Snoe whimpered, and his tongue flicked against his bottom lip, distracting Ezyrah enough that he eased up on his hold. He gave in and tasted Snoe’s mouth. He only pulled back just before he lost himself to the desire to have the witch again. He would, but on his terms.
Even as he tried to hold back, he craved to play with the little witch, even if only for a little bit. What kind of demon would he be if he didn’t indulge in his desires?
“Strip,” Ezyrah demanded.
Snoe’s pupils dilated. “I summoned you to talk.”
“And we already did that. Now take your clothes off,” Ezyrah repeated.
Snoe took a step back, and Ezyrah lifted a brow. But the witch wasn’t stupid; he quickly began to strip his clothes off, as demanded.
“I have meetings to attend,” Snoe said.
“You should have thought of that before you summoned me like I’m your pet.” Ezyrah reached out and pulled Snoe back to him. “If anything, you’re my pet.”
Snoe licked his lips, teasing Ezyrah even further. Seeing Snoe naked, Ezyrah thought the second time around he’d find no appeal, and yet he simply craved the witch even more. It was preposterous.
Ezyrah wrapped his hand around Snoe’s semi-hard cock. It responded instantly to Ezyrah’s touch.
“Where are your mutts?” Ezyrah asked, missing their eyes on them. Knowing that they had to watch and could only touch once Ezyrah said so fueled his lust for the witch even more.
Snoe moaned as he moved his hips. “Other room. I said I wanted to talk to you alone.”
“Call them. I know you like them to watch you.”
Snoe’s breath caught as he visibly shivered.
“Dox, Nyght, Smooth, Blade, Wolly, Joker, and Gunner, come in here.”
“You named them?” Ezyrah asked, stopping his hand for only a moment.
Snoe whimpered. “Yeah, it seemed so much easier.”
Ezyrah understood a little bit now as to why the seven demon wolves were so loyal to Snoe. He’d given them a name, and to the demons, names meant everything. It was life itself. Lower demons never had a name.
The seven of them came into the room, their eyes instantly going to Snoe and Ezyrah’s hand around his leaking hard cock.
“Does it bother any of you?” Ezyrah asked. Not that he would stop; they were lower demons and could easily be wiped out by his hand.
Smooth stepped forward. “Not at all.”
His eyes were solely trained on Snoe’s, desire swimming in his grey eyes.
“Because of you we met him, and we were allowed to stay with him,” said the one Snoe called Dox.
Ezyrah was pleased by their answer. They knew that although they called the witch Master, if he chose, he could end it all.
“Oh, and when you come inside Master, we get to have a shit ton of fun,” Wolly said.
Ezyrah laughed. He was referring to how crazed Snoe was after taking Ezyrah’s come. Maybe he should do it again.
Ezyrah’s claws raked down Snoe’s chest, leaving red lines behind. They were tantalizing. The markings looked beautiful on him. The witch responded to his touch so beautifully, moaning and whimpering. If Ezyrah wanted, he’d keep Snoe locked away, a toy only for his enjoyment. But he was sure Snoe would lose his mind and lose his appeal like so many other witches before him. But as long as he stayed in his realm, well, then Ezyrah had something fun to play with. As appealing as the thought was, though, it wouldn’t work.
Ezyrah sped up his strokes, twisting his hand around the tip of Snoe’s cock. The witch reached out for Ezyrah, and he let him.
“Look into my eyes,” Ezyrah said.
Snoe did as he asked, and it was like a gateway into Snoe’s soul. The bright abundance of his soul. Ezyrah groaned, still stroking Snoe’s cock even as he cried out. His soul burned brighter to the point Ezyrah had to blink, breaking the connection. Snoe slumped forward, his head resting on Ezyrah’s chest. Ezyrah’s hand was covered in come—by all rights he should leave. There was no reason for him to stay. Except he stayed there anyway, allowing Snoe to catch his breath.
“I have more questions,” Snoe huffed out.
“I won’t answer them,” Ezyrah said.
Snoe’s shoulders moved with laughter. “Of course, you won’t.”
Ezyrah looked to Snoe’s loyal dogs. “You can come get him now.”
They moved in unison. A part of Ezyrah wanted to stay and see what would happen next. But he made himself turn around.
“Next time you summon me, there better be a soul waiting for me,” Ezyrah said.
“Okay,” Snoe said.
With that, Ezyrah left, ignoring the strange pull to stay.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Wolly
“Wolly, what are you doing?” Master asked.
Wolly did a full turn in his leather jacket Master had picked out for him. He hadn’t really cared if he wore clothes or not, but Master seemed to admire them.
“Trying to get into your pants,” Wolly said. He skipped to Master and kissed him before Master could think otherwise.
Master laughed, and it was so airy, it made Wolly smile. It was how he always wanted Master to be. Happy and carefree. But that wasn’t always the case. With his life in danger and his plans still in the works, it made him tense and sport a grimace that rivaled Gunner’s at times. But there were always the small moments, when it was just them and Master, where he truly laughed without care.
“You get in my pants all the time. If I recall, you got in them last night,” Master said.
Unlike the others, Wolly and Master were the same height, and he used it to his advantage. He kissed Master again, as his lips were right there. Who could blame him?
“I can’t get enough of you,” Wolly said.
Master smirked and pulled Wolly in for another kiss. His tongue was demanding in all the right ways. Their bodies molded together perfectly, and the way Master felt against him was perfection.
“Are you listening to Smooth’s lines again?” Master asked.
Wolly wiggled his eyebrows. “Maybe, but doesn’t mean it’s not true.”
Master draped his arms over Wolly’s shoulders. “Oh, is that so?”
Didn’t Master know who he was to them? He’d given them each a name, a home, and a purpose. Not to mention the overwhelming feeling that sometimes overtook Wolly whenever he was near Master or thought about him for too long. And it wasn’t just the feeling of his cock getting hard either—that was just a bonus.
Wolly put his hands on Master’s hips, slowly inching them closer to the button and fly of Master’s jeans. If he could just get them undone, then the clothing was bound to come off.
“I know what you’re trying to do,” Master laughed.
Wolly tried for innocent, stilling his hands and poking out his bottom lip. “I’m not doing anything. You just look uncomfortable in those jeans.”
Master turned them around and backed Wolly up against the wall. He put his knee in between Wolly’s legs.
“You are trying to get me undressed,” Master said.
The jig was up. No reason to fake it any longer. Wolly shrugged. “Then why are you still wearing clothes?”
Master leaned in closer, his knee pressing up against Wolly’s hardening cock. It made him groan and only want the barrier of clothes gone even more. Why the hell they were wearing any clothes in the first place blew his mind. They were still secluded and hidden away. Master’s lips were a breath away from him.