The Warlock Who Hungered for a Demon (6 page)

But Noah, his friend, the man he loved, wasn’t here. These

emotions that reached Rhys seemed to belong to the warlock, but they

couldn’t replace him. Rhys wanted to go back, to find his soul

mate…God, his soul mate. Rhys desperately needed to return to his

side.

Alas, his limbs felt heavy and refused to aid him. The sea

remained calm and quiet, but Rhys had no strength to brave its deep

waters. As time passed, though, the refreshing waters fueled him. He

was still very weak, a clear consequence of having not fed for quite a

while. Even so, his will held the strength his body did not, and soon,

he found himself able to move. He swam through the waves he’d

floated on, unsure as to where he was headed.

His instinct must have taken him in the right direction, though,

since all of a sudden, the sea vanished, and Rhys was propelled

through a whirlpool out of his subconscious and into the real world.

The first thing he registered as he came to was a feeling of

weakness and pain. He remembered it now. Being in the imp’s home,

finding the vampire’s ashes, then nothing. What had happened? Had

they been attacked?

“Shh, Rhys,” a gentle voice said by his side. “Don’t strain

yourself. You’ve been through a lot.”

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Rhys forced himself to open his eyes. He was unsurprised when

he saw Noah sitting by his bed. The warlock looked quite haggard,

dark circles under his eyes signaling that he hadn’t slept in a while.

“You look terrible,” Rhys said, and this time, he was indeed

shocked as his voice came out raspy.

Noah chuckled. “Thank you. I think I can return the compliment.”

Rhys felt a pang of dismay at the words. He knew it must be true.

He’d clearly been out for quite a while. He had already lost weight

before he’d even gone on that damn expedition, so he must look like a

walking skeleton now. He palmed his chest, and he realized that

indeed, he could feel his ribs. No wonder Noah didn’t want him. Who

could desire someone like him?

“Whatever you’re thinking, don’t,” Noah said. “I’ve been so

worried about you, Rhys. You have no idea…” Noah’s voice broke

off, and he reached for Rhys’s cheek. “I’m so sorry, baby. I’m sorry

for what I did to you, to us.”

Noah hadn’t called Rhys
baby
since the day they’d met, so the

endearment struck Rhys hard. Did he dare hope that… No, no. It

couldn’t be. Noah had made it clear that he didn’t want Rhys like that.

And yet, in spite of knowing this, Rhys couldn’t hold back from

trying one more time. He reached for Noah, pulling the warlock close.

His soul mate came to him, and before Rhys knew it, soft lips crushed

against his almost violently.

It was unlike the other kiss they’d shared, and yet, so very similar.

It was still Noah, the same taste, the same scent, and the same

tenderness, even if this time, it lay hidden behind a layer of sensual

desperation. Rhys’s hunger rose, angry and hot, demanding that he

take what he’d yearned for so long.

Circumstances were far from ideal, and Rhys was still unsure

regarding Noah’s motives, but in the heat of the moment, none of that

mattered. Noah climbed into the bed and crawled over Rhys, never

once breaking their kiss. The warlock threw off the quilt covering

Rhys’s body, revealing Rhys’s near-nude form underneath. He wore

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only a pair of briefs for modesty, something that was hardly

surprising given the condition he’d been in. It was customary for

incubi to be as close to naked as possible when they were extremely

sick, so the material didn’t get in the way of them absorbing

sensations and emotions.

This proved to be quite convenient for Noah, as the warlock swept

his hands all over Rhys, enflaming Rhys even further. At the same

time, Noah’s clothing scratched Rhys’s sensitive skin, providing both

an additional layer of sensation and a barrier between their bodies.

Rhys wrapped his legs around Noah’s waist, rubbing against the other

man madly, desperately seeking the delicious and tormenting friction.

Exquisite pain rose within him. He had not even realized how

much he’d wanted to do this, and now he was overwhelmed with the

lust, the desire, the intoxicating flavor of Noah’s need for him. He

was a starving man who’d fasted for months and now suddenly had a

banquet in front of him. Ravenous, wild with the hunger, Rhys found

a strength he didn’t know he had. He tore at Noah’s clothing,

experiencing savage satisfaction as fabric tore and seams ripped.

Alas, this led Noah to separate their mouths. Rhys let out a

keening sound, unwilling to be parted from Noah for even a second.

“Shush, baby. I’ll give you what you want.”

Noah muttered a spell under his breath. The result was quite

gratifying. Both Noah’s clothing and Rhys’s underwear tore off,

landing on the floor in a heap. For the first time, Rhys feasted his gaze

on Noah’s naked body. God, the man was beautiful. From his

expressive eyes and his so very kissable lips, to his rippling abs and

that gorgeous dick rising proudly between muscled thighs, everything

about Noah made Rhys hot with lust. He didn’t even know where to

look first and what to touch. He was completely frozen.

Thankfully, Noah didn’t suffer from this problem. He took charge

of the situation once again, flipping Rhys on all fours. “I’m afraid I

don’t have any spell to lube you up.”

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“It’s fine,” Rhys gasped, throwing a gaze over his shoulder at

Noah. “I’m an incubus, remember? You can even take me dry.”

Noah’s gaze held a decision that touched Rhys to the core. “No.

I’ll never chance hurting you. Not with this. Not with anything else.”

Rhys didn’t get a chance to answer as his soon-to-be lover parted

his ass cheeks and licked across his crease. Pleasure exploded over

every inch of Rhys’s body. He’d always loved rimming, even more so

than others of his kind. It looked like Noah enjoyed it as well. Rhys’s

incubus senses were flooded with the warlock’s ecstasy and desire. It

almost seemed like Noah’s passion fed off Rhys’s, and the other way

around.

Noah thrust his tongue inside Rhys’s body, wiggling it around and

stretching Rhys’s passage in preparation for the act to come. Every

motion of that skilled muscle drove Rhys wild. He pushed back

against Noah, fucking his lover’s face. It was oh so good, and still not

enough, never enough. Rhys ached to fully feel Noah’s dick

penetrating him, filling him, stretching him.

He heard himself cry out, although he couldn’t really understand

the words. Moans, pleas, and an incoherent litany of Noah’s name

mingled together in a jumble that made very little sense. But Noah

didn’t seem to mind, or care. As always, he guessed what Rhys asked

of him.

The warlock pulled his tongue out of Rhys’s channel and flipped

Rhys on his back. “You weren’t lying when you said you easily adapt.

You just open up for me like a flower.”

Noah’s hot fist engulfed Rhys’s erection, massaging his dick.

“And look at you, so hard already. So beautiful. I just have to taste

you.”

And indeed, Noah did exactly what he said he would, lowering his

mouth to lick Rhys’s cock from head to tip. As Noah applied gentle

suction, Rhys was already so close he thought he would come any

moment now. But the hunger, God, the hunger, it wouldn’t be

appeased if Noah didn’t get inside him.

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“Please,” he begged. “Please, Noah, fuck me.”

For a few more moments, Noah bobbed his head up and down

Rhys’s dick. Then, he took pity on Rhys and released the shaft with a

wet pop. He lifted Rhys’s legs on his shoulders and positioned his

dick at Rhys’s opening. In one smooth thrust, Noah slid home.

Rhys released a cry as Noah’s dick pierced him, filling his

channel to the brim. His body greedily accepted the invasion and

craved more. Incubi were generally like this, their physiology

allowing them to withstand even the hardest of sexual kinks. But this

seemed more than just Rhys’s natural adapting to intercourse. He and

Noah fit, like they were meant to be together. The only way Rhys

could possibly describe it was perfection.

Noah’s dick stretched him just right, causing a slight burn that

made the entire thing more real. His hands held on to Rhys’s hips a

little too tight, but the bite of pain just provided additional sensations.

Rhys clutched Noah’s shoulders so hard he was surprised he didn’t

draw blood, but Noah didn’t seem to mind, either.

All these things, tiny parts of a cohesive whole, made up for an

experience that simply blew Rhys’s mind. He’d imagined coupling

with Noah so many times, but nothing had prepared him for the

reality of it.

And then, Noah pulled out of him and thrust back in, hitting

Rhys’s prostate as he did so. Rhys’s mind melted into a puddle of lust.

His entire being became focused on Noah, his hunger driven by an

even deeper emotional need for the warlock.

Crying out his soul mate’s name, Rhys pushed back against Noah,

meeting the warlock’s every motion. They moved together in perfect

synchrony, as if they’d been lovers forever and hadn’t just

surrendered to the inevitable a little while ago. With every second that

passed, Noah pushed harder, and Rhys’s mind and body buzzed with

the power of his kind. He was so close now, so close to coming, but

he wanted to hold on a little longer, to prolong this beautiful moment

he’d waited for since he’d met Noah.

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On and on it went, Noah’s dick sliding in and out of Rhys,

massaging the sensitive walls of Rhys’s passage. Rhys’s dick wept

copious amounts of pre-cum, throbbing angrily and demanding to be

let in on the action. The slight friction provided by the motion of their

bodies simply didn’t suffice. But Rhys knew that, should Noah touch

him there, one single caress would send him over the edge. The

ecstasy was already reaching its boiling point, and Rhys would not be

able to contain it for much longer.

Sweat dripped over Noah’s forehead, wetting his hair. The

warlock’s lips were bared in a near snarl that spoke of just how close

Noah was to coming as well. Rhys could feel it all, the pressure

building inside Noah, like a volcano getting ready to erupt.

Finally, neither of them could withstand the overwhelming

rapture. Noah reached between their bodies and palmed Rhys’s cock.

One stroke of Noah’s hand and it was all over. Screaming, Rhys

came, his incubus magic flowing out of him and over them both in

waves of unleashed, almost angry power. Mere seconds later, Noah

followed him, finding his peak as well.

For one beautiful moment, Rhys’s and Noah’s minds were

completely linked. A bond snapped into place, one Rhys had hoped

for and had early anticipated. They were truly one now, their

differences forgotten. The only thing that mattered was their love, the

love that Rhys could now sense so clearly. There was just so much of

it. He felt bathed in it, engulfed by the radiance of an affection so

profound it had no beginning and no ending. They were Noah’s

emotions, and his own, and the intensity of it cast away all the doubts

and even the physical weakness that had settled in due to his injury.

But the happiness and the ecstasy that dwelled in him was

promptly cast aside when Rhys caught sight of a memory at the

corner of Noah’s mind. He gasped and gazed at Noah in shock, all

thoughts of sex forgotten. “What is the meaning of this? Noah, are

you really going to die?”

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Rhys’s words shouldn’t have surprised Noah, but they did. He’d

known that the already-existing connection between them had the

potential to become something very powerful, very much like the

bond that currently existed between Rhys’s brother, Alexis, and

Alexis’s shifter mate, Morgan Cunningham. But he had not fully

grasped the fact that the link in question could give away the secret