Page 15 of Wreaking Havoc (Demon Bound #1)

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Sascha

S ascha blinked dazedly, trying to make his brain process the quick change of position. Were they really not done yet? He’d come twice already. And while it wasn’t precisely unheard of for him, it was all usually a bit more…spaced out?

Kai shifted underneath him—shifted inside him—and Sascha let out a ragged moan.

He was so full.

He’d never been this full in his life, and he wasn’t exactly virginal to begin with. It should have hurt, should have at the very least burned, but apparently Kai’s venomous jizz really was magic, because there was no pain at all.

Just pressure and—

“Oh!” Sascha cried out as Kai lifted him by the hips, withdrawing almost completely, before dropping him back down in a slow glide.

Sascha’s poor spent cock twitched, somehow filling with blood again.

It shouldn’t have been possible, but those ridges were merciless, pressing against every inch of Sascha’s inner walls, sending jolts of electricity up his spine. One would have thought the venom would numb the sensation as well as the pain, but no—it seemed to amplify it, if anything. A constant, heated tingling warming Sascha up from the inside out.

His head fell back against Kai’s chest, his eyelids fluttering closed. He’d never had reason to be accused of being a pillow princess before, but in this case…all he could do was take it.

“Your dick should be illegal,” he tried to say as Kai moved that massive cock in and out of him again. But it all just came out as another garbled groan.

“What was that?” Kai asked, amusement lacing his voice.

This fucking smug bastard. Just because he was a gorgeous giant beast with the cock of a god, he thought he had one over on Sascha?

Was he even affected by all this?

Sascha opened bleary eyes, tilting his head back against that smooth chest to peer up at him. Kai’s eyes were glowing again, and his lips were parted, panting almost silently, his eyes locked on Sascha’s hardening dick.

Not completely unaffected, then.

He was too beautiful by far though. Sascha needed to taste his mouth again. He just did.

“Kiss me?” he pleaded, somehow managing to form the words this time.

Kai growled, his head dipping down, that pointed tongue delving into Sascha’s mouth. He tasted like the scent surrounding Sascha, like smoke and spice. He continued lifting and dropping Sascha on his cock while he plundered his mouth, determined to take every bit of Sascha hostage.

Eventually Sascha had to jerk his face away, gasping for air. His head was full of cotton, and his body was no better than a rag doll, but his cock was fully hard and leaking again, bouncing in the air with Kai’s unforgiving rhythm.

“Oh God,” he moaned, mortified to feel tears gathering in the corners of his eyes. “Again? Really?”

He’d at least had the friction of the bed and his hand to partially blame last time, but Kai wasn’t even touching his dick at all.

“Yes,” Kai growled, latching his mouth onto Sascha’s shoulder. “ Again .”

So fucking bossy.

But he was going to get what he wanted. Something was building in Sascha, low in his belly, so steady and insistent Sascha was almost afraid of the intensity.

Kai seemed to sense it. He didn’t stop his movements, but he placed a hand on Sascha’s stomach, petting the skin there. “Let it happen, zaychik. I have you.”

And somehow, Sascha believed him.

So he let go, let that pressure build and build, let his orgasm crash over him like a tidal wave.

The third time should have been less intense, shouldn’t it?

But Sascha could barely breathe as his inner muscles spasmed relentlessly. His vision whited out, and static hummed in his ears. He felt like he was holding on to consciousness by a thread.

He cried out. Or he tried to, but the sound that left his throat was weak and thready, overpowered by Kai’s growling roar, the demon crushing Sascha against him as those ridges bulged and pulsed rapidly, filling Sascha with heat.

Like, literal heat, coating Sascha’s insides, seemingly without end.

“How much did you come ?” Sascha asked incredulously, about a million years later, when he was finally able to form words again.

Kai patted Sascha’s belly, a pleased rumble emanating from his chest. “As much as is normal for my kind.”

Sascha peered back at him suspiciously. “It felt like a lot.”

“I’ll help empty it from you,” Kai offered. There was a weird gleam in his eyes, different from his creepy demon glow. Like that idea pleased him a whole lot.

Sascha was starting to think this demon was a bit of a perv.

Kai smiled at him, all sharp teeth. “You make many pleasing sounds when you’re aroused, zaychik.”

“Well, that’s because—” Sascha paused, mortification running through him. “Oh fuck.”

Kai stiffened underneath him, one hand already reaching for his daggers. “What’s wrong?”

“My brother’s here.” Sascha covered his face with his hands. “I was supposed to be quiet. You—you hypnotized me or something, with that monster dick of yours. I forgot to be stealthy.”

“You’re a man grown,” Kai said, his hand returning to pat at Sascha’s belly. “What do we care if your brother heard?”

He sounded smug again. Had he done it on purpose? A perv with a voyeurism kink, perhaps?

Sascha didn’t even have the energy to be indignant. Kai had apparently fucked it out of him. “Everything’s filthy,” he grumbled instead. “We need to shower. And change the sheets.” He lifted one arm with heroic effort but plopped it back down immediately. “I can’t move a muscle. You’ve broken me.”

Kai nuzzled his cheek against the top of Sascha’s head. “I’ll bathe you. A demon cares for his mate.”

“I haven’t agreed to be your mate,” Sascha reminded him, annoyed at himself for pressing into the touch.

“You will.”

Kai lifted him off his cock slowly. Sascha could feel the cum sliding out of him, his hole probably gaping open. “Oh my God,” he moaned. “You have broken me. It’s never going to close back up again.”

Kai’s soft laugh was infuriating as he tucked Sascha against his chest. “The venom will wear off soon and you’ll be back to normal. Let me wash you. I’ll take great care.”

“Fine,” Sascha grumbled. “But it doesn’t mean I’m your mate.”

Kai only hummed, carrying Sascha bridal-style into the adjoining bathroom.

Smug bastard.

Time was moving strangely, Sascha’s reality altered by too many orgasms.

One second, he was being carried by Kai; the next, he was in the shower, his hands propped up against the tiled wall, his legs shaking and his back arched while Kai fingered out his own cum with alarming thoroughness.

Sascha wasn’t even sure how long it had been going on at this point, but he certainly didn’t feel as full as before—besides the fingers stuffed inside him, that was.

He looked back at Kai—in human form again, presumably to fit under the showerhead—who was staring at Sascha’s ass with focused intensity, watching his fingers move in and out.

“Um, I think we’re good now,” Sascha told him, amused in spite of himself.

He was also mildly concerned his dick was going to plump up again if Kai didn’t start behaving. And Sascha wouldn’t survive another orgasm. He really, really wouldn’t.

And apparently he wouldn’t have to, because Kai withdrew his fingers with a forlorn sigh, then placed a horridly (wonderfully) sweet kiss on Sascha’s shoulder. “I’ll draw us a bath, then.”

He left the shower, reverting to demon form again while he toyed with the taps. The claw tub was some extra-large monstrosity, so he’d most likely fit. Maybe it was uncomfortable to be in human form too long.

Everything about him raised so many questions. So much strangeness. And yet he was fitting into Sascha’s new life with such alarming ease.

Sascha turned off the water in the shower, shivering slightly without Kai’s natural heat at his back. Kai was focused on the bath taps, testing the water temperature with a frown of concentration.

Caring for his mate.

No. Nuh-uh. Sascha couldn’t go down that path. He couldn’t contemplate forming a permanent bond with a demon he’d just met. That would go far beyond his usual impulsiveness. A whole realm beyond.

But you’d get to keep him.

Sascha shook the thought out of his head. “You knew they were vampires,” he found himself saying, desperate to steer his mind in another direction. “When they were at the door.”

“Mm. I know of bloodsuckers.” Kai began opening various bottles by the tub and sniffing at them, eventually pouring some fancy bath oil Sascha had bought himself into the water. He seemed just as at ease nude as he was clothed. And why shouldn’t he? His body was ridiculous, with or without the full seven feet of height. “Some of our kind believe them to be distant, weak traces of our own bloodline.” He cocked a brow at Sascha. “ Very weak. Perhaps descendants of a demon who found a way to this realm without a contract.”

“I thought you said it couldn’t happen.”

Kai shrugged his tattooed shoulder. “It’s not done. It’s said to have terrible consequences. That’s not to say it’s impossible.”

He stepped into the bath, making another one of those pleased rumbling sounds that did weird things to Sascha’s insides. He held out a clawed hand. “Come, zaychik.”

Unable to resist the pull of his charm, Sascha accepted the hand and stepped into the tub, finding himself immediately tucked against Kai’s broad chest.

He relaxed back against him. “And what about your wings?” he asked. “Those were a fun surprise. Where are they now?”

Kai cupped the water between his hands and poured it over Sascha’s chest, warming the parts of him the water didn’t reach. “Sheathed until I have use of them.”

“Does it hurt? When they come out?”

“No.” Kai pressed a kiss on his head. “It’s more like…a release.”

Sascha hummed his acknowledgment, even though he had absolutely no basis for comparison, and they bathed for a while in comfortable silence. Kai smelled delicious, and the warm water soothed the lingering aches and tremors in Sascha’s body.

Sascha’s lids grew heavy, and he could only hope if he fell asleep like this, Kai would know to keep his head above water.

But apparently Kai had other ideas. “Tell me of the incident,” he said softly. “The reason you faint when blood appears.”

So much for sleeping. Every muscle in Sascha’s body tensed, that comfy well-used feeling he’d been sinking into evaporating like smoke. “Why?”

“Because it haunts you.” Taloned hands landed on his shoulders, cupping them gently. “And because it’s part of you, and I wish to know all parts of you.”

He’d found the perfect answer. Sascha couldn’t resist. Who didn’t want to be known? To be seen with all their flaws and hang-ups and still be wanted in the end?

He cleared his throat. He could feel panic hovering on the periphery, but it couldn’t quite take hold, not with Kai’s solid warmth surrounding him. “I was still a kid,” he began. “Only six, I think. I went somewhere I wasn’t supposed to. My father and his men were…torturing someone, I guess. There was blood everywhere.”

Kai’s grip on his shoulders tightened. “Too young for such a sight.”

“Yeah, but I might’ve—maybe I still would have been okay,” Sascha told him. “But when the guy saw me—when he realized someone new had arrived—he started…begging.” Sascha struggled to swallow, to keep the panic at bay. Kai began stroking his upper arms in a steady rhythm. “Asking me to help him, to save him, telling me how much it hurt. I was so little— What was I supposed to do? I couldn’t help. I couldn’t do anything. My father sent me back upstairs eventually, but I could—I could hear him screaming as I left.” He let out a harsh breath. “When I see blood, it’s like I’m right back there. Helpless. Useless.”

Kai’s hands were a soothing balm. “Such pain you hold.”

Sascha shook his head decisively. “No, I’m—I’m lucky. I’m spoiled,” he said, repeating the familiar refrain. Spoiled Sascha who didn’t have to work, who had a chauffeur and a maid and an entire apartment bought for him, who received a sizable allowance no matter how useless he was.

“We must have different definitions of the word,” Kai murmured. “But no matter— I will spoil you.” He started pouring palmfuls of water over Sascha’s shoulders again. “A demon spoils its mate. And if we bonded, you could not be hurt. You could not fall ill.”

He said the last part pointedly, like that was a huge selling point.

Sascha gave an incredulous laugh. “You want to permanently bond our souls together because you don’t want me to get the flu again?”

“I want to permanently bond our souls because I wish to stay by your side,” Kai said easily.

The words were so sweet, but after reliving his past, even for a moment, Sascha was one raw nerve. One raw nerve with serious trust issues. “But you’re supposed to go home,” he pointed out.

“You want me to?”

“It doesn’t matter what I want!” Sascha half hissed, half yelled, anger rushing through him without cause. “You’re going—you’re going to leave . You told me yourself. Everyone leaves eventually, and you’re included in everyone so…”

It was true. That was what happened when someone was weak and useless and stood still while everyone else moved on. People disappeared, no matter how attached to them someone got. Sascha’s mother, all the nannies, Alexei.

The panic that had been hovering at the edge took hold, and he could only force breath into his lungs with heaving gasps.

Kai made soothing noises, wrapping his broad arms tightly around Sascha. His biceps were so large, so otherworldly, with the blue lines dancing on the skin of his right arm, that Sascha was taken out of his head in an instant.

“You’re stupid big,” he said dumbly.

Kai gave a soft laugh. Eventually, when Sascha’s breaths had evened and his muscles had released their tension, Kai spoke again. “I can also protect you without staying,” he said, holding Sascha more firmly when the words sent a jolt through him. “If you don’t wish to keep me. You could use me to take control from your brother—I could give you that. You could have his power for yourself.”

Sascha twisted in Kai’s hold to glare at him. “Why the fuck would I want that? That isn’t the bargain we made. I don’t need his power; I just don’t want to be stabbed again.”

“I see.” A broad smile graced Kai’s lips. It should have been alarming, with all those sharp teeth. But it was only beautiful. “I would very much like a mate bond with you, Sascha,” he purred, like Sascha had just given him a love confession.

Kai didn’t get it. Didn’t get that Sascha wasn’t the catch he thought he was. “I don’t want you to do something you’ll regret,” he told him.

Kai cocked his head. “And why would I regret it?”

“You just will.” Sascha let out a bitter laugh. “I’m not that great, as humans go.”

There was a long silence.

Sascha huffed, slapping at the water with his palm. “This is when you disagree with me.”

Kai grabbed his hand, stilling his movements. “I’m gathering my words,” he told him. After a moment, he spoke. “You asked why I entered my name and powers into the Book. There was the prestige and power, yes. But in truth…” Kai met his eyes, looking more serious than Sascha had ever seen him. “I have been a restless soul for as long as I can remember. It’s why I attached myself to the Book. Why I looked to the human realm for diversion. But when I’m with you, Sascha, I am…soothed. Content. For perhaps the very first time in my existence. It’s the way I would like to feel, going forward.” He pressed a kiss to the back of Sascha’s hand. “I will not regret.”

Well, that was lovely. That was just so fucking lovely. What was Sascha supposed to do with that kind of loveliness? Fall in love and live happily ever after?

Was that even allowed, for someone like him?

“But we need to bond before we finish the contract,” Kai told him, his voice gentle, as if sensing his declaration had shaken Sascha to his core.

“It’s a big decision,” Sascha murmured.

“It is. Be brave for me, zaychik.”

“I’m not very good at that.”

“Then, as I said. I will be brave enough for the both of us.” Kai let out a breath, pulling the plug on the bath decisively. “But perhaps I place too much pressure on you. I’m not used to waiting for the things I want, unless forced to by outside circumstances.” He planted a kiss on Sascha’s shoulder. “I will stop pressing.”

“I don’t—I don’t mind the pressing,” Sascha said, watching the water swirl down the drain. “I just have a hard time believing it’s real.”

Kai lifted Sascha from the tub, once more carrying him bridal-style. “We’ll let you sleep.” He nuzzled Sascha’s head. “Perhaps your credulity will improve with the morning.”