Fuck. Knight wanted to hear him admit it again. He stepped forward and slid a hand behind his head, tilting it backward. His hair was indeed as soft as Knight had imagined.
The human swayed forward into Knight’s orbit, almost as if without thought. His heart was pounding erratically, and that delicious scent in the air was thickening.
Knight lowered his head, slowly, savouring the anticipation that had them both almost trembling.
At the first touch of their mouths, Knight was overwhelmed.
The human made a soft, whimpering noise, immediately pressing closer. Knight’s left hand found his hip, pulling him tight to his body. The feel of him—warm and firm andreal—had Knight almost panting.
Those soft, full lips gave under the pressure of Knight’s mouth, opening up for him so easily it made his head spin. He thrust his tongue into that mouth, his knees nearly buckling at the feel of him, thetasteof him. He’d been right; this wasnothingcompared to the dreamscape. Compared to this, it felt like everything in the dreamscape had occurred deep under water, the sounds, taste, and scent muted and washed out. It felt like tasting something sweet for the first time in your life after years of downing tastelessness.
The human gasped, his hands flying up to clutch at Knight’s back, his heartbeat skittering madly when his fingers accidentally brushed against Knight’s wings, like he’d forgotten they were there.
He moaned, shaking as Knight plundered his mouth, his hands moving with more purpose, up Knight’s back until they were gently touching the place where Knight’s wings protruded from his back.
Knight made an animal sounding noise, his wings flaring. His tail darted forward, the tip beginning to slide underneath the hem of the human’s shirt as he slid his hands down to those sexy, plump thighs and attempted to lift him into the air, wanting those thick legs wrapped around his waist.
Knight’s arms were suddenly humanless, the loss of the embrace so startling he nearly stumbled.
The human was standing a few feet away now, panting, holding one hand up as if to ward Knight away.
“Was that—is that—?”
Knight straightened, straining to control his breathing, to keep himself from leaping for the human and plundering his sweet mouth again. The scent of his arousal and pleasure was so heady it was making Knight feel inebriated.
“Yes,” Knight said huskily. “That’ll do.”
“Is it done, then?”
“Not yet. You have to say the vow.”
“T-The vow?”
“Repeat after me. Igris. Entis. Untis. Represe.”
“Igris,” the human said carefully, “entis, untis, represe.”
Knight felt the bond form in his chest, like an invisible thread linking him to the human.
“Oh.” The human seemed to feel it, too, his hand flying to his breastbone. At his acknowledgment, the bond pulsed. Knight answered it, making it pulse again.
“It is done,” Knight said. He couldn’t help the way his lips stretched into an almost predatory grin. “I’ll protect you by any means necessary, until your stalker leaves you alone. For good.”
Shit. Shit, fuck. Okay, maybe Saint should have added a stipulation into the contract saying that Knight couldn’t hurt anyone. It was too late now. And he could barely think.
That had been his first kiss.
He could still taste the demon in his mouth; his tongue had been incredibly slick and dexterous—forkedandlong—how would it feel to have that tongue between his legs, wrapped around his dick?
No.Stop.
“Look.” He straightened. “This isn’t—” He could feel himself blushing, but hopefully the demon couldn’t tell. “This is a purely business transaction,” he forced himself to say, though he was unable to properly meet Knight’s eyes. “Whatever happened in our dreams stays there.” He looked up finally, wanting Knight to know he was deadly serious, even though the acknowledgement of what they’d been doing made Saint blush harder. “Do you understand?”
The demon stared at him for a moment, his unnatural red eyes bright and piercing. God, had he always been this imposing? Their size difference was one of the many things that had initially attracted Saint to him, to the monster stalking him in those dreamy woods, but Saint didn’t think he’d ever consciously realised just how ...bigKnight was. In every aspect.
His height. His chest. His thick, ram-like horns. His wings, and—fuck, histail. He shivered, remembering the strange, tickling sensation he’d felt as it had tried to crawl up his shirt. Like it could sense Saint’s perusal and somehow had a mind of its own, it flicked in the air. The tip was shaped like an upside-down heart. Saint quickly looked away before he could give in to the urge to shove forward and touch it.
“I understand,” Knight said. Saint looked back in time to see Knight’s lip quirk, showing a hint of fang—a flash of that forked, blood-red tongue. His stomach did a little somersault. “Though, if you change your mind—”
