Chapter Five

 

 

Lindemere knew that Iago didn’t understand the enormity of what had just happened. Making an accord with a demon wasn’t just mere words. His amina would be bound to fulfill his half, even if it ended up being forced on him against his will.

It won’t come to that. I will prove everything to him.

Then Iago uttered the words he’d so desperately wanted to hear from the second he’d scented the human.

Lindemere moaned as his need ratcheted up another notch. “Here or the bedroom?” he asked, having just enough presence of mind to release Iago so he could tend the food.

No sense ruining their dinner.

After Lindemere had moved the pot of stew to a hook outside the fireplace hanging over the left side of the hearth, he turned back to face Iago. Seeing his amina’s flushed face as well as the way his erection blatantly pressed against his fly caused Lindemere’s mouth to water. He couldn’t wait to suck on that.

“Wh-What?”

Snapping his focus back to Iago’s face, Lindemere stated, “Do you wish for me to make love to you in the bedroom? Or here before the fire?” Both were fine by him.

“L-Love?”

To Lindemere’s pleasure, the tremble that worked through Iago was a visible thing.

My amina needs.

“Oh, yes. Make no mistake,” Lindemere responded. “I will be making love to you, sweet amina. Worshiping your body the way you deserve.”

Lindemere also scented the dollop of pre-cum that oozed from Iago’s erection. The mildly salty fragrance filled the room. Lindemere’s mouth watered in reaction, and he licked his lips.

“I-I... um.”

The fact that Iago had little experience with seduction suddenly hit Lindemere full in the chest.

Hell, yeah.

Grabbing a thick blanket off the back of the sofa, Lindemere made the decision. He spread the blanket over the rug in front of the hearth, then turned back to face Iago. Holding his amina’s widely dilated gaze, Lindemere moved his hands to the fly of his leather leggings and popped the buttons in swift succession.

Iago’s gaze followed his movements, and when Lindemere’s thick, swollen arousal surged between the flaps, his amina’s breathing hitched. His eyes widened. He even swallowed hard enough to cause his Adam’s apple to bob, and his lips parted in an oh of surprise.

Like most demons under Death’s rule and who’d reached the age of bonding, Lindemere was big. He stood six-foot-six with a broad, black-skinned body, sporting plenty of muscles. His erection was in proportion to that—eleven thick inches of uncircumcised flesh.

“I, um—” Iago lifted his gaze, catching Lindemere’s eye as Lindemere shucked his leather pants. “I don’t—”

Lindemere scented Iago’s trepidation. Wanting none of that, he reached for his amina. “Easy now, Iago,” Lindemere crooned, doing what he could to soothe his amina. “You can take it, and you’ll love doing it.” He rested his palms on Iago’s shoulders, then skimmed his palms down his torso. Scraping his claws ever-so-lightly along Iago’s cloth-covered flesh, Lindemere used the move to stimulate as he learned the contours of his human’s frame. “Your body will burn with need, and I will fulfill it.”

Reaching the bottom of Iago’s t-shirt, Lindemere gripped the hem and pulled it upward. To his pleasure, his amina didn’t hesitate to lift his arms. Lindemere hummed appreciatively as he revealed miles of lean, pale flesh over a slender torso. His human could use a little sun and several good meals, but even a bit underweight—probably from spending too many hours wrapped up in his work—Lindemere found his amina absolutely stunning.

Lindemere tossed the shirt to the sofa, then rested his left hand on Iago’s hip. While rubbing and tracing over his human’s ribcage, he used the tips of his other hand to slip beneath the waistband of his loose-fitting jeans. Lindemere was careful, teasing the skin just to the right of where he saw the bulge of Iago’s erection.

“You are so gorgeous,” Lindemere rumbled, admiring Iago’s trembling form. “Can’t wait to see the rest of you.”

Even as Lindemere noticed the way Iago clenched and released his fingers—just not quite so tightly on his right hand—Lindemere eased his hand out of the waistband. He quickly unbuckled the black synthetic-leather belt before popping the button on the jeans’ fly. Finally, he again eased his fingers inside the fabric.

This time, Lindemere rubbed the backs of his fingers over Iago’s underwear-covered erection as he used his thumb to push down the zipper. He watched with sweet satisfaction as his amina’s entire body shuddered. Feeling the cloth of the fabric over Iago’s crown dampen against his knuckles, Lindemere let out a rumbling groan, and his own cock throbbed and twitched at his groin.

Dipping his head, Lindemere pressed his nose against the crook of Iago’s neck. “You smell so damn fantastic, my amina,” he mumbled, inhaling and exhaling deeply, reveling in his human’s masculine, aroused scent. “Going to make you feel so good.”

Lifting his left hand, Lindemere cradled Iago’s nape. He turned his head, and as he pushed down Iago’s underwear and jeans with his right hand, he focused on his amina’s face. As Lindemere admired his new and final lover’s heavy-lidded, somewhat shell-shocked gaze, he wrapped his hand around Iago’s erection.

Iago cried out, bucking in his hold. Lindemere tightened his hold on his amina’s neck, lending him support. At the same time, he began jacking his human’s dick.

Moaning, Iago moved his hands to Lindemere’s upper arms. He bucked his hips, driving his erection into Lindemere’s fist over and over. The pinch of Iago’s nails digging into Lindemere’s right bicep told him just how hard he clung.

Watching Iago’s face flush with his arousal, Lindemere growled his delight. He felt the pre-cum flowing over his palm as well as scented it in the air, and it caused his own erection to leak as it bobbed eagerly at his groin. Even the way Iago’s lips were parted called to him.

Lindemere didn’t fight his nature. Dipping his head, he sealed his mouth over Iago’s own. He delved his tongue into his mouth, tasting and mapping the man that had been created just for him.

Iago fed him a moan and shuddered in Lindemere’s grip. That was followed by a whimper and a whine, and he swallowed those, too. An instant later, Iago froze... all except his cock, which pulsed and twitched in Lindemere’s palm.

Feeling Iago lose himself in his arms, Lindemere fed his human a groan of his own. He loosened his hold and continued to massage his amina’s prick gently, knowing the move would extend his human’s pleasure. Once he felt Iago’s shaft stop spurting, Lindemere eased the kiss to an end and lifted his head.

“So beautiful. So responsive. My amina,” Lindemere rumbled as he took in Iago’s flushed cheeks and kiss-swollen lips. He couldn’t remember anyone or anything in all his long life having looked so exquisite. “To the floor, my sweet. I’ll take care of everything.”

Lindemere put word to deed, and after releasing Iago’s spent dick, he guided his lover to the blanket. Once he had his amina sprawled before the fire, his blissed-out expression a thing of beauty, he made quick work of removing Iago’s jeans and underwear. Using a knee, he nudged his lover’s legs wider and eased between them.

With his weight on his knees, Lindemere rested his left hand on Iago’s stomach. He held his amina’s gaze as he began using that hand to explore, tracing over his stomach and along the ridges of his ribcage. Bending forward, he teased over a nipple.

The nub beaded beneath Lindemere’s touch, and Iago hummed and smiled.

Lindemere realized that wasn’t a hot spot for his amina, but that was fine. He would find them. As he continued to explore his lover, he swiped his fingertips over his own crown, scooping up the pre-cum there. With a quick glance down, Lindemere spotted where he needed to go, and he did.

Returning his focus to Iago’s face, Lindemere touched his forefinger to the soft, striated muscle of his hole. At his first light rub, Iago tensed even as he gasped. Lindemere skimmed his claws gently up his neck even as he rubbed lightly some more, massaging his pre-cum into the muscle.

From his centuries of experience, Lindemere knew exactly what the thick fluid his body created did to an amina. Among his kind, pre-cum was referred to as demon’s slick. It was a substance that not only relaxed a partner’s muscles, but also heightened their sensitivity.

“Wh-What is... mmmm.” Iago arched his neck, pushing into the caresses of Lindemere’s claws.

Ah, so there’s a hot spot.

Iago’s neck was sensitive.

Interesting.

At the same time, Iago rocked his hips and pushed his ass against Lindemere’s fingers. The move betrayed his need for more, and Lindemere was all too happy to give it to him. He moved his hand away for only an instant to collect more of the pre-cum that leaked copiously from his erection, the scent of his lover’s arousal and his own need fueling his body’s ability to create the fluid.

This time when Lindemere pressed his clawed fingertips to Iago’s hole, his muscles opened right up, allowing him to dip his middle finger a little ways inside.

Iago trembled beneath him. His eyes were wide and he stared at the ceiling, but he didn’t seem to be seeing anything. His body’s movements betrayed that his senses were on overload, telling Lindemere that his touch-starved amina was struggling to process everything.

Perfect. Better bliss than pain.

Lindemere knew he’d have to give that to his amina soon enough, too.

Resting his weight on his elbow, Lindemere continued to play with Iago’s neck. He scraped at the skin oh-so-lightly, and his amina tipped his head back further, begging for more with his body. When he skimmed over Iago’s Adam’s apple, his human cried out and shuddered.

“So sensitive. So beautiful,” Lindemere crooned as he pushed his finger in and out of Iago’s channel more swiftly. He added a second digit, coating his lover’s rectum with his slick. The muscles clamped onto his digits, and he slowed his movement. At the same time, he lowered his head. “Relax,” he rumbled before latching his lips around Iago’s apple and suckling lightly.

His amina whined and shuddered beneath him. His hands came up and once again gripped Lindemere’s upper arms. When Lindemere scraped a sharp canine over the lump in his amina’s neck, Iago’s chute muscles relaxed even as his body trembled.

“My amazing amina,” Lindemere all but purred as he eased his fingers out. While swiping his digits over his crown once again, he moved his mouth up Iago’s neck to his ear. At the same time, he returned to working his amina’s Adam’s apple with his thumb-claw. “Are you ready for me, Iago?” Lindemere murmured into his ear as he pushed three digits into his channel. He worked the muscles, coating them with his slick and ramping up his amina’s sensitivity and need.

“Yes!” Iago cried, bucking into his hold. “Please!”

Lindemere nuzzled his lips against the skin beneath Iago’s ear as he took in how his eyes were practically rolled back in bliss.

Perfect.

“I’m gonna start our claiming, my amina,” Lindemere told him, although it wasn’t strictly true. Technically, the second Iago had offered his body... their bond had begun. Still, Lindemere knew it was only polite to confirm. “Ready?”

“Yes! Yes, take me. N-Need you.”

Taking Iago at his word, Lindemere eased his fingers out of Iago’s channel. He gripped his shaft and guided it to his lover’s hole, then thrust. In three push-pull movements, Lindemere seated himself balls deep in the clenching body of his human.

It was Lindemere’s turn to groan, and the deep, husky sound tore through him, vibrating him inside and out, as the sweetest of blissful tingles cascaded through him.