Page 51 of Hellfire & Bowties
“Hm?” Oren responded, lifting his hand to pet the little creature on the tiny hand wrapped around the edge of his bowtie. It released the bowtie and wrapped the frail fingers around Oren’s thumb. He gave it a small shake. “I’m Oren.”
“Don’t move,” Luc said urgently.
Oren frowned. “I’m literally just standing here. Also, if you think getting me another pet will get you out of trouble… it’s working. Look how cute!”
Two things happened the moment the wordpetleft his mouth.
First, an unholy screech filled the room around them, echoing like an earthquake and rattling Oren’s bones. Second, an alarm just outside their room flashed red, screaming in warning as a stampede of feet thundered in response.
The creature detached from his shoulder and tumbled forward, flailing around, trying to grip Oren’s clothes. Oren reached for the little creature to prevent it from falling to the ground. He cupped his palms behind its back and held it close to his chest.
“It’s all good, little one. Don’t be scared,” Oren cooed, petting the small back gently. “This will be over in no time.”
“Oren!” Luc said, approaching them with his hands outstretched, steps slow and calculated as if he was trying to get close to a feral animal. “She’s not scared. She’s doing this.”
“Doing what?” Oren asked, blinking.
“All of this,” Luc said, pointing toward the door and the mayhem behind it. “Oren, that’s Tana.”
13
Epilogue
“Iknew I made the right call getting you this chair,” Oren said as he flicked the little pedal that made it recline.
It sent Luc flat onto his back with Oren sitting on his lap and looming over him, arms going around his neck. He could feel Luc’s cock underneath his ass. Could feel him hard and pulsing.
“Starting to get a feeling you got this chair for you, not me, hon,” Luc said, smirking.
Oren stuck his tongue out, rolling his hips into Luc’s. “You complaining?”
Luc’s fingers went to his hips, gripping hard and pulling him closer, rubbing their erections together. One claw slid around and pulled the waistband of Oren’s pants away from his skin to allow his tail to slither inside and tease Oren’s ass. “Not even a little bit.”
Oren arched into it, certain he’d never have enough of Luc and everything he was able to do to him. It was a damn good thing they had an eternity together. Oren planned to use every second.
“New batch is in, boss man.”
Oren whined against Luc’s chest, turning his head to find Zorun standing in the doorway to Luc’s office. His gigantic arms were crossed over his chest, and while Zorun never actually smiled, Oren saw a sadistic little twinkle in his eye as he stared at the tableau he had just interrupted.
Oren scowled back at him. That should teach him.
Zorun seemed unfazed, the overgrown moth. He tapped his nonexistent wristwatch with a sharpened claw. “Time’s a-ticking.”
“Fine. I’ll be right there,” Oren said, turning to Luc at the sound of the scoff that left his mouth.
“He said boss man.” Luc was dangerously close to pouting. “I’m boss man.”
“Yup,” Oren said, detaching from Luc and standing up from his lap. “And he came to inform you they’re here. You are now informed.”
“Great,” Luc said petulantly, crossing his arms over his chest.
“Look at him pout,” a bored-sounding voice from behind Zorun said before one white-haired head poked around his wings.
“Azoth,” Oren said, “don’t tease the devil.”
“But he makes it so easy.” Another white-haired head joined the first one.
“Tarik,” Oren greeted. “Did you two bring Paisley?”
