Chapter Six

 

 

The edges of Iago’s vision erupted with dark spots as he struggled to process the myriad of sensations swamping his body. He’d never felt the like of it, and he shivered and trembled beneath Lindemere’s talented fingers. Each stroke the male made over his skin, along his body, and especially over his neck and chute—just holy shit!

Iago whimpered as he tipped his head up in an attempt to get Lindemere’s mouth back on his Adam’s apple. He’d always thought the prominent bump was disproportionate to his long slender neck. Who would have thought that someone sucking on it would create such an amazing effect? He even moved his left hand and threaded his fingers through the demon’s long dark-gray hair, tugging lightly.

Even the fact that there was a huge shaft sliding in and out of his channel didn’t detract from the amazing feeling of Lindemere’s mouth on his neck.

Or wait... was that in addition to? Or maybe it heightened it? Or—Oh, fuck, who the hell cared.

To Iago’s relief, Lindemere lifted his head from where he’d been busy kissing and mapping Iago’s mouth. “Anything, my amina,” he rumbled, locking his intense, black-eyed gaze onto Iago’s. “Tell me what you need.”

“Your mouth on my neck,” Iago managed to pant out. His breaths came in hard gasps, and it was a struggle to pull any thoughts together, but he knew if he could just feel Lindemere’s mouth on his neck again... that would be perfect. “Please!”

“Offer me your blood, my amina,” Lindemere encouraged even as he lowered his head and swiped his tongue over Iago’s Adam’s apple.

The feel of the wet tongue sliding along his flesh nearly short-circuited all thoughts. Then the feel of something long and hard moving within his body drew his attention, and he gasped.

Oh, holy hell! When did he do that?

Iago tensed, then felt the slide of Lindemere’s tongue over his Adam’s apple again and relaxed on a groan. “Fuck, move!” he cried, the muscles within his channel tingling and his stomach fluttering. He needed something... something...”Move!” he cried, bucking his hips.

Lindemere obeyed, easing his hips backward, then thrusting forward again. His wide crown slid over Iago’s prostate, teasing him in a way he’d never before experienced. It felt like fireworks shooting flames of pleasure through his ass. Iago couldn’t stop his hips as he rocked against the huge demon moving in counterpoint above him. Everything just felt beyond belief.

“That’s the way,” Lindemere mumbled against his flesh. “Enjoy every sensation, every touch”—he scraped his claws over the back of Iago’s neck even as he rubbed over the knobs at the back of his spine—”every nudge and slide, lick and scrape.” Then Lindemere nuzzled his sharp teeth over the underside of Iago’s chin. “Do it,” he demanded. “Offer me your blood.”

Wanting Lindemere’s mouth back on his neck, Iago obeyed. “I offer you my blood,” he panted huskily.

“Say my name with the offering,” Lindemere demanded harshly. “Tell me whose touch you need.”

“Lindemere, please!” Iago cried, his need intensifying. “Lindemere, I offer you my blood.”

“Yessss,” Lindemere snarled. “Mine!”

Then Lindemere latched onto Iago’s Adam’s apple once more. He alternated between suckling lightly, gentle licks, and hard sucking pulls. At the same time, Lindemere sped up his hips, sliding his cock in and out of his chute, causing a wash of sizzling zings throughout his chute and groin.

Iago’s balls pulled tight. Trembles worked through him. His grip, sweaty and slick, slipped on Lindemere’s biceps.

“I gotcha,” Lindemere growled, wrapping an arm low under his waist. “Just feel.” Then he slid his fingertips into Iago’s crack, massaging his nails over the sensitive skin hidden there in such a way as to cause his breath to catch in his throat.

“Lindemere!”

Iago would have felt embarrassed by his cry, except right then his balls pulled tight and his orgasm slammed through him. The bliss-inducing ecstasy caused his eyes to roll back and his body to tremble. His breath caught in his throat as his body bucked, and it took a second to realize the cry of ecstasy filling the room came from his own throat.

“Oh, amina,” Lindemere snarled into his ear. “Now again.”

For an instant, Iago didn’t understand what he meant. He opened his mouth to ask. Then Lindemere slid his dick nearly all the way out only to shove back into him, slamming their bodies together. Then he did it again and again... and again.

Gasping as sparks shot through his rectum, Iago feared he wouldn’t be able to keep up with Lindemere’s pummeling rhythm. Just as he opened his mouth to whine in dismay, his chute muscles overly sensitive and sending fiery tingles through his body, he felt Lindemere’s teeth at his neck. Before he could comprehend what was happening, Lindemere thrust deep into him and froze. At the same time, the demon bit, sinking his teeth deep into the flesh of Iago’s neck.

The sensation of hot seed against his sensitive inner walls sent a coating of soothing warmth through him.

Iago moaned, relishing the heat.

“Offer me your soul, Iago.”

The softly crooned words whispered through Iago’s mind, teasing his reeling senses, and he could think of no reason not to.

“I offer you my soul, Lindemere.”

A second later, Iago felt pain spike through his rectum. He would have cried out, but between one heartbeat and the next, it was gone. Instead, a fiery wash of pleasure radiated out from his prostate, as if something actually sucked on it, too, and for the first time ever, Iago’s body orgasmed for the third time in one night.

Iago moaned and shuddered, his mind blanking. The bliss seemed to go on and on. Vaguely, he registered the feel of Lindemere sucking on his neck. Instead of pain, the sensations seemed to transfer straight to his cock, increasing the ecstasy of his release.

When Lindemere finally eased his teeth from his neck and licked over the wound, Iago could do nothing but smile. Never had he experienced anything close to what the demon had provided. He hadn’t thought such bliss was possible.

Feeling Lindemere’s hand on his jaw, Iago didn’t resist when the demon turned his head. He peered blearily up at the male, finding he enjoyed the sight of his square-jawed features and vibrant black eyes. When Lindemere lowered his head, Iago thought he would kiss him and parted his lips to welcome the contact.

Except, he didn’t.

With their mouths just a hairsbreadth away, Lindemere paused. His intense focus riveted on Iago’s, and he said something in a harsh guttural language.

Iago planned to ask what he was saying, but a sharp stab to his chest took his breath away. A second later, his body succumbed to the sensory overload. Iago’s eyes rolled to the back of his head, and he sank into darkness.

 

Dragging his mind to wakefulness, Iago registered heat—heat and something heavy wrapped around his waist. He struggled to bring his memories to bear. Slowly, memories began to seep through his sluggish mind.

A fight. Creatures who couldn’t be shot with bullet or tranquilizer. A winged, horned gargoyle.

No, wait.

That was a demon. A demon who’d taken him to another realm or plane of existence. Then he’d shared enough information to boggle the mind.

And the pleasure!

Iago had never experienced the like of it. He’d orgasmed three times before an odd spike of pain had sent his overly stimulated senses reeling, rendering him unconscious. Had he been injured?

“Hey, amina.” Lindemere’s deep voice, rough from his own sleep, rumbled in Iago’s ear. “How do you feel?”

Even as he spoke, the demon eased his grip around Iago’s waist and rubbed his palm gently over his chest... as if he knew that was where... whatever had caused harm.

Not whatever. A soul bond.

I offered my soul to him.

For an instant, anger coursed through Iago. Lindemere had caught him in the heat of the moment, delirious with pleasure, and asked for his soul. The manipulation in that move caused Iago’s gut to churn.

“Iago?” Lindemere’s tone was clearer, and he levered up on his elbow to peer down at Iago. He rubbed his palm over his chest, and his expression held clear concern. “Are you okay? Do you still hurt from the soul bond?” Lindemere’s expression twisted with regret. “I tried to hide it beneath the pleasure of your orgasms. With the bliss of my lackchet attached to your prostate, I’d hoped you wouldn’t feel it. I will do better next time.”

Just as swiftly as Iago’s anger had come, it slipped away. He just couldn’t stay angry in the face of Lindemere’s obvious concern. “I’m okay,” he assured, reaching up and touching the demon’s temple. “I’m okay.” As he repeated the words, Iago found his focus snagging on something else Lindemere had said. “Lackchet. What’s that?”

As Lindemere answered, he swept his gaze over Iago’s face, perhaps attempting to discern the truth of his words. “My lackchet, also called a sucker’s hook, extends from my piss slit after I release inside my amina.” Caressing Iago’s neck, Lindemere continued, “It attaches to your prostate to heighten your pleasure.”

Okay. That’s odd, but it sure had felt amazing.

“Okay.” Iago left it at that, finding his focus sliding up to the huge male’s red horns. He slid his left hand up into the demon’s hair. “How do you brush your hair with these?” The question was out of his mouth before he could think better of it. At the same time, Iago slid his fingertips around the base of the horn, fingering where it grew from beneath the skin.

Lindemere sucked in a harsh gasp as he froze. His dark eyes widened in obvious surprise. Probably since Iago kept touching, fondling, exploring, Lindemere closed his eyes and gritted his teeth on a groan. Even his huge body gave a full-body shudder.

“O-Oh fuck! Amina!” Lindemere hissed, his voice gruff, growling, and sexy-as-sin.

It actually caused Iago’s blood to heat and his prick to twitch.

A second later, Lindemere yanked away and flopped sideways. He panted harshly as he sprawled on his back, waving a hand to stop Iago from reaching for him again.

Unable to help himself, Iago frowned, and when he spotted the amused if hungry expression on Lindemere’s face, he just knew he had to look almost... petulant.

Never would he admit that, though.

Clearing his features, Iago instead adopted a cocky look. “Hot spot?”

Iago couldn’t help but feel a definite wash of pride at the way Lindemere chuckled roughly and nodded. “Very much so, my amina,” he confirmed. Smiling at him, he displayed his lust and appreciation for Iago to read all over his face. “I’ve never had the opportunity to have my horns rubbed.” Lindemere offered a rusty chuckle. “Didn’t realize they were such a hot spot but damn!”

For the first time in Iago’s life, he disagreed with his father. Every once in a while, using an explicative was just right.

“Well,” Iago murmured softly. “Then why won’t you let me explore them?”

“Another time.” Lindemere’s words sounded like a promise. “Right now, we have a meal to eat and other things to discuss.” The corner of his thick dark lips curved into a wry smile. “No matter how much I’d love to enjoy another round with you, I understand that taking care of you involves more than just plying you with endless sex.”

Iago fought back a blush, but by the way his cheeks felt a little warm, he wasn’t certain he’d succeeded. Flopping to his back, he turned his head toward the fire, finding it had burned low with only a few purple licks of flame flickering over the couple of remaining half-burned logs. Even that uniqueness of the colorful flames couldn’t ease the discomfort he felt.

Had he really just finished going three rounds only to throw himself at the demon again?

What the hell is wrong with me?

“Hey,” Lindemere rumbled, rolling close to him and resting his hand on his neck. Ever-so-lightly, he began to massage the tendons along each side. “Please understand, I would very much like to experience and explore more with you, but my master has ordered me to take you to meet him once we start our bond.” Lindemere twisted his lips in a pained grimace. “I’m bound to him. I must follow his orders.”

Iago’s disquiet eased. He understood having to follow orders.

“Okay.” Iago touched Lindemere’s upper torso, finding the thick hide-like skin under his fingers fascinating. “Let’s eat then.”

Then—holy crap, I’m going to meet the Horseman of Death!