Page 26 of Quiet Burn

My gaze hardens as I consider what’s changed. “Then I wasrightabout this new?—”

“Stop it.” His tone brooks no argument and I can’t hide the shock on my features as my submissive kitsune stands his ground. “You know Kit is not a fucking spy. The kid knows dick aboutour world and it’s painfully obvious he barely interacted with hisownworld. Don’t be an idiot, Jasper Eversore.”

Wow. Full name—he’s serious as fuck.

Licking my lips, I gather myself, pushing the angry dragon down. He doesn’t like the disrespect that showed, but that’s only because of the way I was raised as he emerged. Between animal instinct and the asshole who raised me, my animal is more reactive to that than I’d like. Zavida is loyal to a fault—hence his situation with the shrimp—and I don’t need to smite him for speaking his mind.

“You’re probably right, Zavvie.” I hang my head, my frustration at peak levels. “But I’m also correct to assume Lucian has a specific reason or directive to do this at this moment in time. It seems out of the blue, but there must be other factors besides the appearance of this kid.”

“Good job, Sir,” he whispers as he looks at me shyly, as his bluster from before is gone.

I stalk over, grabbing him and spinning toward the wall to back him into it with a hungry smirk. “You know, you’ve never defied me quite so bravely before, boy. I hated it, but it was hot just the same. I might enjoy the spark this clueless fool is bringing out in you. It will make punishment much sweeter.”

He shivers against me, and I feel his cock twitch as he looks up at me through his lashes. “I’m not a brat, Sir. You know that.”

Laughing, I shake my head in amusement. “No, and I wouldn’t accept that for a second. Too much work to spank the annoying out of someone who’s asking for it.”

My hand creeps up to his neck, holding him in place as our bodies meld together. I see his tails flicking in excitement and his scent changes… cinnamon, red pepper and saffron. That’s the smell of his arousal, and it makes my dragon snarl inside.

“Jas… Sir. Please.”

Oh, fuck. How in the hell am I supposed to ignore pleading when I’m this close to the edge of fury?

“Eris, time!” I bark.

The Hell-based virtual assistant appears in a hazy hologram that looks like a small imp I customized to look like a sniveling version of my father that always makes me grin. “Good evening, Prince. The time in Canto IV is seven thirty eastern underworld time. How else may I serve you today?”

“Go away,” I mutter as I look back at my lover. “We have enough time for you to please me, but only if you’re quick.”

The second the imp disappears, I let go of his neck and Zav drops to his knees like he’s going to worship at my altar.

I suppose he is, technically.

The fiery haired kitsune gives me a sly grin, and I groan as his eyes fix on the bulge in my pants. His gaze gets hungrier as he pulls my dick out, licking his lips as the light glints off my Jacob’s ladder and magic cross piercings. He loves the feel of them inside him, and I love when he plays with them as he sucks me off, so it was worth the effort. I reach out, grabbing the tail that twitches beside me, betraying his excitement. Zavvie gets immense pleasure from pleasing me and getting praised, plus he gives head like jizz is going to save his life.

“Now, Sir?” Zavida purrs, his voice dripping with lust and anticipation.

I grunt my approval, eyes blazing with my dragon as my other hand buries in his hair. Zavida leans in, pressing a reverent kiss to the tip of my cock, his tongue flicking out to taste my pre-cum. A low warning growl rumbles from my chest—he knows it means stop fucking around. Encouraged, my kitsune continues to lick and tease his way down my shaft, his tongue swirling around each piercing and eliciting shivers as blood pumps directly south without passing ‘go.’

The little tease is enjoying this and I’m going to splatter his face if he doesn’t get moving.

As he reaches the base, he does that weird fox-like scream that his kind do when they’re fucking and I grin. Zavvie can’t help doing it when he’s aroused, and it’s why I made sure my room was sound-proofed. No one else needs to hear that unless I permit it. I suck in a deep breath when he wraps his lips around the tip only to take as much of my girth as he can until I hit the back of his throat. I love that he doesn’t have a gag reflex, as the bumpy ridges and vibration of my dragon would be a task for someone as small as him otherwise.

I wonder if… no.

Cursing my errant brain, I force myself to focus on the scent of my boy as he sucks me. His dick has to be pulsing with need because his scent is practically filling my room now. He bobs his head up and down, applying suction or teeth where I like and my head falls back on my shoulders. Struggling to maintain control as his efforts intensify, I wing a thanks into the void for figuring out that I was into him when we were in middle school. It’s not acceptable at home, but this is the very best way I defymy father’s wishes, and I’ll be damned if I ever give him up. This man is mine, and I’ll destroy anyone who tries to force me to give him up.

Possessive thoughts always make my dragon push at the reins, and I tug on Zav’s hair, muttering dirty things to him as he works me over. His tongue and teeth are sharp and wicked, pushing me toward climax quickly. I’d be self-conscious about it if my boy wasn’t the best cocksucker in the ten realms of Hell, but he’s that fucking skilled. With a roar, I come, shooting hot seed down his throat in powerful spurts. White-hot pleasure courses through me as he eagerly swallows every drop, still making that screeching sound around me.

Fuck. Yes.

As my orgasm subsides, my grip on his head loosens and I pant heavily. Zavvie continues to lick and clean every last drop of cum from my softening cock, determined not to leave a single trace behind. His eagerness to drink me in is always a turn-on and I have to look away or I’ll get hard again. we simply don’t have time for the thorough fucking I want to give him, so I pull back a bit.

He looks up at me with a satisfied expression and a coy twirl of his thick tail. “Sir, did that... please you?” he asks with an adorable expression.

My eyes sparkle with humor as I look down at the kitsune. “Only you would ask that after blowing my brains out, Zavvie. Yes, you were a good boy.”

Rising to his feet, he doesn’t even ask to deal with what has to be a raging hard-on in his pants. He knows we’ll work on that later,and my wicked grin confirms that thought. “Then it’s time to see if Salem is done with the meal.”

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