Page 12 of The Nephilim's Touch
“That’s three questions, angel.” His tail unwraps from around him and, like a cobra, strikes towards me.
“Then you can ask me three, of course.” I lift a hand and with my eyes silently ask if I can touch him. Thankfully, Van gets my meaning, and he tips his head.
“Yes, I know when it’s moving and, for the most part it is me directing it. But sometimes, I don’t know, sometimes it just does its own thing and I stop it when I realize.”
I brush my fingers over the barbed parts. They’re more like bumps though now that I see his tail up close. “Oh! It’s soft.”
“Mmm hmmm,” he purrs. “And sensitive. It’s an erogenous zone, just like my horns.”
My eyes flick up to his horns, and my hands itch to test him, but I refrain.
“My tail usually has a glamor over it to look properly barbed, but Poe stripped me of my magic. So here’s my tail in all its boring glory.”
“Why’d you want a barbed tail?” I ask.
“Why not?” He shrugs and his tail slithers around my hands. “It keeps people from touching my tail if they think there are barbs that’ll hurt them.”
“You don’t want your tail touched?” I stop my caresses.
“Not without my permission, no. It’s like someone stroking my cock.”
My face heats thinking of all the times someone has reached out to touch one of the demon’s tails at Flutter and Fangs. Not me, I kept those inside desires inside and I’m glad I have.
Van tips my chin to look him in the eye. “What is going on in that pretty head of yours? You’re too cute to scrunch your face like that.”
I snort and I pull my hands from his tail. “Nothing. Let’s finish the talk, because I have a few more things to discuss.”
“By all means, continue.” Van waves toward me as he settles back into the seat across the table, taking his tail with him.
“No loud parties and no pets. Both are part of my lease agreement.”
“Doable.” Van nods as he steeples his fingers and leans in.
“And… please don’t bring sexual partners over until we figure out an arrangement.”
A sly grin falls over Van’s face. “No problem. Now, I think you owe me three answers, and sex is a topic I love very much.”
“I have nothing to hide.” But I pick at the edge of my table, hoping he doesn’t ask anything super embarrassing.
He lifts a hand and holds up his pointer finger. “Are you part of the Rainbow brigade? I’m very gay.” Adds his middle finger. “If so, what’s your preference? Me?” He presses his other hand to his chest. “I’m verse.” And the ring finger joins when he asks, “Have you ever been to an orgy? My favorite pastime.”
It takes a moment for my brain to process that last question. “No orgies.” I lick my lips and have to suppress a shiver when he gives me a little fake pout. “Bisexual. I lean closer to wanting guys as partners, but I’m attracted to everyone, apparently. And holy crap are there attractive people in Hex. And I’m an exclusive top.”
“What?!” His hand flies to his chest and I can’t tell if he’s being genuine or if it’s theatrics.
“What do you mean what? What part requiresthatkind of reaction?” Surely it’s not about me being bi?
“Exclusive top? Who’s an exclusive anything these days?”
My mouth opens and closes a couple of times and I can’t decide what to say, so I clamp it shut.
“How do you not enjoy the delights of an anal orgasm? I like it more than topping most days.”
“I’ve never had the delights of an anal orgasm,” I mumble.
“You’ve never bottomed?” His mouth drops open.
“That’s not what I said. I’ve never?—”
