"So, these tornado things," Jack Aniston said
as he watched the two men sitting across the room from him, especially the one
that was twirling a mini tornado around in the palm of his hand. That shit was
just freaky. "Once you were claimed by Storym you could create them?"
"Yep." Nick twirled his finger, and the mini
tornado began to swirl faster.
Jack's forehead creased as he frowned. "How?"
"Got me." Nick shrugged. "It's just something
I can do, just like Gabe here can create fireballs."
Jack's eyes widened when Gabe created a
fireball in the palm of his hand. He ducked down, the fireball barely missing
his head as it sailed past him. He immediately turned and glared at Gabe. Jack
rolled his eyes when he heard Nick snicker. He was getting really tired of
being a target.
"Better watch it, Gabe," Nick said, "Tehmper
is still pretty pissed at you for the holes in the study wall. It took the
carpenters two weeks to fix them all."
Gabe pouted. "Well, he shouldn't have told me
I couldn't keep my sword then, should he?"
"What are you going to do with a sword?" Nick
asked. "It's not like you can return to the surface to fight."
Gabe rolled his eyes. "As we have all recently
discovered, fighting is not restricted to the surface world, and I refuse to
be locked up in a padded cell."
He needed a padded cell because he was insane.
Jack was pretty sure they all were.
"True. I wouldn't mind the training so much if
Storym didn't have a panic attack every time I stubbed my toe. Do you know how
embarrassing that is? I mean, seriously, we train with all of the other
demons, and he totally freaks out if one of them goes a little tough on me.
They're all afraid to train with me."
"Be lucky you get to train," Gabe said. "Tehmper
and I are still discussing it."
"Talk to him about it while you're giving him
a blow job," Nick said. "He'll never be able to say no with his dick in your
mouth."
"Eeewww," Jack groaned. "TMI, guys."
Seriously.
"Oh please." Nick snickered. "I've seen you
eyeing Clagh's package more than once, and if I'm not mistaken, someone had
swollen lips when they left the study the other night."
Jack's face flushed, and he quickly glanced
away. "I don't know what you're talking about." Oh god, he couldn't believe
someone had seen him. So, he had let the demon kiss him. So, the fuck what?
It was just one kiss.
Maybe two.
"Right," Nick snorted.
"I don't do men," Jack insisted for what must
have been the millionth time since arriving in Jinnistan. He was not
gay!
"Yes, but do you do demons?"
Jack suddenly laughed even though he felt his
face flush yet again. "Maybe."
It wasn't exactly that he did demons and not
men. He was just curious. Clagh was damn nice to look at—well, if he was going
to be looking, and Jack wasn't admitting to anything—but damn, all those
bulging muscles? They were hot.
Nick tilted his head back and grinned over at
Gabe. "That just leaves Brayan."
"Brayan?" Gabe looked confused. "What about
him?"
"Well, we've all moved back into the clan
compound, except for Brayan. With the three of us here, we need to move Brayan
here as well. He's one of us."
Gabe shook his head. "You heard him as well as
I did. He doesn't want to move out of the palace."
"No." Nick shook his head. "He's afraid of
moving out of the palace. Big difference."
"Why do you think that is?"
"A hundred reasons, I'm sure, but the most
important one is that he's ashamed of the scars on his body. He needs to be
here with us where we can teach him that he has nothing to be ashamed of.
Besides, Zayne is here, and what better way for Brayan to come back to the
land of the living than with his demon by his side."
Jack glanced up from listening to the
conversation between Nick and Gabe when he saw a figure pause in the doorway.
Storym, Nick's demon, held a finger up to his lips when he saw Jack looking at
him. Jack smirked and glanced away.
"Plotting again, Demonas Amaté?"
Jack snickered when Nick jumped at the sound
of his boyfriend's voice. Well, boyfriend, partner, mate—something like that.
Jack still hadn't quite figured that part out. The tornado in Nick's hand got
away from him when he lost concentration and flew across the room to smash
into the bookcase. Books crashed to the floor with a loud thud.
Nick just sat there for a moment and stared.
Jack started laughing at the stunned look on Nick's face, and then Gabe joined
in until their laughter filled the silence in the room.
Storym grinned, which was actually a good look
on the demon. He was usually so serious. "You need more practice, Demonas
Amaté."
"Practice?" Nick chuckled as he turned to look
longingly at the demon lounging against the archway. "I like practice."
Jack rolled his eyes as Nick jumped up and
practically ran out of the room with Storym quickly giving chase. He had
absolutely no delusions about where the two men were off too. It seemed every
time he turned around Nick and Storym or Gabe and Tehmper were running off to
have sex.
Gods, he could practically smell it. The
pheromones and scent of sex that hung in the air in almost every damn room in
the huge clan compound was overwhelming. Jack had jacked off so many times he
was afraid of getting carpal tunnel.
"Well," Gabe said as he stood, "that was fun.
I'm going to go find Tehmper."
Jack blinked and watched Gabe hightail it out
of the study. He groaned and dropped his head back against the couch once the
room was empty, closing his eyes. This was ridiculous. He just needed to go
home and find his little black book, and then everything would be fine.
He could think of several women he could call
for a night of fun between the sheets, no strings attached. There was…uh…well,
she had brown hair. Brown hair and long legs. Brown hair, long legs, and
muscles that went—Jack's eyes snapped open as he realized just what long
legged brunette he was thinking about.
He rubbed the heels of his hands over his
eyeballs, trying to dislodge the image. He so did not need to be thinking
about that damn demon when he was horny. He did not do men…or demons.
"You are well, Demonas Amaté?"
Jack gulped and glanced toward the doorway,
trying to remind himself that he did not do men or demons, no matter how
fucking gorgeous they were. "I'm good, Clagh."
"Would you care to join me?" Clagh asked with
a hopeful look on his face. "I am on my way down to the city center and you
have not had time to see much of my world. I would be honored to show it to
you."
Jack's boredom overrode his common sense. That
was the only explanation for him nodding his head. He knew he had no business
being around Clagh, especially considering that Clagh thought Jack was his
Demonas Amaté.
Oh yeah, there was that whole kissing thing,
too.
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