he’d ever loved?
Severn glanced over. His brow creased, and he sauntered on, retreating to their habitat without waiting for Mikhail. Despite his words about redemption, did Severn despise him, as he rightfully should?
Was the damage between them too great to be salvaged? Mikhail wasn’t even sure it should be saved. He could not forgive himself. So where did that leave them?
He returned to the habitat to find Severn seated on the end of the bed, hands on his knees, head bowed, illuminated by a single lamp in the corner of the room.
Mikhail hesitated as the door swung closed. Severn lifted his head, and before Mikhail’s own thoughts could sabotage his desires, he crossed the floor in two strides and kissed him, enjoying the shocked silence of Severn’s mouth against his.
Severn wavered, his mouth pliable, but then broke free of whatever thought was holding him back and returned the kiss with a desperate hardness that instantly ignited the spark of Mikhail’s restrained passion.
Severn pushed against Mikhail, his tongue sliding in, and Mikhail pushed back, tasting the sweetness of angel and sizzling heat of demon and everything uniquely Severn—everything he’d missed for months. Gods, he wanted him, and there was no controlling it.
Mikhail’s hands fit perfectly against Severn’s hips. He eased his touch around, behind Severn, to the tempting curve of his back, and drew him closer still. Severn surrendered against him, all of the tension melting away. Mikhail dug his fingers into the tight rise of Severn’s ass and jerked Severn against him. Severn moaned into the kiss and then broke away, slipping his wet tongue down Mikhail’s neck.
It was too much, and everything, and not enough.
Severn’s fingers found the hard evidence of Mikhail’s need and rubbed him through his clothes. Mikhail’s breath hitched with every stroke. This was all kinds of wrong. Severn was an incubus. But Mikhail’s mind had shattered, leaving a single thought: he didn’t care what Severn was, he needed this.
Severn’s hands tore at Mikhail’s shirt, tugging in his haste to find skin, and when he did, Mikhail threw his head back and relished the feel of Severn’s soft lips closing around a nipple. His teeth nipped lower, and then he was on his knees, his fingers at Mikhail’s trouser fly. Mikhail’s cock twitched at the thought of what was to come.
“I haven’t stopped thinking of this, of you.” Severn had barely finished speaking before his lips closed over Mikhail’s sensitive member and sucked him deep.
Mikhail sank his fingers into Severn’s hair, dislodging the loose knot holding it up, spilling his golden locks free. He plunged his cock deep into the tight, heated feel of Severn’s mouth, hearing and feeling Severn hum his pleasure.
Suddenly, the warm pressure of his mouth slid free, gone, but before Mikhail could protest, Severn drew the sack between his lips and teeth and gently sucked.
Oh, by Haven. In his long life, he’d never known pleasure like this. Words abandoned him.
He dragged Severn to his feet. His swollen, glistening lips smiled, and Mikhail could think of little more he wanted to do than fuck his mouth until he came, crying Severn’s name. But there was something more he’d missed—the way it had felt when Severn took control. How easy Severn made it to surrender to desire. How perfect it was to bend beneath him.
“Where do you want me, Your Grace?” Severn’s eyes sparkled.
Mikhail closed his fingers around Severn’s throat tight enough to make Severn’s lashes flutter. He nipped at his mouth, letting his lip spring back. “In me.”
His pink tongue stroked Mikhail’s bottom lip.
“Now.”
Mikhail loosened his grip and turned them both, guiding Severn with him until the backs of his legs bumped the bed. Severn’s gaze stuttered downward to Mikhail’s exposed and glistening member.
Mikhail slid his hand inside Severn’s waistband and found his smooth rod, its soft tip slick enough for him to slide his palm over it. “Do you want to fuck me?”
Severn grabbed Mikhail’s head and slammed his mouth into his so hard, a hint of blood tainted the kiss. He shoved Mikhail back, who fell, unresisting, to the bed. Severn’s hands scorched his hips and jerked Mikhail downward. The rough demands in his gestures stuttered Mikhail’s breaths and made his member ache. Severn bared his teeth in a wild grin and flipped Mikhail over, facedown on the sheets.
Mikhail’s breaths came fast now. He gripped the sheets as Severn’s hands tore his trousers down his thighs, exposing his ass. Fingers spread him. Probed. Mikhail clenched, and a wet finger slid in.
“Mm,