Page 6 of Demon Food

A blow across my cheek nearly knocked the wind from me as my head jerked to one side.

He probably didn’t even realize how hard he’d hit me. They were strong. So strong. He could fling me across this room if he wanted, breaking my body with a single snap, and he wouldn’t even break a sweat.

“You watch your tone with me,” he said, his voice low and dangerous. “That is the last time I will tolerate such insolence.”

My cheek was throbbing, but if he hadn’t slapped me, I might not have noticed it. A worn leather satchel sat upon his desk. The one where he saved coins for deposit. It looked…full.

I held my cheek as I twisted back to him, swallowing my rage as I’d always done. “You’re right. It was wrong of me to come here.”

“But a deal is a deal, and I want the kiss.”

I dropped my hand, stretching my jaw as I slinked backward toward the desk. “I am a man of my word.”

He licked his lips as he watched me, like I was a cake on a platter.

“If you want the kiss,” I said, hoisting myself up onto the desk, parting my legs for him, “then come get it.”

He twitched hard. So hard it looked painful as he rushed between my legs like a hungry buffoon.

“Yes,” I whispered, wrapping my legs around his waist, cradling his head against my chest as he smothered it in these hurried, open mouth kisses. “Yes, Terrek. Drink, baby.”

He wasted no time. Within seconds, he was feeding, and with a sudden rush of warmth spilled down my body, blanketing me in desire.

Sex demons were more than mind-blowing—you didn’t even have a mind when you were with them—and more than pleasurable. They fucking were pleasure. Being with them was ethereal. Transcendent. Indescribable. Like the planets themselves aligned inside your body.

I’d once heard it explained as ‘a satisfaction we were never meant to feel,’ and no truer of a statement existed.

“Fuck, you taste so fucking good,” he was whispering against my chest as I leaned back, letting my legs fall completely open, which was a bait he took instantly, kissing his way down my torso.

“I said anywhere.” I pulled my hardening cock out of the way, rubbing my balls for his viewing pleasure. “What about here?”

“Gods, yes.”

He licked my balls, titillated them with his tongue as I inched my hand toward the satchel. It lay on its side with a single button in the middle, the opening just wide enough to wiggle my fingers inside.

The coins clinked as I crept my fingers around two of them, but I moaned loudly just in time. He took it as encouragement, sucking my balls inside his wet mouth.

“That feels so good,” I whimpered, pulling his head tighter as I scraped another coin into my palm. “So, so good,” I said, clutching them into a fist.

I only came here for two. But because of his attitude, I would be taking three.

“I can make you come, human,” he asked, licking the length of my hard cock. “You want to come?”

“Mhmm,” I said, slipping my fist from the satchel.

“Gods, you taste like a dream. Fuck yes, baby. Come in my mouth⁠—”

“That is all.” I sat up, shoving him off with all my strength.

A growl rolled from him as he staggered backward.

“Time’s up,” I said, hopping from the desk.

He wiped his mouth, having the audacity to blink at me with eyes as wide as they were red. He was out of breath as he said, “You cannot be serious.”

“We agreed on one minute.” I slipped my hands into the pockets of my robe as I ambled toward the door. “The minute is up.”

“You are a fucking tease,” he said, jamming a finger toward my back. “You always have been.”