Demon and the Mage (Jeongcheol)

Seungcheol

I'd been all for taking Jeonghan to bed for the rest of the day to see how many more orgasms I could coax out of him, but his plans to check on Blaise scuppered that idea. Unwilling to let him be away from me for too long, I'd extracted a promise from him to come to the club that night while he was still pinned beneath me.

Might've been playing dirty, hitting him with the request while he was still coming down from the high of his orgasm, but hey, I'm a demon. I'm all about playing dirty.

And there were so many dirty ways I wanted to play with Jeonghan.

I tried not to show my reluctance to leave as Jeonghan led me to the front door, but given the way my mate took one look at me and laughed, I'd failed miserably.

"It's just for a few hours," he laughed, pulling me into an embrace.

"That's too long," I grumbled, nuzzling his neck. He smelled like cinnamon mixed with sex. It made me want to lick him all over. "I warned you'd I'd be like this, don't chicken out on us now. Maybe I could come with you?"

Jeonghan sighed, his hand rubbing my beard. "Normally, I'd love that, but...Blaise isn't in a good place right now. I don't think seeing you would help."

I grunted. Part of me, the part loyal to my siblings, was pleased he was still suffering. But that part was drowned out by the knowledge that Blaise's pain upset Jeonghan.

And upsetting Jeonghan? That was unacceptable.

Unable to resist him, I pulled him in for several more kisses before sliding to my knees.

Jeonghan groaned, his hands already shoving his shorts out of the way for my mouth. "I guess I can be a few minutes late."

It took more than a few minutes before Jeonghan came in thick spurts down my throat, but neither of us was complaining. Besides, being still able to taste him made leaving marginally easier.

Not that I'd gone far. My plan was to follow Jeonghan to Blaise's at a distance, then tail him back.

Now that I knew Jeonghan would be mine, my demon didn't want him out of our reach until he was marked.

And I couldn't say I disagreed.

Taking a leaf out of my siblings' notebook, I found a comfy spot on his roof to while away the hours, knowing he was close by.

My plan was scuppered when a loud clatter echoed through the air and the silver rungs of a ladder appeared against the roof's edge.

Fuck.

I peered cautiously over the edge to see Jeonghan halfway up the ladder. His eyebrows were raised in judgment. "Stalk much?"

"You broke into my house," I muttered. "What's a little roof lounging?"

He winked. "But I do it without getting caught. Ergo, I win, and you need to leave."

"Spoilsport," I said, spreading my wings and leaping off the roof. Hovering behind him, I looped an arm around Jeonghan's waist, taking a moment to press a kiss against his neck. He let out an indignant huff as I plucked him from the ladder and lowered him gently to the ground.

"I'm capable of getting down by myself."

"What if you slipped?"

Jeonghan flashed his teeth at me. "Supe, remember?"

I grunted. I remembered. I also remembered how he'd looked in that stairwell, wracked with pain and mouth open on a silent scream. Just because he could take risks didn't mean I'd be happy with him doing so.