Betting On His Demon (3 page)

And that demon had taken notice of Julian. 

The easy unaffectedness Carreau had shown when he arrived dissipated and he changed completely.  His shoulders tensed and his body tightened.  He was still amazingly handsome, but now there was an air of danger about him that only seemed to ratchet Julian’s desire that much more.  Why he would get more tempted was anyone’s guess.

The air itself was fraught with a compelling energy, collected into a ball and filling the room to bursting.  Carr’s gaze traveled over Julian’s body.  Down to his feet and back up again did Carr’s stare roam, and each second of the perusal made Julian feel hotter and heavier.  Heavier because his sac swelled and filled with seed, weighing heftily between his legs.

Julian felt his cock seep more fluid, readying for what Julian didn’t know.  He’d never traveled down this road before and wasn’t sure what was expected of him.

“Why is he here, Olivier?” Carreau asked, his deep baritone rippling through Julian’s body.

Goose bumps lifted all over Julian’s flesh as need mounted.  He wanted the demon in front of him more than he’d ever wanted a woman in his life.  That thought alone made him feel numb, a sense of disquiet settling in. 

He wasn’t gay.

Or am I?

“Julian here signed my contract a few hours ago and is now mine to command,” Olivier said, satisfaction dripping from each word.

Carreau whipped his head to the side to stare at Olivier, his hands flexing into tight fists.  “Why him?”

“Why not?” Olivier asked.  “I saw him the last time we were in Las Vegas and he …
intrigued
me.  I thought, what better decoration than a gambler as we played our weekly game?”

Carreau growled, those small horns, suddenly sliding out a few inches, began to project forward and turn dark.

“Oh, Carr, stop.  A demon has to do what a demon has to do to win a hand of cards down here.”

Carreau turned back to face Julian.  He took several steps and stopped when he was about a foot away, his horns elongated more and becoming as black as onyx.  As did the guy’s eyes.  Even the whites turned black, reminding Julian the dude wasn’t human.  “Has he hurt you?”

“Depends if you count shoving a marble cock up your ass hurting,” Julian said, and felt idiotic the minute the words were out of his mouth.  He’d tried to lighten the moment and failed miserably.  He looked to the floor in embarrassment.

“His
virgin
ass,” Olivier added.

Heat flooded Julian’s face.  “No.  He hasn’t hurt me.” 
The humiliation factor has increased exponentially, though.

“My name is Carreau,” the demon said, the heat in his voice undeniable. 

“Julian.” Julian looked back to see the darkness seeping away from Carreau’s eyes and horns, which also went down.  But when he looked back to the floor, he saw something else hadn’t gone down at all.  The demon’s hard length was tenting the front of his pants.  Julian’s body shook as a tremor ran through him at the sight.

I’m not gay.

But if he keeps looking at me like he is now, I’d let him do anything he wanted. 

Carreau stepped back, the residual body heat from the male going with him.  Now that Julian wasn’t basking in the demon’s warmth, he felt bereft.  Julian watched the man head toward Olivier and settle into one of the chairs surrounding the poker table.  Carreau kept glancing Julian’s way, his eyes darkened with need, but he tried to go back to unaffected and bored.  He failed at the attempt. 

The demon sat back in the seat.  He grasped cards Olivier offered in his large, long-fingered hand, which he gazed at with eyes so pale blue, they now appeared white from where Julian stood.  Julian’s ass throbbed around the thick impalement, and his gaze drifted to where Carreau’s cock still tented his pants.  According to Olivier, the male was bigger than the thick phallus stuck inside him now.  Would it hurt to have a man that large inside him?

A demon.  Not a man.

It didn’t matter.  Julian wanted him all the same.  Had Olivier done something to him?  Made him lust after a male when he was a raging heterosexual?  Then why wasn’t Julian attracted to Olivier?  Olivier was just as handsome and masculine, but he just missed something.  There was some kind of aura Carreau had that Olivier didn’t.

“If you keep berating me mentally, Julian, I’ll have to take it out on your flesh,” Olivier said loudly, his back to Julian.  “And you’re here for a reason, remember?  Get to work.”

Julian scowled, but the expression left as Carreau cast a look his way under hooded lids.  After a moment, Carreau turned back to his cards, the connection severed.  Julian rested his head against the wall, sweat beading on his body.  His control was frayed.  He didn’t want to move on the shaft because it would make Olivier happy.  But he did want to move on the shaft, simply because he wanted Carreau’s stare on him.

He rolled his hips gently and slowly, impaling himself a little deeper.  The sensation was incredible.  He bit back a moan and closed his eyes.  After that, his body began moving on its own, coming down on the hard phallus over and over again, the cold marble absorbing his body heat and burning him from the inside out.  He varied the thrusts, trying not to come too quickly.

Julian felt something on his cock, and he opened his eyes.  Carreau was inches from him, grasping his cock at the root.  Julian’s motions made Carreau’s hand move slightly, and the demon let out a shaky breath.

“Can I touch you as you move?” Carreau nearly whispered, his eyes black as coal again.

Julian nodded his head, knowing he wanted nothing but Carreau’s hand on his shaft.  The demon started pumping Julian’s length as Julian fucked himself on the marble.  He locked gazes with the tall male and opened his lips some, his breath coming in short, measured pants.  Sweat beaded and rolled down his back and abs, his entire body shaking with need.

“Do you like the way I’m touching you, Julian?”

Julian nodded his head, not trusting his voice to work.

“Good, because I like the way you feel in my hand,” Carreau answered, his head cocking to the side as he watched Julian intently.  “I want to feel your cum in my hand.  Can you give that to me, too?”

Julian’s knees wobbled, and he lost his momentum a second, but he quickly caught himself and rolled his hips faster, pumping his flesh into Carreau’s hand.  He closed his eyes, his orgasm coming closer and closer.

“Don’t close your eyes,” Carreau whispered.  “I want to see your beautiful brown eyes when you come in my hand.”

Julian let out a moan and looked up at the demon.  He felt ensorcelled, trapped in a moment where nothing and no one else existed.  Carreau smiled wanly and tightened his hold on Julian’s cock before he used his other hand to squeeze Julian’s balls.

The touch was the last straw.  Julian’s body bowed, his back arching as a lightning arc of release shot through him.  He screamed, a thick shot of seed erupting from his cock and into the demon’s hand.  Julian watched as his dick was milked, robbed of his essence.  He could barely breathe and most definitely couldn’t think as his heart beat a mile a minute.  There would never be an orgasm as intensely life shattering as the one he’d just experienced.

At the hands of a man.

A demon.

Whatever, it still felt incredible.  And I want more.

Julian looked up at Carreau and smiled slightly, not sure what happened next.  A little embarrassment settled in, and he put his head back against the cool wall.  He closed his eyes, sucking in a shuddered breath.

“Mr. McNamara?  Mr. McNamara?  Are you alright?”

Julian opened his eyes and he was back in the bathroom, his forehead on the cool lid of the toilet he’d hovered over just before getting sucked into Olivier’s world.  He lifted his head and looked around.  All his clothing was on, like none of it had ever happened.

But his ass was sore, throbbing, and his cock was tender, having just come.

It had been real.

Hadn’t it?

Chapter Three

“Olivier, what on earth was that about?”

Olivier rose from his seat and offered Carr the pocket square from his front pocket.  Carr took it, but snuck a little taste of the seed along the tip of his tongue.  Salty, yet sweet.  Quite like the male himself.  Carreau knew the human had lived a little on the wild side in recent years, but ultimately, there was a good man deep inside.  Carr wiped the excess on Olivier’s napkin before handing it back to his cousin. 

Olivier glared at the returned cloth and scowled.  “You can keep it, cousin.”

Carr smiled and tucked the scrap of fabric into his jacket pocket.  “Like I asked.  Why the sadistic display?”

“It seemed to entertain you,” Olivier said as he sat back down and then sorted through his cards.  “Let’s get back to the game.”

“You won’t win, you know?  Bringing that male here won’t make me lose my focus.”

Olivier smiled.  “Perhaps not today.  Maybe not next week, but eventually you’ll cave.”

“Oh, so you plan to continue these weekly shows until I crack, hmm?”

Olivier nodded.  “Absolutely.  And I
will
win.”

Carr sorted his cards and made a wager.  “We’ll see about that.”

“Oh, I’m quite confident.  After today, you aren’t allowed to touch him again.  Not unless I approve of it.”

Carr squeezed his hands into fists, not realizing he was wrecking the cards in his grip until it was almost too late.

“Oh, Carr, I hope that little taste of your human will be enough to tide you over for a while.  Because unless I win, you lose.”

Carr glared at his cousin.  “You know I can’t lose to you.  The precious balance in the underworld would be torn asunder and we’d go back to war.”

“War is such an underrated event, don’t you think?” Olivier tossed a card into the deck and then took the new one.  “I like to think of it in its positive connotations—population control, a way to level the playing field, and there is so much profit to come from warring of two or more factions.  And then let’s not forget the drama!  Entertainment galore.  I really don’t know what you’ve got against any of that.  This peace you always seek is just troublesome.”

Carr swallowed and attempted to get control of himself.  Everything Olivier said went in one ear and out the other.  Carr couldn’t forget the look of utter abandon on Julian’s face as he’d come in Carr’s hand.  The human had succumbed to the need within him so easily and hadn’t shied from Carr’s caresses.  Lust had filled Julian’s gaze, and Carr was hungry for more.  Much more.  And now he wasn’t allowed to touch him, all thanks to his son of a bitch cousin.

Carr wasn’t sure what it was about the human that had him so intrigued and utterly fascinated.  It was simply a human, a man with flaws.  A young male, much too young for a two and a half century old demon prince.  A fit, seductive male who’d been on Carr’s mind since the moment he’d seen Julian a month before in Las Vegas.

A male who may be Carr’s eternal mate.  Olivier had apparently guessed the same.  It had to be the reason his cousin used Julian against him now.

Looking at his cards, he noticed his hands shook slightly.  When he looked up, Olivier was sitting there watching as well, a smirk on his face.

“Let’s get the game over,” Carr grated out.

“Indeed,” Olivier answered.

****

Julian walked out of the bathroom with one of the promoters’ secretaries chasing after him. 

“Mr. McNamara, we still have a couple of pictures we’d like to get if you’re well enough.”

Julian stopped and looked at the man.  “How long was I in the restroom?”

The guy shrugged after looking thoughtful a moment.  “I don’t know.  Maybe fifteen minutes?”

Fifteen minutes?
  There was no way.  Was he on some kind of acid trip?  Had someone slipped him a mickey and he was gliding high?  Or maybe this was just a unique side effect of having the big C.  He certainly couldn’t blame it on the meds, at least not yet.  He hadn’t begun treatment yet, so this couldn’t be attributed to some weird side effect.

Julian stomped over to the large check sitting there waiting for him.  He wasn’t sure what was going on, but he was taking that check if it only meant he could get better.  There was no way he was going to tell the promoters that he may or may not have cheated because he thought he may or may not have sold his soul to a demon named Olivier and then just been jerked off by another one, all while in a room in Downtown Hell.

No, he’d quietly take his check home and call his doctor.  But if he was hallucinating, Julian wasn’t completely sure he wanted them to stop.  His body still felt the effects of Carreau’s touch, and he yearned for more.

Be it a dream or not, Julian was obsessed.

His cock grew hard again, ready for more of the demon’s touch.  Julian shook his head, ready to go home and away from all the prying eyes.  He felt like everyone in the room stared at him, knew he’d just had a sexual experience with a hunky demon who also happened to be male.