Tenderness flooded Nico. “I sure can. Want to tell me how you’d like me to do that, or do you want me to decide?”
 
 Onyx bit his lip. “Tie me down and force me to stay. Tell me I can’t run. That you won’t…”
 
 “I won’t leave you.”
 
 Onyx whimpered and his sweet scent filled the air.
 
 “Do you have restraints or do I need to get creative?”
 
 Onyx’s breathing shallowed. “I’ve got anything you could possibly imagine.”
 
 “Then strip and get on the bed. On your hands and knees.”
 
 Onyx crossed the room, seeming unsteady on his feet. Nico paused, watching him go, the heaviness in his chest making this moment monumental. Onyx was giving him everything, trusting him when it didn’t come easy.
 
 Nico was so proud of him.
 
 His mate reached the enormous bed, which was at least three times as wide as a king and twice as long, and stripped off his pants and underwear, freeing his tail.
 
 Nico slowly stalked forward. Onyx glanced over his shoulder, fangs extended and eyes burning. Then, Onyx released his wings, blue feathers spreading wide.
 
 Nico could have fallen to his knees. “That’ll never stop taking my breath away. On the bed, little butterfly.”
 
 Onyx shuddered, feathers rustling, and climbed onto the bed. He faced the carved wooden headboard and draped a wing over each side, the bed large enough to support his wingspan. He knelt forward, tail flicking back and forth, and stuck his ass in the air, spine arched and head resting on his hands.
 
 “Everything you need is in the trunk,” he breathed, sounding half gone already.
 
 “Perfect. You’re being such a good boy. Keep it up and be patient while I get ready.”
 
 Onyx moaned in response.
 
 Nico stripped off his clothes, cock already erect. He stooped to open the trunk and found it packed full. “Damn. I thought you didn’t bring lovers here.”
 
 There was a whole array of cuffs, paddles, and toys, including gags and blindfolds, and that was just what Nico could see at a glance.
 
 “I don’t bring lovers here. All that’s… It’s what I use when I play by myself.”
 
 Fuck. Nico’s mind filled with obscene image after obscene image. “You enchant these things to pleasure you?”
 
 “Come on, Nico, we’ve covered magic. Stop acting like a human. I don’t need a partner to get tied up and spanked into oblivion.”
 
 Nico chuckled. “An all-powerful demon, and what do you do? Fuck yourself.”
 
 “What’s magic good for if I can’t do that? Stop making me wait or I’ll take back everything I said and see to myself.”
 
 “No you fucking won’t, brat. Don’t get smart with me.”
 
 Onyxhumphed, his ass wiggling, and Nico smiled, warmth blooming in his chest. Damn, it was good to have his prickly demon back.
 
 “Seems like doing what I tell you already has you feeling better.”
 
 There was a beat of silence. Onyx repositioned, bracing on his elbows, and glanced over his shoulder, eyes hooded. “Yes. But please hurry. I need you.”
 
 Nico shivered. He liked his demon desperate. “Not very patient, are you?”
 
 Onyx whined.
 
 Nico crossed his arms. “You can manage. Waiting will make you feel even better. Promise.”