Page 9 of The Devil Takes

I needed.

Haden released my hair. I didn’t have more than a moment to mourn the loss because seconds later, his fingers were bumping against my lips as he tapped the leather and bone of his gloves against them, asking for entry.

Complying without a thought, I opened wide. Long fingers played with my lower lip for a moment, pulling it down, and releasing it with a soft fwap. Over and over he played until he grew bored and casually slipped his fingers inside my mouth. Haden traced over my teeth like he was inspecting a new horse, before toying deeper to flirt with the slippery swell of my tongue.

The further he pushed into my mouth, the more right it felt. Something loose inside me clicked into place as I sucked, lax and obedient, letting him press a second finger inside. His gloves tasted like leather, butter soft on my tongue. It shouldn’t have felt so good. He shouldn’t have tasted like sin and sex, but he did.

As the second finger joined the first, I forced my jaw to stretch to accommodate their girth.

Drool slipped down my chin as I sucked with vigor, and Haden groaned, low and husky—the first real proof that he was just as affected by this as I was. The finger sucking felt like an audition and I was determined to be cast in whatever role he wanted me in, so long as I got a cock inside me at the end of the performance.

“You are a lovely surprise,” he admitted. The sweet words were at odds with the brutal way he pulled his fingers out and shoved them back inside my mouth, the bone on top of his gloves gently clicking against my teeth. I whimpered. “Oh yes,” Haden’s voice grew deeper, throatier as he watched me suck. “You like this.”

He was right.

I sucked again, slurping around the leather as he rubbed the back of my tongue just to watch my eyes water, then pulled out only to fuck inside again, harder.

Slurp, slick, slurp.

Staring at his face, I hunted for an expression behind the mask, but the shadow had swallowed him again. All I could see was a glimpse of hooded eyes and the way his lips were just slightly parted. His tongue was purple. That should’ve alarmed me. Nearly lilac in color, it flickered out to wet his lower lip. I saw a glimpse of fangs and the base of my neck above my mating gland itched for something I couldn’t bring myself to admit.

Then he distracted me again, pushing deeper—and deeper still.

By some miracle, I didn’t choke, just held very, very still as Haden fucked me. It shouldn’t have been as filthy as it was. It was just fingers. That was all. But the way they pressed inside me, I felt it all over my body. My hole clenched tight with need, my dick sloppy-wet as it bobbed and slapped my lower belly.

The deeper he pressed inside, the more I wanted.

“If you keep looking at me like that, I won’t be able to hold back,” Haden murmured, voice detached, though his fingers continued to slip in and out of me. Like he wasn’t actively fucking me to tears.

My lips were pulled taut, my jaw a little sore. The bone on the top of his gloves gently caught my teeth. Click, click. I liked the sound. I liked how it felt, too.

Then his fingers left again and instead of shoving back inside like I expected, he let them trail wet across my cheek, tracing my jawline down to my throat where he swirled a circle of my own drool around my Adam’s apple.

I shivered.

“Do you want me to hold back, Percy?” Haden whispered. “To be gentle?”

“No.” I didn’t recognize my own voice. It was too sweet. Too soft. Too something.

I watched enraptured as Haden stroked a gloved hand down his chest, tracing over the embroidered rib cage on his jacket, slipping down the knobs of stitched spine, till he reached the waistband of his underwear, black gloves stark against the pale lavender of his skin. He toyed just under the edge of the fabric, teasing me before swirling the curls of his bleached treasure trail playfully between his fingers. I nearly growled at him, jealous of the fact he got to play when I didn’t.

Thankfully, it didn’t take long before he grew impatient and shoved everything down and out of the way. The fat tip of his cock slapped against his lower abs and a smear of precum decorated the skin as he tugged his jacket upwards and I got a glimpse at more of his lovely purple belly. Other than being constructed from a monochromatic color palette, Haden wasn’t much different from any other alpha I’d seen on my curious Google expeditions.

He was veiny and strong. His skin glistening with sweat, thick thighs spread as I watched his chest heave with each stuttered breath.

There was a jagged violet scar that bisected his abdomen and I wanted nothing more than to drown it with my tongue before sucking at the throbbing vein that danced up the underside of his gorgeous cock. It twitched hello before a drop of precum slipped down the uncut crown, and I salivated as I imagined what it would feel like to lean forward and taste.

Just a taste.

Just a little.

“Please,” I whispered, staring at his cock with reverence. “I wanna know what you taste like.”

“Darling,” Haden murmured, reaching down with the hand he’d used to fuck my mouth, gathering the precum from his crown onto his thumb before he swiped it across my lower lip. I couldn’t help the way my tongue flickered out eagerly, my lashes fluttering as the salty flavor lit up my body from the inside out. I’d never so much as tried my own cum, despite my own curiosity, so the flavor was surprising. Not as bad as I’d expected. Kinda good, actually? In an animalistic sort of way.

More.

Leaning forward, I nuzzled at the soft lilac swell of Haden’s sac. It was a darker color than his abs and throat, but not nearly as dark as his throbbing cock. The skin was velvety in texture, soft to the touch. Spongy hair rasped against my lips as I stared up at him reverently, waiting for his command.