Page 19 of Hellfire & Bowties
He looked down and flushed, feeling along the ridges of the leathery wing under his ass. He scooted off quickly. “Sorry.”
Luc didn’t say anything, just opened both eyes to a lazy half-mast and stared straight at him.
Oren bit his lip and whispered, “Can I sleep here?”
“Swapping beds after all?”
“No,” Oren said quickly, then swallowed, plucking at the cover by Luc’s hip. “With you. Can I sleep here with you?”
Luc moved so suddenly Oren barely had time to take a startled breath. He was on his back with Luc hovering over him in an instant, one arm braced by the side of his head and hot breath washing over his face.
“You wanna sleep with the devil, hon?”
Oren felt his hips twitch involuntarily, and a whimper caught in his throat as all fear vanished in an instant, to be replaced by bright and burning want. “Yes.”
A nose brushed up against his. “Why’s that?”
“I’m… um… I’m…” Oren could barely think straight, wanting to reach up and pull Luc down on top of him. He wanted to feel that weight and grind into it.
Luc’s chest rumbled with his laugh, and he pressed his nose into Oren’s cheek. “What was that?”
“I’m scared of the dark,” Oren blurted out.
Luc froze for a second, pulling back to pin him in place with those burning eyes that lit up the small area around them. “The dark?”
Oren nodded meekly.
“All the things you’ve seen today. All the places you’ve been. Being in actual Hell with the devil and demons and hellbeasts… and it’s the dark you’re scared of,” Luc said.
“It’s very dark.”
Luc snorted, then a slow smile crawled onto his face as he trailed two claws down Oren’s arm. “Well, I wouldn’t want you to be scared.”
It was laced with innuendo. Dripping with it.
Oren bit his lip, his worries evaporating under the heat of Luc’s body. He could already feel beads of sweat beginning to form, making him itch to strip down to bare skin.
He reached up and placed both hands on Luc’s chest, seeing how small they looked in comparison. It seemed like they couldn’t fit together, but Oren wanted to find out if they could. He wanted to test every limit and boundary. He’d always been starved in this way, but he didn’t think he’d ever felt as hungry as he was right now.
Oren’s eyes flicked down to Luc’s mouth, and he watched with bated breath as a hint of that forked tongue darted out to wet his lips. Oren licked his own in response, his stomach lighting up with heat as he watched Luc get closer. Oren slid his hands up, grasping what he could of Luc’s shoulders, eyelashes fluttering and lips puckering as he felt that hot breath tingle against his lips…
When Beast suddenly pounced on the bed, it jostled them apart well and truly, and the hellbeast made a home for himself right between them.
“Beast,” Luc growled.
Oren wanted to be mad too as the moment evaporated, but he couldn’t find it in himself. He reached out and petted Beasty’s head. “Were you lonely? Or maybe scared of the dark too, little Beasty?”
Luc groaned at the baby talk and flopped onto his back. “Beast, down.”
The hellbeast grumbled and hissed, only moving to the bottom of the bed, where he settled against their feet.
“One day with you and he’s already disobeying me,” Luc grumbled.
“He just wants some love.” Oren wiggled his toes against the heat radiating from the hellbeast’s body. He scooched closer to Luc and the similar heat he put off.
Luc glanced at him from the corner of his eye. “I think you and that hellbeast have a lot in common.”
Oren flushed. “Maybe.”
