close at hand,” he reassured.

“What? No—I meant…” Sascha let out a breathless laugh. “You can’t give me diseases, can you?”

“My kind have no illnesses to spread to you.”

Sascha turned back around with a nod, after giving Kai’s daggers a sidelong glance. Kai softened his hold and parted Sascha’s cheeks. He stared for a long moment, even as his fingers itched to caress. “Why are you smooth here? Don’t human males have hair?” Sascha hadn’t had any on his chest either, for that matter.

“I wax,” Sascha told him with another little laugh. “Why, you don’t like it?”

Kai let out a low rumble. “I like it very much.”

He ran his fingers around the smooth skin of Sascha’s cheeks before dipping them into the crease. Sascha shivered when Kai’s fingers brushed over his entrance.

It wasn’t enough. Kai leaned in close, his nose touching soft skin, and swiped his tongue straight up the furrow.

“Mm,” Sascha hummed, craning his neck back again to smile at Kai. “How did you know? I love a good rimming. Nothing fingers can do that a tongue can’t do better.”

Did all humans talk so much when a demon was trying to seduce them? Kai gave him a stern look. “Hush, pup. Touch yourself.”

“ You hush.” But Sascha turned back around, his hand slipping under his prone body, presumably toying with his cock.

Kai tongued all around that smooth, hairless cleft, drinking in each of Sascha’s shivers and sighs, giving special attention to that puckered entrance. He softened it with his spit again and again before slipping the tip of his tongue inside.

“Oh!” Sascha jolted. “Your tongue’s pointier than a human’s.”

Kai growled, squeezing Sascha’s cheek in reprimand. “Don’t compare me to the humans you’ve fucked.”

Sascha giggled into his pillow. “Touchy, touchy.”

He was too coherent by far. Kai speared him more aggressively, feasting on him the way he craved, sucking and licking and toying at his entrance with determination. Sascha’s soft sighs turned to heavy panting, then to tortured moans, and finally to a rather high-pitched sort of squealing.

Eventually he thrust a hand back, batting at Kai’s forehead. “’M gonna—gonna come if you don’t stop.”

“Come if you like,” Kai told him smugly. “It will only be the first of many.” But he paused to lean back and admire his work anyway. Sascha’s hole was pink and puffy and open now. Even so, it wasn’t nearly enough.

But this was where Kai’s specific biology came in handy.

He stroked his own aching cock, gathering the slick precum on his fingers. He brought a digit to Sascha’s entrance, massaging his fluids into the tender skin there.

“Wha—ohhh,” Sascha moaned, his muscles tensing briefly before relaxing noticeably. “That feels…weird.”

Kai grunted in acknowledgment, rubbing more of his precum into the skin. “But good?”

“Really good,” Sascha sighed. “Really weird but really good.”

“My coital fluids have slightly venomous properties,” Kai informed him.

Sascha’s muscles stiffened once again under Kai’s hands. “Excuse me?”

Kai pressed in the tip of his finger, humming his pleasure when it slid in easily. “It works on the nerves, relaxing the muscles,” he said, his tone conversational as he rubbed against Sascha’s inner walls with more of his precum. “Like a mild paralytic. Was your mouth not numb when you sucked me?”

“I thought—” Sascha groaned as Kai crooked his finger. “Just—Spicy…”

Was his talkative bargain having trouble finding his words? Kai added a second finger. “Mm. It does have a spicy flavor, I’ve been told.”

“Don’t—Don’t talk—Oh God! Don’t talk about other people tasting your cum.”

“As you wish, pup.” Kai had a third finger in now, the glide smooth as silk. “How does it feel? Still good?”

Sascha’s answer was a long, drawn-out wail.

Kai paused, cocking his head. “Did you come, zaychik?”

“Of fucking course I did!” Sascha’s words were muffled, as he was now pressing his face firmly into the comforter. The tips of his ears were a bright pink.

“Good.” Kai continued with his task.

But Sascha immediately let out a weak, strangled moan. Kai paused. “Is it too much? Should I stop?” Perhaps his human’s fragile constitution couldn’t handle multiple orgasms.

“Don’t you fucking dare.” Sascha’s words came out in a slur this time.

Mm. So many new and interesting ways to trip up Sascha’s tongue.

Kai slipped in a fourth finger, the squeeze enough to make his cock pulse with need. He stopped to assess. It would still be a tight fit. But it would fit. And there would be ample precum to ease the way.

He stayed where he was for another moment anyway. He’d never seen such an enticing sight as this—Sascha sucking his fingers in like he was made for it—and Kai’s cock was acting accordingly, his ridges pulsing in a steady rhythm. He was eager to sheathe them in his human, to feel those inner muscles clench around them, milking him for all he was worth.

“Are you ready for me, zaychik?”

Sascha’s voice was faint, but his words were firm. “Get on with it already.”

Just as Kai had told him—he was a fierce creature at heart.

Kai took his cock in hand, gathering more of his natural lubricant. One last push of his fingers to coat Sascha’s passage, and then he lined himself up. Even with the substantial height of the bed, he had to keep his knees slightly bent to get the right angle. It would perhaps have been more practical if he were to revert to human form, but for his first time claiming Sascha, it was—for some reason he could not name—important to be in his true state.

He notched the head against Sascha’s entrance. “Relax, pup.”

Sascha mumbled something about “ you relax with a baseball bat trying to fuck you,” but he did loosen his muscles.

Kai pressed in, excruciatingly slow, Sascha bearing down to take him in. His human was full of pants and grunts and muffled curses, but his bottom remained tilted up, pushing back against Kai, giving as good as he got. Kai stroked his lower back, soothing him as he’d once soothed riled horses during a siege.

He smiled to himself at the thought—Sascha would hate that comparison.

When he was fully sheathed, he took a moment to admire the sight—Sascha’s hole a bright pink, bordering on red, stretched around the dusky blue of Kai’s cock. It was a thing of beauty, really.

He pulled out in a tight but surprisingly smooth glide, the venom of his ejaculate having done its work quickly, relaxing Sascha’s inner muscles.

Sascha turned his head to the side, revealing cheeks that matched the bright pink of his entrance. “Oh fuck . I can feel the ridges.”

“Mm,” Kai answered distractingly, his attention caught once more by the sight of his glistening cock sliding in and out of that stretched hole.

“I’m hard again. How am I hard again?”

Kai grinned wolfishly. “Because, sweet Sascha, my cock presses against all the right places. You’ll come at least twice before I’m done with you.”

Sascha managed to purse his slack lips into the semblance of a pout. “Don’t sound so smug.”

But Kai was smug. How could he not be? Sascha was taking him so well, his body accepting Kai’s perfectly, as if made for it.

Kai had known it would be this way. He was going to get Sascha addicted to fucking a demon. To fucking this demon.

He grabbed at Sascha’s hips, letting his talons grow, just to see the press of them into the soft, pale flesh there. Not enough to break the skin—not with Sascha’s aversion to blood—but enough to tease at the idea.

He picked up the pace as best he could with the tight fit, setting a steady rhythm that had Sascha pressing his face into the bedding again.

It wasn’t long before Sascha wailed once again, not quite as muffled as before. Kai growled his approval at another orgasm from his partner.

Sascha’s body went limp. “Jesus,” he sighed. “That was—”

“Was?” Kai wrapped an arm around Sascha’s waist, hauling him up and back against him, before twisting until he was seated on the edge of the bed, Sascha in his lap with his back against him, still impaled on his cock. “What did I say before, zaychik?” He ran his tongue along the side of Sascha’s neck. “That you’d come twice before I’m done. And I’m not done with you yet.”