Page 39 of The Devil Takes

He gave in so eagerly, unpracticed, but enthusiastic. His eyes were nearly black with lust as his lips stretched around my fingers and I began to play with him. Out, in. Toying with the slick heat of his tongue till I watched the tension bleed from his shoulders and his brow knit with concentration.

Percy wanted to please me.

I could not fathom why.

Why would he give in to a creature like me? Why give himself away? It made no sense. He made no sense. A walking contradiction. His large body so gloriously submissive, his frustration flavored like desperation. He was confusing and contradicting, and entirely fucking perfect.

I should not like this as much as I did. Maybe something was wrong with me. Gods were not meant to bow to mortals’ whims. But watching him focus on pleasing me, watching the way his mind quieted, pleasure fogging his expression, was enough to make me give up on all my hang ups so that I could watch him fly.

“You are thinking too much,” I whispered. Despite the fact he was more relaxed than when he’d arrived, I could still sense his tension. He wanted to let go. I could see it on his face, but there was something blocking that release.

Percy whimpered, a pitiful little sound.

I slipped my fingers free, forcing myself not to reach down and give my cock a sympathetic squeeze. He looked overwhelmed.

Maybe…he needed more?

Or maybe…he needed less?

Yes.

Less.

“You are too sensitive,” I decided. “Overstimulated.” Yes. I was sure of this now.

Percy stared at me, clearly confused. Though he made an unhappy noise as I pulled away from him, his fingers dragging my shirt as he tried to pull me back down.

“Lie still, pet.” I urged, trying to hold back my laughter. He looked so annoyed it was almost comical. I’d hardly moved. But, to soothe him, I didn’t leave the bed. Instead, I reached for the nightstand, fumbling around till I found what I wanted.

Percy eyed me distrustfully as I returned, my precious cargo held between us. The black silk slipped between my fingers and I arched a brow, waiting for him to give up.

“Why do you have that?” Percy asked, lovely eyes narrowed. He looked wary. Nervous. My dick twitched and I bit back a groan. Why did he affect me so? It wasn’t natural.

“Open your legs, dearest.” I didn’t answer his question. He didn’t need to know that information. He let me back in between his legs with a petulant huff to hide the very real need in his eyes, and I settled into my rightful place, cock bumping against all that lovely, speckled skin. I didn’t mind the scars, I had plenty of my own.

“I don’t know if I…” Percy trailed off, biting his lip as I leaned over him.

“If you do not like it you can always say no,” I promised, waiting for his response.

“But what if I don’t…” Percy trailed off a second time, chewing on his lip. I wasn’t sure what about being blindfolded made him so nervous, but it was up to him whether or not he was ready to take what I was willing to give him.

Now that I’d given in to my own desires, there was no use doing things halfway.

I watched a war wage across Percy’s face. His nose scrunched up, his brow furrowed, lovely hazel eyes dark with need and fear. He bit his lip, further abusing the already torn flesh. Then, like magic, the battle ended. Sunlight broke across his stormy features and Percy relaxed, having chased off whatever demons were haunting him as he gave me a nervous little nod.

“I will care for you,” I promised, voice a quiet rumble. Percy was visibly shaking, his rounded shoulders drawn tight, his eyes haunted and hunted, both. “I will care for you,” I repeated, more seriously, using one hand to gently stroke over the swell of his cheekbone. His lashes fluttered.

And then he nodded again, this time more sure. Confident.

I tied the blindfold carefully around the back of his head, stroking over his sweat-sticky curls, tracing the shell of his pink ears. He was sensitive there because he shuddered, then twitched as I leaned back to admire my work.

Without all of his senses, I hoped he would be able to relax. That the sensation of my touch would be heightened. That the demons he fought would remain hidden out of sight.

Sweet rabbit.

So tired from running he ran right into the arms of a wolf.

“Can you see?” My voice was nothing but a murmur. Still, he heard it.