Total pages in book: 42
Estimated words: 39596 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 198(@200wpm)___ 158(@250wpm)___ 132(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 39596 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 198(@200wpm)___ 158(@250wpm)___ 132(@300wpm)
Callan pushed himself up on his hands, gaze glued to that pretty, flushed face. Neither of them said a word as Lonnie stared up at him with wide, shocked eyes. His heart just…melted. He maneuvered them both until they were lying with their heads on the pillows, careful to keep his horns from hitting the headboard. Then he changed his mind, grunting as he pulled Lonnie all the way on top of him, wrapping his arms tight around him.
Lonnie let out a sweet sigh and rested his cheek on Callan’s chest. They snuggled like that for long moments as they came down together.
“Callan?” Lonnie finally whispered.
“Yeah?”
“That was better than I could have imagined. Is it me or do we just fit?”
“Like puzzle pieces.” He ran his hands up Lonnie’s back to tangle his fingers in all that soft hair.
“I’ve never been taken up against a wall like that. You blew my mind.” He lifted his head. “What page did you say that was again?”
“I forget,” he answered honestly. Everything was a sort of hazy, sated warmth. All he could focus on was the feel of Lonnie over him and their mixed scents.
“Well, we’re going to have to look through more of that book then. Together.” He grinned. “Your strength is fucking hot. I’m going to have to move some shelves so we have more free walls.” He kissed Callan’s collarbone. “Any other favorite pages?”
Chuckling, Callan spread his thighs, so Lonnie fit more snugly between them. “I have a lot of favorite pages.”
Chapter Seventeen
Lonnie
Lonnie was in heaven. He had to be. In the past four days, he and Callan hadn’t been able to keep their hands off each other, and it was the best fucking sex he’d had in his life. And no matter where they did it, Callan always picked him up and carted him to either the couch or the bed for a cuddle. The demon was a major cuddler, which Lonnie absolutely loved.
He’d never felt so cherished in his life.
This morning, as he brewed coffee for them, he looked out of his kitchen window and sighed. It was a beautiful day. And somehow he’d lucked out on this new…boyfriend? Was Callan his boyfriend? Because they certainly felt like they were building something deeper than just hooking up. The demon kissed him like he was infinitely precious, and the way he touched his body had made all his lingering insecurities over it just vanish. He felt attractive with Callan. More than he ever had with anyone else.
He poured a cup of coffee into his favorite big mug that said I teach and I know things, then leaned against the counter for his first sip.
Callan came into the kitchen with another wrapped present along with his usual excited gift-giving expression.
“Okay, what am I doing to deserve all these presents?”
“Just being you.” Callan handed him the poorly wrapped gift that was obviously something soft like clothes or a blanket. He’d used too much paper, gathering it up on one side and covering it with a ton of tape.
Knowing Callan would want him to open it right away, Lonnie set down his coffee and started pulling at the tape. Inside was a huge black hoodie. Lonnie held it up and Callan’s scent fairly permeated the fabric. He held it to his nose and inhaled, loving that smell.
“It was mine,” Callan said. “Will you wear it?”
Lonnie stared at Callan, getting the feeling this gift was the most important of them all. A used piece of clothing. Maybe it meant something in his demon traditions, and the hope that it held a possessive meaning soared through him. He quickly pulled it over his head. The hem fell close to his knees, the sleeves draping far over his hands. Callan walked to him and started rolling up the sleeves. Then he wrapped his arms around Lonnie and lifted him high off his feet to bury his nose in the material over Lonnie’s chest.
Lonnie grabbed onto the base of Callan’s horns, a spark of heat going through him when Callan groaned.
“Callan, are your horns an erogenous zone?”
His demon—and he was starting to think of Callan as his—looked up at him with hooded eyes. “Turns me on.”
“Oh, really,” he drawled out as he slid his hands up and down those horns, causing Callan to groan again.
In the next instant, he was lowered just enough for Callan to take his mouth in the most thorough, toe-curling kiss ever. Callan explored every corner, his tongue going deep. It was Lonnie’s turn to groan then. He wrapped his legs around Callan and ground into him as lust exploded inside him.
Callan set him on the counter, cupping the sides of his neck in a possessive hold as he continued to devour his mouth.
Lonnie reached for Callan’s sweats and pushed them down as far as he could. Callan let go of him long enough to kick them the rest of the way off before he came back to his mouth.