slid around to face him. He still had the cowboy boots on, boots that shouldn't have fit adult male feet, but damn, he looked sexy in nothing but those. "If I tell you, will you run off to get a priest with crosses and holy water?"
"Please. You're not a vampire."
"Ah, no." Kasha's nose wrinkled in the most endearing look of offense. "Hardly."
"What, then?"
"I'm a sort of demon." Kasha took his hand as if he might try to pull away again. "Not the kind you Westerners usually think of. Not, say, the kind from Paranormal Activity. But not a being of the human world."
"A cat demon."
"Yes."
"And you're here because... "
"Because I'm a very bad little demon who broke the rules. I have to live among humans."
"Oh." Willem took a moment to mull this over. "So, you were, what's that word, banished? Wherever home is, you can't go back there?"
Kasha broke eye contact, a visible shiver running through him. "No," he whispered. "I can't go home."
The shiver evolved into full-fledged shakes and Willem felt like a jackass for making him so upset. So he was a demon, so what? He'd never hurt Willem or his family and he obviously had feelings. He reached out and gathered Kasha close, pulling the lithe, lean body into his lap.
"Shh, Kash, I'm sorry." He rocked Kasha slowly, stroking the silken skin of his bare back. "Things have been a little screwy inside my brain lately. I didn't mean to poke into things that would hurt you. It's all right. So we're homeless together. It'll be okay."
A low, keening moan came from Kasha, a sound that pierced Willem's heart. He wrapped his arms around that slender body and held him tight, letting Kasha cling to him until the shivers subsided. He shifted to adjust himself, the press of that beautiful, tight ass against his crotch just a little too intimate to keep to innocent thoughts.
"Don't cry, beautiful." Not that Kasha was weeping, but he didn't know what else to call the little whimpers catching in his chest.
On impulse, he slid his hands up to cup Kasha's face. It fit so well in his hands. He tilted his head and watched in fascination as Kasha's eyes fluttered shut, his lips parted. Unable to resist the invitation, he closed the distance and pressed his lips to Kasha's. They were so full, so soft. He needed another taste. His lips touched down for a more serious kiss, his tongue teasing at the seam of Kasha's lips.
Demon kisses. Like mint-chocolate and honey.
He was rewarded with a throaty moan and Kasha's arms twining around his neck. The slender body melted against him, lips eagerly returning his kiss, opening for his questing tongue. Then Willem knew. He might be a demon and might work magic and have odd, mysterious motives, but sexually, Kasha was a bottom through and through.
Tongues parried as their kiss caught fire. Willem let his fingertips explore the firm planes of Kasha's chest. His thumb flicked over the hardening nub of one brown nipple and he received a little gasp. Not just a bottom, but also a wonderfully responsive bottom. It suddenly became the most important thing in the world to him to erase the sadness from Kasha's eyes.
"So you're a bad little demon?"
Kasha pulled back far enough to see his face, his expression guarded. "Some would tell you so."
Willem tangled his fingers in thick, black hair, tugging gently. "And have you been bad today?"
Awareness dawned in those bright eyes. A wicked smile curled Kasha's lips. "Oh, yes. I've been a very bad little demon today. Very bad indeed."
"Hmm. We can't just let that go. Especially since you're my demon. You were left to me in my dad's will, after all."
With a little squirm, Kasha let him know how excited this turn in conversation made him. His hardening cock poked Willem in the stomach. "I've been positively evil. I really should be punished."
"You seem way too happy about that. It's not punishment if you enjoy it."
"I won't." Kasha slid off his lap and pushed his jacket from his shoulders. "I'll be positively
"Please. You're not a vampire."
"Ah, no." Kasha's nose wrinkled in the most endearing look of offense. "Hardly."
"What, then?"
"I'm a sort of demon." Kasha took his hand as if he might try to pull away again. "Not the kind you Westerners usually think of. Not, say, the kind from Paranormal Activity. But not a being of the human world."
"A cat demon."
"Yes."
"And you're here because... "
"Because I'm a very bad little demon who broke the rules. I have to live among humans."
"Oh." Willem took a moment to mull this over. "So, you were, what's that word, banished? Wherever home is, you can't go back there?"
Kasha broke eye contact, a visible shiver running through him. "No," he whispered. "I can't go home."
The shiver evolved into full-fledged shakes and Willem felt like a jackass for making him so upset. So he was a demon, so what? He'd never hurt Willem or his family and he obviously had feelings. He reached out and gathered Kasha close, pulling the lithe, lean body into his lap.
"Shh, Kash, I'm sorry." He rocked Kasha slowly, stroking the silken skin of his bare back. "Things have been a little screwy inside my brain lately. I didn't mean to poke into things that would hurt you. It's all right. So we're homeless together. It'll be okay."
A low, keening moan came from Kasha, a sound that pierced Willem's heart. He wrapped his arms around that slender body and held him tight, letting Kasha cling to him until the shivers subsided. He shifted to adjust himself, the press of that beautiful, tight ass against his crotch just a little too intimate to keep to innocent thoughts.
"Don't cry, beautiful." Not that Kasha was weeping, but he didn't know what else to call the little whimpers catching in his chest.
On impulse, he slid his hands up to cup Kasha's face. It fit so well in his hands. He tilted his head and watched in fascination as Kasha's eyes fluttered shut, his lips parted. Unable to resist the invitation, he closed the distance and pressed his lips to Kasha's. They were so full, so soft. He needed another taste. His lips touched down for a more serious kiss, his tongue teasing at the seam of Kasha's lips.
Demon kisses. Like mint-chocolate and honey.
He was rewarded with a throaty moan and Kasha's arms twining around his neck. The slender body melted against him, lips eagerly returning his kiss, opening for his questing tongue. Then Willem knew. He might be a demon and might work magic and have odd, mysterious motives, but sexually, Kasha was a bottom through and through.
Tongues parried as their kiss caught fire. Willem let his fingertips explore the firm planes of Kasha's chest. His thumb flicked over the hardening nub of one brown nipple and he received a little gasp. Not just a bottom, but also a wonderfully responsive bottom. It suddenly became the most important thing in the world to him to erase the sadness from Kasha's eyes.
"So you're a bad little demon?"
Kasha pulled back far enough to see his face, his expression guarded. "Some would tell you so."
Willem tangled his fingers in thick, black hair, tugging gently. "And have you been bad today?"
Awareness dawned in those bright eyes. A wicked smile curled Kasha's lips. "Oh, yes. I've been a very bad little demon today. Very bad indeed."
"Hmm. We can't just let that go. Especially since you're my demon. You were left to me in my dad's will, after all."
With a little squirm, Kasha let him know how excited this turn in conversation made him. His hardening cock poked Willem in the stomach. "I've been positively evil. I really should be punished."
"You seem way too happy about that. It's not punishment if you enjoy it."
"I won't." Kasha slid off his lap and pushed his jacket from his shoulders. "I'll be positively
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