Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 33643 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 168(@200wpm)___ 135(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33643 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 168(@200wpm)___ 135(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
Sky didn’t know how long this went on, but when he couldn’t stand it, he sneaked a hand down to stroke his leaking cock. It took no more than a couple of quick tugs and he was shouting his release. Nolan cried out as muscles tightened around his dick. Fingers dug almost painfully into Sky’s hips and Nolan sped up, fucking him through his orgasm. Another groan erupted from Nolan as he followed Sky off the cliff, his thrusts becoming jerky.
Sky collapsed onto the mattress in a boneless heap, not caring that he was now lying in a pool of his own cum. Nolan dropped on top of him a second later, crushing the air out of his lungs.
“Sorry,” Nolan mumbled into his shoulder.
Sky could only grunt. He was beyond words. His brain was mush. His body was dead. His soul was floating somewhere near the ceiling. He was fine being crushed under Nolan. Breathing was overrated.
Unfortunately, Nolan was a considerate lover. He carefully withdrew from Sky’s body and slipped out of the bed long enough to deal with the condom. When he returned, he snuggled in close, drawing the covers up over both of them.
“Are you okay? I wasn’t too rough?” Nolan asked, pressing the sweetest kisses to Sky’s sweaty temple and cheek. His voice was so tender and hesitant, Sky could feel his heart swelling. The man was a demon in bed and a marshmallow the rest of the time. How could he not fall head over heels for him?
Sky smiled as he rolled over onto his side to face Nolan. He tipped his head up for a kiss. “It was amazing. You were perfect. I—”
The bedroom door burst open, and Sky gasped, jerking the blankets up to his chin. Nolan sat up beside him, looking as though he were about to launch his very naked self at the intruder.
Only the intruder was a very tall demon.
Fuck my life.
“Zalramon! Knock! You need to learn to knock!” Sky shouted at the demon king.
The demon in question smirked at him, tilting his head to the side so that his horns tapped on the wooden doorjamb. “Am I interrupting?”
“Obviously! It’s bad enough that you and your friends cleaned out my fridge last night, but you’re kind of interrupting important private time.”
“Naked private time, it seems.” Zalramon licked his lips, his dark eyes skimming over Sky before moving and sticking to Nolan.
Oh, no. No! No! No!
There was no way in this world or the underworld that he was sharing his hot neighbor with a demon. Even if he was a demon king. Wasn’t happening.
“Did you come here for a reason, or were you in the mood to interrupt my life some more?” Sky snapped. The sooner he got Zal to the point of his visit, the sooner he could get rid of the demon.
“Ah…yes. Right,” Zalramon drawled. The demon looked sheepish as he scratched his jaw with one long, black fingernail. “So, I have mended the leak created in your doorway. I will have the ability to come and go without being summoned, and it won’t create another tear.”
“How lovely for you,” Sky grumbled, crossing his arms over his chest as he glared at the demon.
“Other demons won’t be able to do that. You’d have to summon them,” Zal pressed on, sounding as if he were doing Sky a favor. It didn’t feel like it since it was the demon in front of him that was causing all the problems.
“Did your people track down what got out into our realm?” Nolan inquired.
That made Zal wince. This would not be good.
“Yes. A pack of three…dandy dogs.”
Sky squeezed his eyes shut, dropped his head back, and groaned.
“Dandy dogs? What’s that? Like hellhounds?” the sexy man beside him asked.
“No,” Sky whined. “Hellhounds would have been better.” He lifted his head and gazed at his companion with his adorably ruffled hair. “Dandy dogs are wild. They’re the basis for all those Wild Hunt stories.”
“When they broke out, they dragged some underworld energy with them. With the leak sealed, that shouldn’t be a problem anymore,” Zal continued. That meant there should be no more dead randomly crawling out of their graves.
Sky glared at the demon. “I’m going to guess the dogs are my problem, though.”
Zal grinned at him, flashing two rows of white, pointed teeth. “Would you rather I set loose a bunch of my demons to round them up?”
“No,” Sky moaned. Demons and dandy dogs loose in Hartford sounded like an enormous mess. He’d just find a way to handle it himself.
“Excellent.” Zal clapped his hands and rubbed them together. “I’ll leave the dogs to you. They shouldn’t go after any humans. Well…probably not.”
The demon disappeared from Sky’s bedroom in a puff of black smoke and a lingering scent of brimstone.
They sat in silence for a full minute, Sky’s mind whirling in a hundred different directions. How the hell was he supposed to locate and capture three dandy dogs before they gnawed on the living?