“Cas…” His sigh is exhausted, so I shut my mouth again. It’s possible that my strategy of staying silent was the right move. I can just figure this out as we go. “It’s a saying that means I’m going to watch you closely. Not… actually putting my eyeball on you.”

  “That would be scratchy and irritating,” I say.

  “And gross,” Amon adds, and Rory sighs again. He watches the building where humans walk in and out, like he’s having doubts.

  Not for the first time, fear of disappointing him churns in my belly. It’s an unfamiliar sensation that I’m unsure how to handle.

  My hand lands on Rory’s shoulder and his attention returns to me. “I’m sorry I have disappointed you,” I say, voice quiet as I lower my gaze to my lap. “It was not intentional, Rory, but I will try harder to adapt to your human world. I won’t ask so many questions.”

  As our eyes meet again, his have softened, and he gently covers my hand with his. “No, it’s me who should apologize. Everything is new to you, and I should be more patient. You’re here because of me, and it’s unfair for me to get short with you.”

  “But you already are short,” I whisper, and his lips curl into a beautiful smile, although I’m not sure why.

  “Don’t stop asking questions, Cas, okay? You’re curious, and I love that about you.”

  Another foreign feeling swirls deep inside me as I stare into his bright green eyes, my pulse speeding up. I rush forward, pressing my mouth to his as he lets out the sweetest gasp against my kiss. The discomfort of my contorted position in this tiny car fades away, replaced by the pure pleasure of his soft and malleable lips.

  “If you want me to continue to be good,” Amon purrs, stressing the word as Rory’s eyes fly open, darting to his wicked smile. “You might reconsider the show you’re giving me right now.” Rory’s eyes drop and he squeaks at the growing erection in Amon’s pants.

  The break in the tension is a relief, because my mind is swirling with confusing emotions that cloud my judgement. A distraction is just what I need.

  Chapter 14

  Amon

  No one is more surprised than me to make it through our excursion incident free.

  Well… mostly.

  Casimir used multiple vegetables as a pretend dick and Rory ignored it until two tomatoes became the balls to his cucumber penis, and then he hissed and forbade him from touching anything. Rory’s ‘rules’ in the car had no real command behind them, so Cas was handsy and curious as we walked through the store.

  The questions were endless. What type of trees grow spaghetti? Why do so many sodas have formal titles? Mister Thunder, Sir Pebbler, even a strange one named Physician Lightning. Humans are… odd. Why is this called an eggplant when it doesn’t resemble an egg? Cas was so fixated on that one, Rory had to show him a picture of a young eggplant.

  It did, in fact, look like an egg.

  And then we stood in line—not battling for our place. My fingers itched to fight the man in front of us, with his puny shoulders and soft middle. I made it clear to Rory multiple times that I could swiftly defeat him and eliminate his need to wait.

  But no. I was a good boy.

  My only blip came from growling at the man standing behind us when he got too close. The idea crossed my mind to use my aura to make him piss himself, but I knew Rory wouldn’t approve.

  For reasons I’m not ready to unpack, I’m becoming quite possessive of this human. It must be a side effect of the bond created when he summoned me—a natural response to protect him as my master. An inconvenience, but unavoidable.

  It’s certainly not because I’m… fond of him.

  I shudder at the thought.

  “You’re sure you don’t want any help?” Cas brings me back to the present. He’s been shadowing Rory like a lost puppy, acting strange ever since we returned from our trip.

  Rory smiles at him, a genuine warmth in his expression that’s a stark contrast to the guarded, tight-lipped smile he reserves for me. Something ugly and territorial roils under my skin, and I release another scoff at the ridiculousness of it.

  I’m not jealous.

  I don’t get jealous.

  Rory glances in my direction before refocusing on Cas. “No, but thank you for asking. If I let you put them away, something tells me there’d be milk in the cupboard and raw meat in places I don’t even want to consider.”

  Cas’s smile is dazzling, and their intense eye contact makes me feel like an unwelcome intruder… like I’m watching through the window, a spectator in someone’s life with no way to be a part of it. This is private—something I shouldn’t witness. Something not meant for me. Ignoring the tight knot in my gut, I back out of the room, unnoticed.

  Rory’s inexperienced and innocent enough that he forgot to restore the spell confining us to the house. I could go outside, wander off into the distance. Disappear. He could command my return, but would he?

  Would my absence be noticed?

  Do I even care?

  My hand rubs over my chest, at the phantom pain that dances there. Why does the thought make it harder to breathe?

  I mindlessly stroll through the hallway and into the second bedroom, attempting to distract myself from my own cluttered mind when Cas’s voice reaches me from behind. “Hey,” he says, and I grunt my response. Closer now, he speaks softly—gentle in a way that is very unlike our kind. “What’s gotten into you?”

  “Nothing,” I snort, jerking away from him.

  “Then why are you in here pouting?”

  “Pouting?” I whirl around and let my magic flare as I tower over him. Cas isn’t short by any stretch, but my frame is unusually large, even for a demon. “That is ridiculous, dear Casimir.” His name comes out as a snarl, but his eyes stay locked on mine, searching. “I merely wanted to escape the pitiful excuse of a demon you become when you are in his presence. It sickens me to witness you being so weak.”

  Triumph washes over his face, a cat with a goddamned canary looking like he’s uncovered some mysterious, hidden truth. Fists clenched at my sides, I fight the urge to slap away the smirk that’s etched onto his lips.

  “You’re jealous,” he whispers, and I growl again as I shove his shoulders, forcing him to take a few steps back. It doesn’t deter him, though, as he watches me with that infuriating smile. “But of who? Are you jealous of Rory’s attention to me, or mine to him? Is the ice in closed-off Amon’s heart finally starting to thaw?”

  “Fuck you,” I mutter, stepping forward and curling my fingers around his neck. He tilts his chin upward, offering himself to me instead of shying away from my anger.

  “Anytime you want, big boy,” he teases, his voice becoming breathy.

  “Such a fucking mouth on you.” I inch closer, watching that pink tongue dart between his lips, leaving them glistening and slightly parted. “Why don’t you show me how you can use it?”

  My grip on him tightens as I push him towards the ground, and for a few moments, he fights me. His skin flushes as the veins in his neck thunder against my fingers, and the struggle stirs something deep inside me. I squeeze even tighter, a growl rumbling out of my throat as his smirk turns salacious.

  He knows exactly what he’s doing.

  Unable to resist any longer, his knees buck and slam to the ground as he stares up at me. My hand weaves through his hair and tugs him forward, my cock rubbing against his cheek. With a mere thought, his clothes disappear, and I’m staring at miles of toned, pale skin.

  All mine.

  “Get naked. I want to look at you,” he begs as he winds his hands around to grip my ass, yanking me against him. Filthy thoughts rush through my brain at the sight of him on his knees, pleading. He always was such a needy thing.

  “Oh, I don’t think so,” I say, and his eyes land on mine again. “Do you honestly believe I’ll make it that easy for you? No, baby, you need to work for it.”

  “Is that so?” His fingers slide to the front of my waistband as he plants a kiss on the hard ridge pushing against the denim. His fingertips dip underneath and graze the hypersensitive skin as he works my button loose. The whir of my zipper being undone has my breath coming in quick, shallow pants, then those long fingers wrap around my cock and pull me free.

  “Are you getting sentimental in your old age, Amon?” His tongue darts out, licking a slow, wet path all the way up the underside of my cock, collecting the pre-cum from the tip before reversing and travelling back down.

  A pleased hum leaves me as he reaches my balls, sucking one into his mouth. “Old age,” I mutter, not looking away. “What could possibly make you think that?” His tongue continues on its wicked path, tracing up my length until he flicks the sensitive vee under my head.

  “Two reasons.” I can’t hold my moan as he surrounds the crown of my cock with his hot mouth and sucks gently for a few seconds. As he pops off, he says, “You were jealous of me with Rory.”

  “I wasn’t—” My words turn into a grunt as he draws me in again, taking me further and sucking hard, my hips punching forward out of my control as his cheeks turn into sunken pits.

  He releases me, my cock now shiny with spit. “And second, you just called me baby. In all these years, you’ve never once called me that. So, you tell me, Amon… what’s changed?”

  I freeze while he’s victorious, smug as he takes all of me. My argument is replaced by an obscene groan as I bump the back of his throat, fighting the resistance of his muscles until they yield and let me slide further. God, it’s fucking heaven as he chokes, coughing and flexing.

  Both my hands cup his head as I thrust, and he remains motionless even as he gags. “Such an exquisite mouth when it’s choking on my cock,” I murmur, wiping away the drool that forms a tiny torrent on his skin. “Those lips are perfection when they’re stretched around me. You always have been so hungry for it, haven’t you?” He moans as I grip his horns, the vibrations humming against my shaft and kick-starting a tremor that goes wild inside me, rushing under my skin and scattering.

  Oblivious to our surroundings, we fail to hear the footsteps drawing near. My hips are slamming forward, thrusting deeper into Cas’s throat in a steady, demanding rhythm. “Where did you two disappear to—oh my god!”

  Cas tries to pull back, but I hold him in place, glancing over my shoulder at Rory. “Enjoying the view?” I ask, my voice breathy and punctuated by my thrusts, and Cas gurgles underneath me as spit flies. “Just think… you could make us do absolutely anything with just a few words. Anything you want us to do… to each other. To you.”

  Pleasure creeps up my spine, feeling his eyes on me. Knowing he’s watching. Rory’s chest is heaving, fixated on the sight of my cock sliding between Cas’s stretched lips. Cheeks flushed and lips parted, he takes an uncontrollable step forward. “I’d never take away your consent…” he starts, but I shake my head.

  “We want you to, Rory. Nothing is off the table… not between us, and not between either of us with you.” With watery eyes, Cas nods even as tears streak his cheeks. I withdraw from his mouth with a wet slurp, spit stretching in strands between his puffy lips and my aching cock. “Tell him, Cas. He needs to hear it.”

  “Anything,” he rasps, his face slick with saliva and his vocal cords strained. “Command us to do anything, and we’ll do it. Please,” he adds, begging like the good boy he is before I thrust back into the warmth of his mouth.

  “What do you want, Rory?”

  He’s quiet for a few breaths, blown pupils and flushed skin, then he whispers, “I want you to come in his throat.”

  A loud groan leaves me as my balls draw tight, my dick so hard it’s bordering on pain. “Louder, baby. Say it louder, and fucking mean it.”

  His eyes slam into mine as his chin lifts, almost in challenge, and I smirk at the power play from this adorable man who is a full foot shorter than me. “Come down his throat, Amon.” The command rings clear in the room, not an ounce of hesitation.

  Power surges through the air, demanding my submission down to a molecular level as every single one of my muscles tenses, tightening and coiling until my teeth grit. It’s oppressive, my skin stretching and straining, trying to rupture with the pressure. My body trembles with a warning not to resist the compulsion, but I have no desire to defy it.

  I want this.

  Need it.

  A pinprick-sized hole forms in the shield that holds me together and my hips lunge forward. Any remnants of control I had over my body are obliterated as everything erupts, a pleasure so intense that my head throws back in a shout as my vision whites. It ricochets, bouncing through me like a stray bullet, up and down my spine as my knees buckle, suddenly unable to support my weight.

  I curl forward, my arms wrapping around Cas’s head and forcing myself deeper, my cock pulsing as I come and flooding his throat with a shout. Pleasure like I’ve never known slices through my veins, bleeding me dry as euphoria pours from the cuts. It takes away my ability to do anything other than exist as every muscle squeezes, wringing out the unbearable tension. Each spray that shoots into his mouth sends a pulse through my body—a shockwave of rolling heat that torches me from the inside out.

  Burning alive.

  In my seven hundred years of life, I’ve never come so hard.

  Dull, cotton-filled hearing is replaced by the wet sound of Cas choking as I realize I’ve bottomed out inside him, forcing myself down his throat. His lips push against my groin, his skin reddening as my cock fills his airway. White streams seep from his mouth and drip down his chin as I loosen my grip on him and allow him a deep, gravelly inhale.

  The orgasm releases its hold on me, and I’m dazed, full of lead as I stumble a step back and slump against the wall, chest heaving. Cas whimpers, his trembling body a masterpiece with his rock-hard cock on display, the tip flushed with a clear thread precariously hanging. Every vein stands in stark contrast, and his hips twitch forward, out of his control.

  Wrecked on his knees is a fucking fantastic look for him.

  “I need to come,” he moans, almost a sob. “Please… fucking please!”

  “That’s not up to you,” I say, and something akin to panic flashes in his eyes. Such a perfect, desperate thing he is. I nod to Rory, who watches in a lusty haze. “That’s up to him.”

  Chapter 15

  Rory

  Cas turns his pleading towards me, and it takes a few seconds for the words to register in my mind. “Rory,” he whines, and my eyes fall lower. Lips coated in cum and brow glistening, his cock strains off his body as his thighs tremble.

  It’s a beautiful disaster.

  “Please let me come. Please? I’ve been such a good boy, and I’ll keep being one. So good, I’ll be so good… God, Rory, please?”

  It’s tempting—to give in… give him what he wants. But then again…

  This could be fun.

  Amon and I exchange a knowing grin as we lock eyes. “You said I could command you to do anything I wish, and you’d be on board?”

  The approving smile on Amon’s face spreads so wide I can count his teeth, while Cas looks like he might cry. He nods, a single bob of his head as he whimpers, “Yes.”

  A few steps closer, and he’s kneeling before me. “You’re sure about that?” It’s a final offering, but he doesn’t take it. Instead, a helpless, pitiful noise leaves his throat, and he nods once more.

  “Stand,” I order, and he rises to his feet, cock bobbing in front of him. My single finger slides along the underside of his shaft, and he whimpers again, hips punching forward.

  “You’re so close, aren’t you?” Every muscle in his body tenses and strains as he groans, his eyes squeezing shut. I lean in and whisper, “Maybe you need time to cool off, then.”

  His eyes fly open, solid black in his heightened state. “Wha-what?”

  Heart thudding inside my chest, I make a quick decision that I hope won’t end with me making a fool of myself. My sex life has always been vanilla… the occasional cinnamon sprinkled on top. Doing this… taking charge with not just one man, but two…

  Let’s say I’m learning as I go.

  “Sit on the bed and do not touch yourself.” He haltingly complies, his body fighting the command as he sits on the mattress, and my attention shifts to the other demon in the room who openly studies me. “Amon, come here.”

  Interest piqued, he swaggers over to me, unconcerned with the obscene way his cock hangs out of his pants. “Yes, master,” he purrs, stepping closer until the front of our bodies are pressed together. He hovers so close the soft breeze of his breath blows over my lips, and I realize he’s never kissed me before.

  My hands land on his lower back as his fingers weave through my hair. The anticipation is killing me, energy thick between us as we both wait for the other to make a move. We’re deadlocked in a stare off, poised and ready to strike as soon as the other side signals their advance. I want him—crave him—but only if it’s freely given.

  I will not compel him, not in this.

  His eyes dart between mine, his grip tightening as I stand shock still. “Is my master not going to give his command?” he finally asks, voice low.

  “No,” I whisper.

  “What do you mean, no?”

  “Do what you want with me.” It’s tiny, almost non-existent, the way he freezes. My nervous tongue slips across my lips, wetting them as I take another breath. “No command for you to hide behind, Amon.”

  His lip lifts in a snarl. “I don’t hide.”

  “So don’t… it’s your choice.” I retreat just enough to catch both of his eyes, the frustration and conflict swirling there. “Only yours.” Not mine. That last part is unspoken, but the flare of his nostrils tells me the message is received, loud and clear.

  He stares like he can’t decide what to make of me, the only motion in the silent room a slight bunch in his jaw. My gaze flickers to the ticking muscle, then back to his molten eyes, burning with that red glow behind the eclipse of his pupils.

  We stare as the seconds tick away, and then, with a low muttered curse, we collide.