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His dreamy expression stole Dakata’s breath and added another layer of strong emotional ties around his heart. Sappy… he was turning sappy, although he would never voice that aloud, not even to Merihem, who wasn’t his friend right now. It had nothing to do with being ousted from the demon realm. Or so Dakata thought, only he was unable to prove it right now because, for some reason, Merihem had blocked him from summoning him.

Dakata’s worries slipped away when Silas rose, his arms lifting to the trees as they swayed in time to the notes of the song. His shift rose and revealed the gentle curve of his buttocks and thighs, leaving Dakata struggling to keep his thoughts from sliding right into the demon realm.

Aware that the forest folk talked about their sexcapades, Dakata worked to keep them confined to their mighty oak or Silas’s home. Which was impossible really when Silas could tempt the devil himself with just a smile. Like the one he was aiming at Dakata right now.

“Time to leave!” he muttered, his plate already on the stack.

Laughter flowed around them as he picked up Silas, who automatically wrapped his legs around Dakata’s waist.

“You could have let me finish,” Silas chuckled. “The trees were enjoying my performance.”

“You can finish it another night, I want to have a private performance with you,” he whispered and strode off towards the house, then shouted back, “I’ll clean up tomorrow.”

Their laughter was the last sound he heard as Dakata used the heel of his boot to kick the door shut behind him. His grin turned predatory. “Now where haven’t we christened in the house?”

Chapter Twenty-Four

Dakata

The smile aimed at him weakened his knees as the legs wrapped around his waist squeezed tighter. Silas’s erection pressed firmly against Dakata’s T-shirt, and with a thought, he was naked. Candles flickered around the room as Dakata added a touch of romance to their setting, wanting Silas to understand how treasured he was.

Silas licked his lips, his gaze sweeping the tidy living space that was both comfy and practical. A dreamy look came into hiseyes at the dancing flames. “Beautiful,” he murmured when his attention came back to Dakata.

A wicked gleam appeared in the light of the flickering candles in a wonderous pair of eyes he could drown in. It gave Dakata a punch of desire to his gut he would never tire of.

“I don’t think we’ve done it on my couch?” Silas came forward and kissed the edge of Dakata’s jawline. “If you sat down in the middle, I could straddle your thighs…” warm breath whispered over his throat as Silas nibbled down to his beating pulse, “and test out the theory you can hold still for more than five-ten minutes when I’m… touching you.”

The challenge got Dakata’s blood flowing hot. His cock, which sat under Silas’s ass, bobbed as it pulsed with the quickness of his heartbeat. “I accept your challenge.”

No more than a harsh gasp, his words had the desired effect and Silas moaned. “Sit down.”

Never one to take orders, Dakata had no problem obeying this when he wanted to feel—to see—what Silas was going to do next. Never letting go, Dakata plonked his ass on the comfortable cushions, sitting down. A groan came from the wood, but it was as sturdy, it seemed, as every other piece of furniture they’d tried out.

Silas settled himself on Dakata’s lap, his naked bottom perched on Dakata’s shaft. He made a show of lifting the edges of his shift and tugged it over his head, messing the waves of his silky hair and catching on the leaves at his temple. He was more tempting than a siren as he looked at Dakata from under his eyelashes as he dropped the shift to the floor. “Lube?”

Candles cast shadows over his lean, willowy frame when his knees settled against the cushions on either side of Dakata’s thighs, he conjured a bottle of warmed oil and handed it to him.

Silas’s eyes hooded, never leaving Dakata’s as he opened the bottle and placed the nozzle against his chest, letting the tropical scented oil run down his body.

Dakata groaned as the flickering flames caught the glistening liquid caressing his blissful one’s body. It ran over Silas’s shaft and down onto Dakata’s.

The bottle landed somewhere on the floor before Silas ran his hands up his slippery torso, spreading oil, stopping to tease the pink budded nipples.

His moan was low and needy, and Dakata started to count off the seconds in desperation. His hands balled into fists to resist following the path that Silas took next as he stroked a hand down his shaft, his free hand disappearing behind him. Dakata didn’t need a visual with the slick sound of oily fingers being pushed into Silas’s ass, and the lust fueled gaze told their own story.

He lost count, his brain no longer capable of anything except focusing on the tempting tree nymph who reached for Dakata’s hard cock and stroked his oily fingers down the throbbing length. “You are doing so well in this challenge,” Silas teased delightfully. He came forward, inner thighs slicked with oil, rubbing teasingly against Dakata’s outer thighs. Silas’s glistening chest touched Dakata for a moment as the grip on his cock increased and the flared head touched Silas’s slick asshole. “Are you still counting?” he asked in a breathy whisper.

Dakata grunted, it was all he had when desirous fire poured through him. The raging burn took his sanity as he fought his own need and attempted to hold back the longing to thrust up and impale Silas before he had the opportunity to go at his own pace.

Hands stroked temptingly over Dakata’s bulging biceps, coming to rest on his shoulders. Silas groaned aloud when Dakata breached his body. Puffs of air hit Dakata’s face from Silas’s short, gasped breaths when he rocked a little, then inchedat a snail's pace down Dakata’s shaft. The inner walls rippled around his cock, crushing him painfully. Too much, yet the spiraling tendrils of pleasure were there chasing the pain.

Fuck, he’s tight!

His eyes rolled into the back of his head as his demon groaned in his mind, and he released a tortured sound in the back of his throat.

“So big,” Silas rasped, edging down another inch, the oil making it easier, but he continued to clasp him tighter than a boa constrictor. “I can feel you so deep inside me.

“Please stop talking,” Dakata hissed, clenching his teeth hard enough they ached in his gums.