Page 116 of Demon's Desire
Nico ran a hand through his hair. “I’ll check it once we get there. We don’t all have immortal fire to keep us warm.”
“True. Shall I wear my faux fur to blend in on the street?”
“Floor length fur will never blend in, my love.”
Onyx pushed off the wall and sauntered over to the clothing rack. “It’s as blended in as I feel like being tonight.”
The loft had undergone a few renovations since Nico had moved in. Their main wardrobes were arranged on racks like their very own boutique, and Nico had a substantial gaming set-up next to the library. Onyx had also installed a kitchen for him, though they ate out enough that Nico was saved from cooking most of the time.
Lucia still kept his freezer stocked. She visited The Herb Emporium regularly, always bringing him something, and he had dinner with her family once a month. It was unreal to see Emilio’s kids in high school.
“Do you think Harper and Ash will come with us one of these nights?” Onyx asked as he slid on his faux fur coat.
“Harper’s been asking you about the club, too?” Nico had an in-depth conversation with him about kink clubs the other day. “He’s turned into one of the most outgoing people I’ve ever known. I don’t doubt he’ll bring Ash along at some point.”
Onyx sighed wistfully, like a proud parent. “Our sweet little witch is all grown up. He’ll try anything once, just like me.”
Nico laughed. “I haven’t found anything you’re satisfied with trying only once.”
“Can you blame me? Anything we do together is worth repeating.” Onyx fluffed his coat. “I’m looking forward to tonight.”
Nico and Onyx were making an appearance at the exclusive kink club that Onyx had belonged to for years. It was a human-run establishment, so no horns, biting, or other magical elements were allowed, but holding back around unsuspecting humans—even as their bond heightened every beautiful sensation—was its own kind of fun. And the second round, when the two of them got home, was never short of explosive.
There were few beings Onyx was intimate with in full demon form. On those rare instances when he let completely loose, Nico couldn’t have been more full of love or felt closer to his mate.
Watching his demon open up over the years was a continuous joy. Onyx was less guarded these days and revealed his demonic features in non-sexual situations often, no longer afraid to show others his emotions or be honest when he was emotionally attached to someone.
Nico tipped Onyx’s chin and planted a kiss on his lips. Onyx opened for him, and Nico slid his tongue inside, his hand coming to rest over the leather collar. Nico squeezed Onyx’s throat, gentle but firm. His mate purred, and the bond between them vibrated like a violin string.
“Careful, or we won’t make it out the door,” Onyx warned.
Nico brushed Onyx’s lower lip with his thumb. “Rowan and his mate will be sad they missed you.”
The vampire was all loved up in a way that had shocked Nico at first. Even Onyx hadn’t been able to resist liking Rowan after seeing his dedication to his chosen mate.
“We can’t leave them as the only magical beings at the club,” Onyx agreed. “I suppose I can wait until we get there.”
“Mmm. That’s my good boy.” Nico swatted Onyx’s ass, the sound muffled by the fur coat.
“Am I a good enough boy that you’ll finally let me commission a portrait of you?”
Nico bit back a laugh. Leave it to his demon to try and sneakthat into the conversation. “Depends. Is Fiona the artist you have in mind?”
Onyx pursed his lips. “Who else? All I want is a tasteful boudoir painting of my mate. Why is that so much to ask?”
“As I’ve said, you can have as many as you like, if you promise not to show them to Scott.”
“But Scott appreciates art.”
“He can appreciate art, not my ass.”
“Why not? We’re off to a club where you’ve done all manner of lewd things to me and others. With an audience. If you’re lucky, tonight I’ll let you finger me until I’m sobbing in a room full of people. How can you be so hung up on a little painting?”
Nico’s face heated, and pleasure tightened in his core. “Let me? I’ll do what I please with you. Think you can take that much teasing without your tail popping out?”
“If you do it right. I trust you to only give me what I can handle and save the rest until we’re home.”
“Fuck. I’ll always do you right, little butterfly.”
