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“Most of the time,” I admit. “I’m a horny demon. My first thought of distracting you would be to fuck you.”
He lets out a huff of a laugh. “You think I’d let you?”
“Why not?”
“Because…” His gaze darkens. “You remind me of someone.”
“Good memories?”
“Not really.”
“Oh.” That gives me pause. “Another sexy as fuck demon hurt you?”
“It wasn’t a demon. Or sexy.”
“Then?”
“He had his hair spiked up like you. You know about the vampire court. He was one of them, he was…”
“He was what, Jax?”
“A favorite,” he whispers.
“And? What did he do to you? Gimme a name so I can go make him eat his own dick tomorrow.”
His mouth pulls in a faint smile. “Sure.”
“Jax.” It’s not about me anymore, and in any case, he’s managed to distract me damn good. “You want to keep your secrets? Fine. Come here.” I press my thumb against his lips, then between them, something I’ve wanted to do in a long while. Such a pretty mouth on such a powerful, broken boy. Fuck, the heat of his mouth, the pressure, it shoots straight to my cock. I might have made a sound. “Did this vampire play with you like this?”
He nods.
“Well, I’m not him, got it?” But he’s gone pale and shit, guess I’m handling it the wrong way. When he pulls back, I shake my head. “This ain’t gonna work. How did Ashton do it? How did I?”
“I told you.” He rubs a hand over his face. “You look like—”
“—that asshole who hurt you. Right.” An idea hits me and I bring my hands behind my back, clasp them there. “How about like this? You came to distract me. So do it.”
It makes something deep inside of me uneasy—Jason wasn’t the only one dragged through shitty experiences against his will, and it also pisses off the alpha in me, but this is Jason and fuck if I don’t want to please him.
But his face goes bone-white. “No, Rys.”
“What now?” Yeah, really getting pissed here. “It’s a pose of submission. What more do you want from me?”
“Don’t.”
And then it clicks. “They made you sit like this?”
A jerky nod.
“Those fucking bastards. They made you sit and used you, didn’t they? The vampire court reminds me a lot of the demonic circles. Made you take it even if you didn’t want to.”
“Even worse,” he whispers. “Sometimes… Sometimes I liked it.”
“Dammit, Jax.” I unclasp my hands, reach for him. “Come here.” I grip his forearm, drag him closer.
“Don’t you dare hug me,” he mutters.
“You insane? I’m not cuddly. And I’m not submissive. You don’t want me submissive, do you?”
