Hagen, Lynn - Snooke [Demon Warriors 2] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic ManLove) (6 page)

If only he could get Snooke to open up about what was going on so he could help. That would be one of his top priorities. Snooke couldn’t remember who had attacked him that night behind the Pancake House, and the owner had no memory of even speaking with them.

The warriors were still trying to figure out how they talked with the owner when he wasn’t even there. That one had them baffled. He watched Snooke and Chris laugh as they talked. His chest tightened at the sight. Snooke would make a good life partner. Kane could just feel it.

“Coming through,” Hondo shouted as he brought the very large pan of lasagna into the dining room.

“That smells good.” Snooke closed his eyes as he inhaled. Kane’s cock took notice of how erotic that simple act looked.

“Go grab the salad, Kane,” Hondo called over his shoulder.

Kane snorted. “I’m a guest. Do you see a damn apron around my waist?” He leaned against the door frame and crossed his arms over his chest. “Say please.”

Hondo growled and pointed a finger at Kane. “You’re going to eat half this damn pan. Earn your dinner.”

Kane chuckled as he uncrossed his arms and headed into the kitchen. He spotted the large salad bowl and tongs sitting on the counter. As he crossed the kitchen, he spotted movement in the backyard.

Rushing out of the back door, Kane spotted Rainerio. “What the hell are you doing creeping around?”

Rainerio’s head snapped around at Kane’s voice. “I wasn’t sneaking around.”

“There’s no need to get pissy with me.” What was his problem? Rainerio never acted this way. At least not with the warriors. “Is something wrong?”

“Nope. I was going to join you guys for dinner, but something just came up.” The warrior headed toward the front of the house. “Later.”

Kane shook his head. There was a lot of strange shit happening lately. He walked back into the kitchen and picked up the salad bowl, taking it to the dining room. “Let’s eat.” He took a seat next to Snooke, smiling at the shorter man as he grabbed his plate and piled it high with the steamy pasta.

“This is good, even if you did cook it,” Kane teased Hondo as he shoveled in a mouthful. “What’s for dessert?”

Hondo growled. “You just had to bring that up.” Hondo shot a glance to Snooke and shrugged.

Kane couldn’t resist. “As long as it’s not cookies.”

“Kane!” Chris chastised him.

“What? I just don’t want hairy cookies.” He draped his arm over the back of Snooke’s chair and winked at the shorter man. Snooke held his hand to his mouth as he chuckled.

“I’ll serve you something hairy all right.”

“Hondo!” Chris shouted.

“He started it.” Hondo pouted as he glared at Kane.

Kane rocked his chair back on two legs. “No thanks. I don’t do hairy. I like my men smooth as a baby demon’s bottom.” He held his hands up, laughing as Chris’s napkin came flying across the table.

“Behave,” Chris warned.

It felt good to be able to laugh. Since Snooke’s disappearance, Kane had been sulking. Now that the gorgeous man was back by his side, Kane felt lighthearted. “Since when do I
ever
behave?”

Snooke looked up at Kane from under his lashes. The smile was stunning as Snooke sat in his seat laughing.

Chapter Four

Snooke remembered to close his eyes this time without Kane having to tell him. It made the journey from Chris’s home to Kane’s apartment a little more tolerable.

He could see Kane move around him in careful measures. Snooke knew the warrior was afraid of a repeat performance from the last time they were here. He wasn’t even sure anything would happen, but if it did, he was ready this time. Maybe. Hopefully. Snooke wanted to be.

“Would you like something to drink?” Kane asked as he walked out of the bedroom. Snooke caught a glimpse of apprehension in Kane’s eyes.

“That would be nice.” Snooke bit his bottom lip as he followed Kane into the kitchen. He waited by the table as Kane rummaged through the fridge.

“I have water, orange juice, and milk.” Kane opened the milk and sniffed, his nose scrunching up. “Okay, just water and juice.” He tossed the carton into the trash as he looked at Snooke for an answer.

“Water is fine.” Snooke looked around the kitchen, wondering how he could break the ice. He grabbed the water Kane handed him, and then they both just stood there in an awkward silence.

“I’m extremely flexible,” Snooke blurted out. He could feel his face heating up at the confession. Snooke twisted the cap off his bottle and took a drink, hoping Kane had gone deaf in the last minute and didn’t hear him.

No such luck.

“Hmm, are you?” Kane sat his bottle down on the table and crowded Snooke’s personal space. “Are you going to let me find out?”

Snooke’s cock hardened at Kane’s question. His heart rate picked up and his hands gripped the bottle tighter as Kane inserted his leg between Snooke’s thighs. When Snooke’s balls smashed onto that heavily muscled thigh, Snooke dropped the bottle, hearing it hit the floor. He grabbed Kane’s shoulders, his nails digging in, as he began to ride Kane’s strong, muscular thigh.

Kane grabbed Snooke’s hips, pulling him toward that powerful set of shoulders, and then pushing him back down, helping Snooke get lost in the sensual ride. His cock and sac were tingling from the friction.

“You feel so damn good,” Kane whispered into Snooke’s ear as he kissed his way down Snooke’s neck. He could feel Kane’s fingers digging harder into his hips as Snooke’s fingers turned white from the death grip he had on Kane’s shoulders.

“Kane, I’m gonna come,” Snooke whimpered into Kane’s neck.

“Then come for me, shorty.” Kane began to push and pull on Snooke’s hips faster, biting and nipping at the skin just below Snooke’s ear. “Come.” Kane exhaled, and Snooke arched as his head fell back. He cried out as his slacks filled with the sticky wetness of his cum.

Kane wrapped his arms around Snooke’s body, holding on to him as Snooke rode out the sexual bliss.

Snooke’s head fell against Kane’s shoulders as he clung to the warrior, breathing heavily as his heart raced out of control. Kane ran his hand over Snooke’s hair as he began to kiss along Snooke’s neck once again. The warrior had found Snooke’s erogenous zone, his neck, and was driving Snooke’s cock crazy. His skin buzzed as his senses reeled.

A protest left Snooke’s lips as Kane pulled away. He looked into Snooke’s eyes before taking his mouth in a blazing kiss. Snooke tried to climb Kane’s body. His inner thighs felt empty without Kane’s leg inserted between them. He could feel Kane’s cock pressed into his stomach and wanted it buried deep inside of him.

Snooke broke the kiss. “Fuck me, Kane, please.”

Kane reached between them, unsnapping his jeans as he pulled on Snooke’s shirt, telling him without words that he wanted Snooke on his knees.

Snooke nervously lowered, remembering from the last time how large Kane’s cock was. Could he take all that into his mouth? Would it fit?

Snooke glanced up to see the way Kane’s coppery brown eyes darkened as he stared down at Snooke. “Only if you want to, shorty. It’s your choice.”

Snooke’s eyes blinked when Kane freed his cock, holding the base with his large hand. Snooke could see Kane was detracting inches from the length with his hand, letting Snooke know he didn’t have to take it all.

Snooke leaned forward and placed his hands on Kane’s thighs, as he opened and took the head into his mouth. Kane hissed as Snooke lapped at the slit, greedily sucking in the pre-cum that was leaking out. Snooke’s lips stretched wide as he took the cock further in.

Kane’s hand squeezed the cock tighter, slowly stroking it, as the other hand roamed over Snooke’s hair. Snooke’s lips were wet with his saliva as he began to move his head up and down the shaft. Kane’s cock pulsed in his mouth, letting him know the warrior was close.

He reached past Kane’s hand and slid his fingers over Kane’s sac, massaging it with his fingers.

“Yeah, shorty, just like that.” Kane moaned as his hips snapped in quick bursts, nearly choking Snooke. He pulled back to the head and began to suckle it, maneuvering his hand to cup Kane’s balls, and then massaging and slightly tugging on them.

Kane shouted as hot spurts of cum shot to the back of Snooke’s throat. He drank it down like a parched man, licking at the slit for more. Kane pulled from his mouth and dropped down to his knees, pulling Snooke into an embrace. “So good.” Kane nuzzled into Snooke’s neck.

Snooke couldn’t believe he’d actually been able to make Kane come. He thought for sure the sheer size of Kane’s cock would be too much. Snooke smiled as the warrior held him, happy he brought Kane off.

“Come on, babe, let’s get you out of those pants and get you washed up.” Kane stood, lifting Snooke to his feet as well. “You want to go to your place to shower?”

“Please. I don’t have any clothes here.”

“I don’t want to sound presumptuous, but you can leave a few items here.” Kane took Snooke’s hand as he led him down the hall. “It doesn’t have to be for sex. I would be convenient though.”

Snooke closed his eyes as they walked into Kane’s dark bedroom and came out into Snooke’s. “I can do that.” Snooke busied himself by gathering a fresh shirt from his closet along with a pair of black slacks.

“You dress pretty damn nice, shorty. Look at these threads.” Kane pushed hangers aside and pulled out Snooke’s favorite Dolce & Gabbana shirt.

“You like that one?” Snooke took it from Kane’s hands when the warrior nodded. He laid it on the bed with his slacks to wear. He put his other choice back and headed toward the bathroom. “Make yourself comfortable.”

* * * *

Kane made himself comfortable by walking through Snooke’s house and getting damn nosey. He walked around, taking a good look at everything. Kane wasn’t looking for anything specifically. He just wanted to get to know Snooke a little better by how he lived.

Kane noticed that Snooke didn’t have any photos hanging on walls or sitting on his dresser. Wandering into the living room, Kane looked for some in there, but none were around.

Snooke’s home was almost like a showcase, nothing personal to identify it as his. Snooke had a very contemporary home. The demon had a very expensive-looking black sectional, a chrome lamp that towered over the furniture, and had three separate light fixtures adorning it. The coffee table even looked expensive.

Kane looked at the door when he heard a knock, wondering if he should answer it. He glanced at the bedroom door, but could hear the shower still going.
Fuck it.
Crossing the room, Kane opened the door to see a short human standing on the other side with a bouquet of roses.

This did not set well with him at all.

“Who the hell are you?” Kane snarled.

The human grinned up at Kane. “You must be Snooke’s god. Here.” He thrust the flowers into Kane’s hand. “You could use these.”

Kane grabbed the bundle before they hit the floor. What in the hell was going on here? “Again, who are you?”

“Dillon, Snooke’s neighbor.” The guy looked behind Kane into Snooke’s apartment. “So where is he?”

Kane looked down at the roses and then back at Dillon. “In the shower.”

“So you finally tapped that ass.” Dillon chuckled as he pushed past Kane and walked into the living room. “Good. I was starting to think I would have to put Snooke out of his misery.”

Kane set the roses on the coffee table and then thought better of it. He took them in the kitchen and stared at the trash can for a moment before grabbing a vase and shoving them into it. He tossed the vase under the faucet and filled it with water, slamming the expensive-looking thing onto the counter as he walked back into the living room.