Thirst (Hellish #4)(2)

“Are you thinking he had prior knowledge of the demons’ dealings and chose to look the other way?”

Jonathan chewed on his bottom lip and stared at some point over Lire’s shoulder, as if thinking things over. Finally, his gold gaze found Lire’s once more. “I hate to suspect our new allies of anything untoward, but I won’t risk our safety by turning a blind eye. Everything I love is under this roof.”

Lire nodded. He understood. Everything he loved was under this roof as well. A smile that felt evil even to him stretched his lips. “How brazen would you like me to be in the inspection of his mind?”

Jonathan’s expression turned wicked. “Good cop, bad cop?”

“I like the way your brain works.” As the claim left his lips, the stirring of one of his mates scratched at his mind. Lire glanced over his shoulder, seeing only the images moving through his thoughts. Faol was awake. Lire’s body stirred to life, itching to merge with another piece of his soul. Without thought, his body turned to smoke.

“Later,” Jonathan said, his voice heavy with laughter and cutting through his focus.

Lire couldn’t find any guilt in his heart for rushing away. The call of his blood mate was too strong. Lire concentrated on Faolan’s location. His ginger warrior was in the shower. Lire closed his eyes and focused on joining with Faolan’s body, becoming one. Faolan didn’t fight him. Sometimes, he wondered if Faolan even noticed any longer unless he made himself known. Hot water streamed down Faolan’s body. Lire felt the sensation as if it happened to him. Steam filled the bathroom. Lire used Faolan’s hand to caress his skin. Along with Faolan, Lire’s lust grew. Goddess Celeste had blessed him with two incredibly sexy mates. Lire loved touching Faolan. Unfortunately, being a full-blooded lilin demon meant he couldn’t touch Faolan with his hands. Merging with Faolan was all he’d ever have of his mate.

What are you doing?

Faolan didn’t sound irritated, merely curious.

I think we should play. Lire separated from Faolan’s body but didn’t solidify. Their thoughts were still one. Keep your eyes closed. I promise you’ll feel me.

Ever the dutiful blood mate, Faolan closed his eyes. His cheeks were already flushed. His large cock stood ready for anything. Lire kissed him. It was a simple brush of lips on lips. Being bodiless limited what Lire could do. He might not be capable of kissing Faolan the way he wanted, but he could make the man burn. Faolan’s gasp proved he’d felt the light contact. Lire focused on their mental connection, touching Faolan’s with his incorporeal fingertips while sending the image to Faolan’s mind. Faolan’s lips parted. His flush deepened. Lire stroked the man’s stomach before slipping lower. Pre-cum rolled down Faolan’s length. An ache grew in Lire’s chest. He wanted to taste Faolan. It would never happen. Lire could possess Faolan because they’d never touched any way other than mentally. Lire wasn’t just any sex demon, but the son of Asmodeus, the seventh prince of Hell—Lust. Lire was lust in its purest form. Direct contact with his skin could drive a man mad even if he was immortal like Faolan. Their blood mate, Dougal, had already touched Lire too many times. Lire couldn’t possess him without making him insane. So, touching Faolan, even while using Dougal’s body, was off limits. Their arrangement wasn’t perfect, but it was all Lire had. All that he lived for. But as he watched Faolan’s dick leak, Lire felt his isolation harder than usual. He loved men he could never touch with his hands or taste with his tongue. It was hell. He was a demon. Lire supposed he was exactly where he was meant to be.

He encircled Faolan’s cock with his fingers and sent the image to Faolan. Faolan slapped his hand against the shower wall, holding himself up as he rocked against Lire’s touch. Lire drew a deep breath through his nose. He fed from the lust coating the air. Like Faolan needed to drink blood to survive, Lire needed sex. The shower was filled with Faolan’s desire. Lire became the glutton. He toyed with Faolan’s balls. Played with his asshole. He milked the giant vampire’s dick and massaged his prostate. Lire stared at his hands. He knew they weren’t really there, but he never let that thought touch Faolan’s mind. His love would only know pleasure.

“That’s it, sexy. Fuck my fist. You make my dick so hard. I’d love to bend you over right now.”

A pained-sounding moan bounced off the walls as Faolan drew closer to the edge. Lire could feel what he felt. Their minds were connected. Faolan’s pleasure was his. Lire stroked faster. The sound of Faolan’s dick pumping inside his fist only added to Lire’s madness. He needed the man’s release. Faolan tensed. For a moment, they were completely connected in every way as Faolan balanced on the edge of lust’s blade. With a gasp, Faolan orgasmed. His hot cum passed through Lire’s molecules, hitting the shower floor. Lire closed his eyes and fought for air as the distance between them disappeared.

His energy melded with Faolan’s as he pictured himself holding Faolan. “I would give anything.” He didn’t need to finish his thoughts. Faolan’s were the same. They would never touch in reality.

“I know,” Faolan whispered, sounding every bit as broken.

Lire melted into Faolan, reclaiming his spot inside the man’s body and becoming one. This was the most they’d ever have. In truth, it was closer than anyone else ever got, but they knew what they were missing.