Page 13 of Summoning Mr. Wrong
I collapsed back against the cushions, boneless and dazed. “Holy shit.”
“Again, not quite,” he said with a grin, moving up to stretch out beside me. “But I’ll take the compliment.”
As my breathing returned to normal, I became aware that he was still very much aroused, his erection pressing against my hip. I reached for him, but he caught my wrist.
“You don’t have to,” he said, surprising me. “Tonight was about showing you what you’ve been missing.”
“And what if I want to?” I challenged, feeling brave in my post-orgasmic haze.
His eyes darkened. “Then I certainly won’t stop you.”
I slid down his body, nervous but determined to give as good as I’d gotten. I might not have centuries of experience, but enthusiasm counts for something, right?
As my hand wrapped around him, the tattoos on his skin swirled faster, reacting to his arousal. It was fascinating and incredibly hot. I experimented with different strokes, watching his reactions carefully.
“Like this?” I asked, twisting my wrist on the upstroke.
His breath hissed between his teeth. “Just like that.”
Encouraged, I lowered my head, tentatively licking the tip. The taste was unusual—not unpleasant, but different from what I was used to. Spicier, somehow, like everything else about him.
I took him into my mouth, as much as I comfortably could, using my hand for what didn’t fit. Deus’s fingers threadedthrough my hair, not pushing, just resting there as if to ground himself.
“Perfect,” he murmured, his voice rougher than I’d ever heard it. “You’re a natural.”
The praise sent a thrill through me, spurring me to greater efforts. I lost myself in the task, in the sounds he made, in the way the tattoos danced faster under my free hand where it rested on his hip.
Unlike me, Deus seemed to have supernatural control, lasting much longer than I had. Just when my jaw was starting to ache, his fingers tightened in my hair.
“Julian,” he warned, “if you don’t want to—”
I doubled down, taking him deeper, my answer clear. His control finally broke, his hips jerking up as he came with a sound that was almost a growl. The taste was strange—sweeter than I expected, with that same spicy undertone—but not unpleasant.
When I finally pulled away and looked up, the sight nearly took my breath away. Deus was flushed, his tattoos whirling like dervishes across his skin, his eyes glowing brighter than I’d ever seen them. He looked powerful and vulnerable at the same time, a contradiction that made my chest tight with emotions I wasn’t ready to examine.
“Come here,” he said, pulling me up to lie beside him.
We stayed like that for a while, catching our breath, his supernatural heat keeping me warm despite our lack of clothing. After a few minutes, he waved a hand lazily, and a blanket from my bedroom floated over to cover us.
“Show-off,” I muttered, but snuggled under the blanket gratefully.
“Convenient,” he corrected, his arm tightening around me. “No need to move when we’re so comfortable.”
I should have been freaking out. I’d just had sex with a demon. An actual supernatural being who was currently usingtelekinesis to adjust the blanket around us. But strangely, I felt more at peace than I had in months.
“So,” I said finally, “was that part of your mysterious favor?”
Deus’s laugh rumbled through his chest where my head rested. “No, that was just a bonus. For both of us.”
“Then what is the favor? Because if you’re trying to corrupt my soul or something, I hate to break it to you, but it was already pretty tarnished.”
He looked down at me, his expression surprisingly serious. “I’m not here for your soul, Julian. I’m here because…” He hesitated, which seemed unusual for him. “Because sometimes even demons get lonely. And sometimes humans need someone who sees them clearly.”
It wasn’t a direct answer, but it felt true nonetheless. I settled more comfortably against him, questions still swirling in my mind but too content to voice them just yet.
“Will you stay?” I asked instead, suddenly worried he might disappear now that we’d crossed this line.
“Try to get rid of me,” he said, pressing a kiss to the top of my head that felt almost… tender.
