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Incense always made Eddie sneeze, the force of it sending the candleflames aflicker, shadows dancing across the shed’s barren walls. Winter’s chill seeped through the wooden planks. The lone window was dark and clouded with ice, snow blurring past.
Clutching a threadbare blanket around himself, Eddie huddled beside the chalk circle. Tome open before him, he willed his chattering teeth to form the long chant, Latin he didn’t understand.
The words stumbled and tripped from his lips.
When he spilled a drop of blood on the chalk and nothing happened, he despaired he’d have to start over—or worse, the spell was fake.
The whole process had taken hours. He was cold and tired, and the dangerous allure of sleep hummed a siren song in his bones.
Then darkness.
Sleep?
No, the faint gray of snow still whirled past the window, and the acrid stink of smoke meant the candles had been extinguished.
At least freezing to death was supposedly peaceful.
Craning his head back to beseech any higher power for a sprinkle of mercy, Eddie opened his mouth only to yelp, toppling on his rear. Two points of amber glowed in the dark. Twin stars moving together. Blinking together.
Eyes.
“Somebody should learn their spells before casting them,” hissed a bored voice. “Who were you trying to summon? Because it can’t have been me. You mortals are stupid, but you’re not that stupid. Who was it? Belfor? Gal’ul? I’ll have whoever it is flayed for the mix up. A mortal summoning me.” The—man? being? demon?—spat.
Eddie swallowed. “I-I’m sorry. I j-just wan-wanted—”
“Speak clearly, Nine Hells.”
Eddie scrambled back until his shoulder banged the wall, making the shack shudder around them.
“No wonder I was ripped here so violently. Your incantation must have been clumsy as shit.”
“S-s-sorry. I’m—cold.”
The creature snorted, and there was the thud-click of a distinctly inhuman footstep.
Even more chilling was how many it took. Wherever the chalk wards Eddie had drawn were, the thing crossed them without even flinching.
As those fiery eyes approached, Eddie thought he felt a swirl of warmth.
The monster paused. His glowing eyes tilted, slitted pupils narrowing.
“Why are you cold? Don’t humans usually group together? Build your little hovels to keep you warm?”
“I don’t h-have a home anymore.”
The demon grunted, and in the next moment, fingers knotted in Eddie’s hair, wrenching his head back, and sudden heat seared his skin, nerves prickling back to life. He gasped. The heat, good yet painful, intensified under his jaw, and a deep inhale shot fear through him.
The demon was scenting him. Like prey.
Breath burned like a brand on Eddie’s neck. “You don’t smell hell-bound. Why are you summoning demons? Why not pray to your god?”
Realizing he’d been holding his breath, Eddie swallowed and rasped, “When has he ever a-answered? Never been a favorite of his, and I—the feeling is mutual.”
The thing laughed. “Feisty. Looking to switch sides?”
“If that’s what it takes.”
“Takes to what?”
“Not die.”
Another exhale warmed Eddie’s skin, and he almost leaned into it.
Those stark eyes returned. So close. Were they brighter, or was that just the proximity? Tremors wracked Eddie anew, but not from cold.
“What’s your name?” asked the demon.
“Eddie.”
“Eddie.” The monster rolled the name on his tongue as if tasting it. “And what, Eddie, were you planning to ask my underling for?”
“Underling?”
Eyes narrowing, the demon chuckled. The fist in Eddie’s hair wagged his head, and he bit back a whimper. “You have no idea who you summoned, do you?” asked the creature.
Eddie swallowed. “Like I’m supposed to recognize—”
“A prince of Hell.”
Eddie choked on his own tongue. He didn’t know much about magic or Heaven or Hell, but he knew enough to realize how deeply he’d fucked up.
“My real name is—” a rough hiss like sand shifting or an overbearing priest hushing churchgoers fell from the demon’s mouth, “but your sweet little tongue can’t handle that, so you can call me S or prince. Or master.” He purred the final word.
Eyes wide, Eddie rasped, “We haven’t made a deal yet, so you’re not…”
“Mm, no, we haven’t, which brings me back to my question—what were you going to ask for? I can’t help if you don’t communicate.”
Eddie frowned. “Help?”
Sighing, the prince’s grip eased on Eddie’s hair, stroking gently. “I love corrupting pure souls, and you’ve got the purest I’ve seen. An innocent little angel here on Earth. Striking a deal with me will be the first blot of ink on your spotless canvas. If you want. I’m a demon, but I’m not a monster. I won’t force you into anything.”
Eddie’s laugh emerged high and demented, but the prince didn’t react, steadily holding his gaze. “So,” Eddie cleared his throat, “you would? Make a deal?”
“No point in a wasted trip.”
The only sound was the howling wind outside, then Eddie straightened. “I want powers. Magic of my own. I want to be able to fend for myself and protect myself and…”
S’s eyes narrowed. “And?”
Chewing his lip, Eddie pinched his eyes shut against the memories.
Chrissy’s broken body.
Henry’s cruel laughter.
“Vengeance,” said S.
Eddie blinked.
“I can smell it on you. Not just an angel, an avenging one. And for good reason, I bet. Always is with you righteous ones.”
Eddie swallowed, throat clicking. He hated how weak his voice sounded. “I want to protect people.”
“Ah!” The prince’s eyes shut briefly. “I love the good ones.” He clapped Eddie’s shoulder, and when something nudged his legs, he flinched. “Oh, yeah. You can’t see, can you?”
Fingers snapped, then the candles reignited, blazing brighter and hotter than should’ve been possible, illuminating the creature crouched before Eddie. Two horns curled from a plume of feathery, brown hair. Lean, naked body, the limbs streaked with deep red veins. Claws long and dark as if dipped in blood. A thin, serpentine tail tucked around the prince’s feet, brushing Eddie’s shin.
Gold gleamed around his horns, pierced his nipples, and when the prince licked his fangs, gold glinted in his tongue too.
“You understand what a deal with me means?”
Gaze traversing the prince’s body, Eddie shook himself and looked up. “My soul. You own my soul when I die.”
“That’s the price, yeah, but do you understand what happens when you cut a deal with a prince of Hell? How our deals are struck.”
“A kiss, right? They’re sealed with a kiss.”
“That’s the seal of a lower demon. For a contract this big, my seal is a bit more…involved.” The way the prince’s gaze trailed down Eddie’s neck then back up raised goosebumps worse than the cold.
Eddie’s shoulders bunched. “You—drink my blood?”
For the first time, S looked taken aback. He laughed.
Actually laughed.
If he didn’t have horns and fangs and everything else, he might’ve looked handsome.
“Only if you want me to,” he purred. “But no. Since my magic is more powerful, it needs a stronger connection to transfer, so striking a deal with me means you give yourself to me completely. Soul and,” he slid the back of one talon up Eddie’s shin, making him shiver, “body.”
Eddie’s lips formed the word, but he couldn’t voice it. Swallowing hard, he said, “I would—we would…”
“Sex. We would have sex.”
“Right.” Eddie shuddered an exhale, feeling more frozen than he had in the cold. Why couldn’t he have gotten the damn spell right?
Rocking on his heels, S hugged his knees and studied Eddie. “You could ask for something simpler. I could make do with a kiss if it were just to keep you alive through the night.”
Eddie frowned. Was he offering an out? Since when did demons—let alone princes of Hell—show mercy? S was nothing like expected. He even had an almost charming quality. If he were human, he would’ve been cute with his chin resting on his knees while he swayed back and forth, tail swishing along the floor.
Or maybe that was the point.
Charm, deceive, manipulate his way into deals with naïve souls. Eddie wasn’t naïve, but he did know what he wanted.
“No,” he said. “I want to go through with it.”
The prince’s palms banged against the wall to either side of Eddie’s head, caging him, his nose and mouth nestled in Eddie’s hair, leaving him staring wide-eyed at the column of the prince’s neck. Then down. The dip of his clavicles. The slope of his chest covered in hair. The dots of metal there.
Sweat broke across Eddie’s brow, though he couldn’t be sure whether it was from the heat radiating off the prince or the twinge of interest in his gut.
“Are you sure about this, little one?” S whispered, breath hot on Eddie’s ear.
Eddie’s lips parted to agree, but what came out was, “Will it hurt?”
S drew back, meeting his gaze. “Only if you want it to. I only take pleasure in the pain of those who deserve it.”
Whether the reassurance in S’s eyes was sincere or not, Eddie took comfort in it. “I’m sure.”
Gaze sinking to Eddie’s mouth, S gripped under his jaw, tugging until he opened. A thumb, warmer than human skin but no less pleasant, traced his lower lip.
S rose off his haunches to kneel over Eddie. “Taste me.” Then he spat into Eddie’s mouth, making him flinch.
It was hot as blood but tasted vaguely musky, like sex, startling a shiver through Eddie. He panted, uncertain what to do as it dripped down his tongue and chin.
S smeared a fingertip through his own saliva, spreading it up Eddie’s cheek. Marking him.
“Swallow.” S stroked Eddie’s throat until he gulped loudly. Then he grinned. “That won’t be the only piece of me you’ll swallow tonight.”
As if on cue, something twitched against Eddie’s knee, and he looked down, expecting to see the prince’s tail, only to find his cock, hard and massive. He hadn’t seen it when S had been crouching, but now he worried he’d lied about this not hurting. There was no way it would fit. In his throat or anywhere else.
Not only that, Eddie realized something more than precum reflected candlelight. More gold. Through the underside of the leaking head stuck a horizontal barbell. Fresh precum trickled over it.
“Wondering how it’ll feel inside you?” S teased, claw tickling under Eddie’s jaw, lifting his gaze. “Wondering if it’ll fit?”
Could he read Eddie’s thoughts? Was that part of the contract? “What do you want me to do?”
“Fuck, you’re perfect for this, aren’t you? Don’t worry about whether it’ll fit. I’ll make it. Shove it in until you’re spilling over with my seed, my power. Make you fat with it.”
A noise escaped Eddie’s throat, a noise he’d never heard himself make. Thin and pathetic.
S chuckled. “Would you like that? Want me to breed you? Want this,” his fingers strummed his length, “to breed you?”
Eddie nodded and found it was honest. He did want that. Maybe it was part of the contract that he’d succumb like this.
Maybe S was more enticing than Eddie wanted to admit.
“I’ll be able to get justice for Chrissy?” he asked.
“You’ll be able,” S murmured, leaning so his warmth teased Eddie’s lips and nose, “to get whatever you want.”
He hovered there, waiting for Eddie to close the distance, and he did. It was hot, borderline painful, and everywhere S’s tongue touched left tingles under Eddie’s skin. First his lips where it asked entry. Then Eddie’s tongue, cheeks, and gums tingled just the same as if swelling with arousal the way his cock did in his trousers. As if his blood sought to feed itself to the prince.
He grew dizzy with it. The click of S’s piercing against his teeth. The deep plunge of his tongue—too long and pointed to be human. The salty taste of him.
When they separated, Eddie knew his lips were red, puffy, and wet, and he couldn’t help wondering what other parts of him would be by the time S finished with him.
“Mm, your soul tastes like autumn. Sweet and spicy,” S remarked, a twinkle in his eye as he thumbed through their mingled spit on Eddie’s lip. “Anything else you’d like in this sweet mouth?”
Eddie blinked. How needy he must’ve seemed, losing his grip after only a kiss.
But his soul was forfeit anyway.
Chasing S’s mouth, Eddie slid a hand down, tentatively gripping his shaft, unable to touch his middle finger and thumb around it. He glanced down at it then back up.
S smiled, fangs glinting, then stood so his cock bobbed at Eddie’s eye level. “Go ahead. Have a taste. But I’ll warn you, it won’t be as sweet as you.”
Shifting onto his knees, Eddie let the blanket fall from his shoulders. The shack was plenty warm now. Even more so as his palms rested on hairy, muscular thighs. S’s skin was like the leftover embers of a fire, and Eddie wondered if he’d end up burned.
S said there’d be no pain.
Gentle claws in Eddie’s hair seemed to reassure that. One last glance up at that ravenous look in S’s eyes, then Eddie grasped his dick, pumping slowly, steadily.
It was long and an impatient red. At least other than its size, it looked human. A neat patch of dark hair surrounded the base, and Eddie started there, nuzzling from the crease of his pelvis to inhale the smoky, musky scent of him.
S chuckled quietly, petting his hair. “Fucking aching for it, aren’t you?”
Ignoring the pang in his groin as if his body were slave to S’s mere words, Eddie dipped his tongue along the length. All the way to the head and piercing underneath. He peered up through his eyelashes, teasing it.
S sighed, and a bead of precum spilled onto Eddie’s tongue. He closed his eyes, relishing the saltiness, the slickness, the heat.
“Already losing yourself, sweetness?” purred S, still stroking Eddie’s hair. “Don’t go away just yet. We have so much more fun left to have. Go ahead, take as much as you can.”
Although he was no stranger to pleasuring men, Eddie hesitated, but when he exhaled over the tip, the whole thing pulsed in his hand. He couldn’t just have a taste.
His lips sealed around the swollen head, and S groaned, fingers curling. Suckling, Eddie peered up because whether it was his demon lineage or his personality, the prince made arousal look like art, and he didn’t disappoint now. Full lips parted, pupils eclipsing his amber irises, stomach rippling. Free hand propped against the wall, he smoothed back Eddie’s bangs.
“Such a perfect little cockslut,” he breathed.
Eddie’s eyelids fluttered, spine spasming.
S chuckled. “Did you like that?”
Eddie nodded, eyes closing as S stroked a thumb along his brow. It was sweet and gentle, the kindest touch he’d felt since Chrissy, and what did that say about him?
“You’re perfect,” S said, and again, Eddie wondered if he could hear his thoughts.
He didn’t want to think. Didn’t want to think about the pain and cold. There was heat in his mouth, and he drew it further in, closing his eyes and slurping loudly as drool dribbled from the corners of his mouth. S’s sighs and murmured praises filled his mind. Fingers curled tighter in his hair, and when they tugged, he moaned around the cock, earning S’s satisfied hum. Spurred on, Eddie breathed deep, wiggled his head, and relaxed his throat to take as much as he could. It tickled his throat. He could feel his muscles protest, feel them bulge.
Blinking teary eyes, he found S staring, a deep flush rising in his cheeks, amber eyes seemingly glowing brighter.
Then Eddie saw how much he still hadn’t fit past his lips. Practically a third still left.
Eyes rolling, Eddie withdrew, gasping a wet breath.
“So good, angel,” S said. “Took me so deep, didn’t you? Wanna take all of me?”
“Don’ know if—I can,” Eddie panted, swaying.
“That’s okay. I know you can.” For the first time, S guided Eddie, pushing him back onto his dick, though Eddie wasn’t about to protest. The heft of it, the strain in his jaw, the roll of his piercing.
Was there something addictive about sex with demons?
Eddie didn’t care. He wanted the praise S would give when he swallowed him down, wanted to feel him as deep as possible. Unashamed, Eddie slurped and choked on S’s length, forcing him deeper and deeper, tugging and teasing his balls, coaxing every delicious noise from him he could.
“Oh, I’m gonna come, sweetness,” S groaned.
Eddie whined in protest. He hadn’t gotten him all the way in yet.
S smirked. “It’s all right. It’ll help.”
That sounded like the opposite of helpful, but the prince’s grasp in his hair didn’t let him pull back, so he sucked and swallowed and bobbed his head until his neck ached. S’s grip squeezed, his hips bucked, and his cock twitched. On the upstroke, hot saltiness flooded Eddie’s mouth.
Too much.
He couldn’t swallow fast enough.
It leaked around S’s girth, but rather than let him wrench back, S pressed him down, down, down.
Eddie’s eyes shut as his nose buried in short, curly hair, S’s cockhead delving further than ever. His throat convulsed, desperate to expel the intrusion, to draw in air. Eddie didn’t care.
Heat pooled in his stomach. Maybe he was imagining it, but he felt so warm. From the inside out.
“Fuck,” S said. “I’m spilling right down your throat. Can you feel it? I know you taste it.”
Eddie couldn’t breathe. He didn’t want to. Wanted to hang off the prince’s cock for eternity. This heady, floaty feeling keeping him aloft. Would that be his afterlife? Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad letting a demon own his soul.
If it were this demon.
S humped shallowly into Eddie’s face once, twice, three times before extracting himself, letting Eddie feel every inch.
“You know,” S said, unfazed even after coming buckets down Eddie’s throat, “I don’t usually enjoy myself this much with humans. But you. Oh, sweet Eddie. Sweet angel. I’m glad you messed up your summoning.”
Drifting on warmth and salt, Eddie managed a dazed smile.
S sank to his knees once more, cupping Eddie’s face. His expression was soft even with the sharpness of his eyes, nose, and fangs. “Let me clean you up.” The first tingling swipe of his tongue had Eddie’s eyes shuttering, relishing the feeling. Then the tip of S’s tongue snuck into his mouth. Eddie opened wider. “Mm,” S said, “you taste even better mixed with me.”
Eddie giggled, gripping S’s wrists to steady himself while the prince licked him clean, inside and out. It tickled but left warmth in its wake. S’s mouth captured his in a bruising kiss, a fang nicking his lip but not enough to bleed.
Eddie was—disappointed. He’d tasted S. He wanted S to taste him.
“Shh,” S said, and Eddie realized he’d whimpered. “Can you stand for me?” S murmured into the kiss.
Honestly? Eddie wasn’t sure, but his tongue couldn’t manage more than kissing, so he just whimpered again.
“Aw, can’t even talk, can you, sweetness? Poor mouth got all worn out, didn’t it? That’s all right. My little cockslut angel doesn’t need to talk anyway.” S kissed him again, lifting under his thighs. “Stand up for me. I won’t let you fall.”
Using S’s shoulders, Eddie pushed himself onto shaky legs.
“Lean against the wall. There you go. Let’s get these off.” S undid Eddie’s trousers and dragged them to the floor, lifting his feet out of them. He was bare before the prince. Cock, so small by comparison, curving up toward his navel. “Now put these,” S scooped under Eddie’s knee and kissed his inner thigh, nipped the supple skin, “gorgeous thighs over my shoulders.”
Eddie’s eyes widened. “Don’t wanna hurt you.”
“Oh, there he is. Got his words back. Hurt me? You couldn’t if you tried, sweetness. Up you go.”
Like a ragdoll, Eddie was hoisted onto the prince’s shoulders with his dick straining right in his face. Eddie yanked his shirt down over it.
“Don’t hide from me, angel,” S said, easing his hands away until his cock sprang free, leaking shamelessly and twitching under S’s gaze. Capturing Eddie’s eyes, S licked a strip up the underside. “Nothing to be ashamed of. Such a cute little prick.” He nuzzled the base, sucking one ball, then the other.
Eddie’s core boiled at the glimpse of fangs so near his most vulnerable places, then S delved lower. Eddie clung to the only available handholds—S’s horns, rough and sturdy.
Eddie tensed and gasped at the tongue laving against his hole, piercing catching slightly. Hot and wet. When S hummed, it traveled under Eddie’s skin. Nobody had ever tasted him this way. Tasted inside him the way S did, the pointed end of his tongue gentle but insistent, alighting Eddie’s body with tingles flooding to his toes and fingertips, spreading the slick of saliva into him.
There was no pain. It was slippery and easy, S’s tongue gradually widening, stretching him, and Eddie struggled not to squirm, but he was helpless. When he inevitably wobbled too far, S’s arms around his hips righted him.
It was at that point Eddie realized he was riding the prince’s face.
Grunting, huffing, and whining, he was a filthy mess.
He didn’t get the chance to find his shame. The ball of S’s piercing teased along that spot inside Eddie, shocking bolts through him like lightning, and he banged his head back against the wall.
“Oh—that’s—”
Slurping loudly, S snickered. Between sloppy kisses to Eddie’s rim, his voice emerged muffled, “Enjoying yourself, angel?”
“It-it’s never felt like this.”
The skate of fangs under his thigh made Eddie’s jaw hang open. Then plush, wet tongue. It dove back to his entrance, fucking shallowly at first before sinking deep, awakening that stretch that had Eddie humping forward, needing more, needing everything.
But S withdrew.
Face half covered in spit, fangs bared in a grin, he kissed the meat of Eddie’s thigh on each side then let the points of his fangs press—still not breaking skin—as he sucked and popped off with a smack. A bruise was already blooming.
“Look at you,” said the prince, nuzzling Eddie’s thigh, inhaling deep, eyeing Eddie’s cock. “Such a pretty whore. So wet.”
Eddie swallowed a whine as more precum beaded at the tip.
Every sugar-laced insult was like heroin, and what did that say about him?
S kissed and licked up Eddie’s thigh and hip, dropping his legs from his shoulders. Eddie’s knees would’ve buckled if not for S’s grip on his hips. He surrendered to it. Hooked his arms around S’s neck as he kissed all the way up Eddie’s belly, chest, and neck.
Feeding Eddie his tongue in a kiss, he whispered, “Taste yourself, sweetness.”
It was musky and bitter, and Eddie got so lost in it he gasped when S spun him to face the wall, pressing him flat with his own body. His cock slid hard and thick between Eddie’s ass cheeks.
Breath then lips, damp and soft, tickled his ear. S nibbled the shell. “Ready, angel?”
Eddie’s exhale shuddered out of him. He was, he wanted it, but with only spit to ease the way... “It really won’t hurt?”
“Do you want it to?”
“N-no.”
“You’re plenty prepared, and,” fingers tilted Eddie’s head so S could lap his cheek, leaving it tingling and dripping, “my saliva works wonders, sweetness. Don’t you feel how wet you are?” He nudged the tip of his cock at Eddie’s rim. It stretched slightly, the glide smooth, Eddie’s body almost opening to pull him in, desperate for it. The prince’s breath fluttered over where he’d licked. “Well?”
“Please,” Eddie choked.
The prince didn’t make him wait. It was a slow, shallow thrust, and not only was it thick, but the studs of the piercing teased Eddie’s rim. His mouth fell open, noises punching out of him as his whole body felt the intrusion.
“Relax for me, angel,” S purred, petting Eddie’s neck. “If I can’t get deep enough, my come might leak out. Can’t have that, can we?”
Eddie whined, body clenching.
S chuckled and smoothed both hands lazily up and down Eddie’s torso until he sank into it—and a little further onto S’s length. How was he stretched enough for this? It felt like the prince’s arm inside him, spearing him, hot and slick, and it wasn’t even in all the way.
The hands on his stomach snaked down to his pelvis and pressed. Eddie moaned when his ass finally nestled against coarse pubes, warm skin. His legs quivered. If not for the body pinning him, the hands on him, he would’ve collapsed.
“Look down, my pretty little whore,” said S.
Eddie peered down to find red talons resting below his navel, thumb stroking. It took a moment to register. A bump. A slight bulge where the prince’s dick sheathed inside.
Eddie’s cock jumped and drooled just below it.
“Gonna fuck you so full,” S said, circling his hips. “You’re gonna take it all, aren’t you?”
“Uh-huhmmm,” Eddie slurred, cheek flattened against the wall as his body lit with pleasure, balls already drawing up. He was dumb with it, mind empty but for the sensations melting his bones.
The prince began thrusting in earnest, pulling Eddie’s hips back so their flesh slapped together, withdrawing just enough his piercing rubbed Eddie’s entrance again and again. A lewd drumbeat of plap, plap, plap. Eddie’s breathless grunts. He was nothing but motion and ecstasy, fingernails scraping wood, head tossed back, eyes rolling, and when S finally angled for that spot inside, Eddie choked something thin and pitiful, body seizing as his come splattered the wall and floor.
S hummed, thrusts quickening. The shudders faded, and Eddie mewled, tipping into overstimulation. “Please,” he mumbled.
“Hm? You want more, little cockslut? I know, I know. You’re so desperate to be full.”
Eddie sobbed, but his mouth forgot how to form words, so he rode it out until it faded into pleasure again just as S stilled with a final, powerful slam. More heat spilled into Eddie. It was enough to push him to the edge again but not over.
Something wet and hot nudged his lips. He didn’t think before opening. He didn’t think at all. Only taste. Tangy and salty.
Come.
He was sucking come from S’s finger, and considering his dick still plugged Eddie’s hole, it was Eddie’s come.
“Good angel. Such a sweet, poor thing. You can barely stand. Let’s get you more comfortable.”
Eddie was lifted around his torso, ass still stuffed with dick. Like a puppet, he was slung around and maneuvered until he straddled the prince, sitting on the floor. S cradled him in his lap, caressing his sides.
The relief at being off his feet turned Eddie into even more of a puddle, and he sagged against S, gasping when the movement jostled the cock inside him. S didn’t let him rest, though. He hugged Eddie and rocked them back and forth in a lazy fuck, spreading Eddie’s ass cheeks as if he could get any deeper.
Eddie already felt him in his damn throat.
“Let me see you, sweetness,” S said, easing him back. He lifted Eddie’s shirt over his head, licking patterns along his chest and collarbones. Latching onto a nipple he hummed, and the vibration made Eddie bite his lip. Hard metal flicked over the nub, making him squeak and shiver.
Popping off, S teased, “You’re shaking again. Cold? We can fix that.”
When S leaned away, reaching for something, Eddie couldn’t stop a whine from escaping. He’d never felt so needy. Never felt allowed to be. But the prince seemed all too pleased by it, cooing tender nonsense as he returned.
“Don’t worry. I’ve got you right here. Not going anywhere. Gonna keep you warm all night, inside and out.”
Too out of it to comprehend much of what he was seeing, Eddie only noticed the candlelight wavering before he felt it. A plop right on his nipple that burned and made him flinch. It didn’t hurt, lingering on the edge of pain, leaving tingles under his skin, making his cock throb. When had he grown hard again? Had he ever softened?
He’d never felt this lost in sensation, but another drop at the base of his sternum, dripping down his center, ensured he wouldn’t find his way out any time soon. Peering down with hazy eyes, he thought at first it was come. That the prince had spent on his chest, leaving burning white dribbling down.
Then he saw the candle.
S tipped another glob of wax, flowing over Eddie’s other nipple like S’s tongue, wet and hot, and Eddie jolted, squeezing and swaying. Another drop, lower. Eddie gasped, reflexively milking S’s cock.
The way S watched him react set Eddie on fire more than the heat or the wax or any of it. His hips began moving on their own, jerking with every drop of wax that wandered lower, lower, lower until Eddie was a gasping, drooling mess. How depraved he must have looked. How hungry for it the prince seemed.
His eyes glowed amber, reflecting the candle that tortured Eddie so delicately.
“Come again for me, my angel.”
Eddie moaned and nodded, hips clumsy and desperate, aiming S’s cock for that bundle of nerves. Shaky hands clung to S’s shoulders. Eddie’s head tossed back. Another drip dipping into his navel. Claws skimming up his ribs, smearing wax, flicking his nipple.
Slamming S’s cock against that spot, Eddie cried out, back arching, weight tipping back so S had to catch him. He eased him down, down until Eddie felt hardness beneath his shoulders.
Then he was empty.
He tried to protest, not recognizing his own pitiful noises.
The shack darkened, and he blinked blearily up at S, standing tall and stroking his monstrous length. Heat splattered Eddie’s face. He licked the saltiness, not wanting to waste it.
Suddenly, S was there, crouched over him, lapping come from his face. It tickled. Eddie giggled dazedly.
“Perfect little come-drunk whore, aren’t you?” S purred, peppering kisses across his cheeks, nose, eyelids.
Eddie hummed agreement then hummed with something else as the kisses trailed lower, finding his pulse, fangs teasing. He didn’t have words, didn’t know what words were in that moment, but fuck, he wanted so bad. He wanted to beg.
But he didn’t have to.
The prince’s teeth sank into his skin, piercing, searing.
A hot gush. Sucking. Licking.
Eddie gasped and came again, sobbing at the pain of it, loving the pain of it.
When he came to, he lay on the ground, on his side now, body heavy and sated. Dense heat curved along his back. A clawed, red-veined arm pillowed his head, another draped over his side, talons scratching his chest. A tongue laved over the burning ache on his neck. It shouldn’t have been soothing, but it was.
“There you are,” S said combing back his bangs.
Eddie grunted, tongue still thick and cumbersome.
“I admit, I’m impressed. They usually tap out after the first round. But you’re too sweet and perfect to give up, aren’t you?”
Eyes closed, Eddie smiled. The first syllable came out rusty and unintelligible, so he cleared his throat. “Can—can you read my mind?”
S chuckled, tucking Eddie’s hair behind his ear then nipping it. “No, sweet angel. I can smell what you lust for.”
“Oh.”
They basked in the quiet and warmth, the blizzard still howling outside. S nuzzled Eddie’s neck and hair, petted his stomach, kissed his shoulder. An impossible pocket of peace.
Until Eddie asked, “I have powers now?”
“Mmhmm.”
“Thank you.”
S chuckled. “Honestly, I should thank you. Best sex I’ve had in a long time.”
Eddie blushed, hoping the prince couldn’t tell. “I’m going to prove Henry Creel murdered Chrissy. Then I’m going to kill him.”
The prince stiffened. “You said Creel?”
Eddie twisted to look at him. “You know him?”
“I know his master.”
“He—made a deal?”
“How else do you think he can do what he can do?” The prince’s lip curled. “I wanted his soul, to make him suffer, but… My siblings are nothing if not opportunistic cheats.”
Frowning, Eddie felt a seed of cold in his gut for the first time in hours. “Shit. I thought this was going to be easy.”
S studied him then hugged him tighter. “Don’t worry, little angel. With the forces of a demon and an angel, we’ll kick his ass.”
“We?”
“Mm, you didn’t think I was going to let you wander off, did you? After tasting you, sweetness? I’m addicted.”
“I-I thought it would be the other way around.”
“It can’t be both?” S nosed along Eddie’s jaw. “You addicted to me, angel?”
Heat coiling in his belly, boiling that sprig of cold, evaporating it, Eddie chuckled breathlessly and let himself sink into it. Sink into the heat and flame.