Betting On His Demon Read Online Free Page B

felt ensorcelled, trapped in a moment where nothing and no one else existed.  Carreau smiled wanly and tightened his hold on Julian’s cock before he used his other hand to squeeze Julian’s balls.
    The touch was the last straw.  Julian’s body bowed, his back arching as a lightning arc of release shot through him.  He screamed, a thick shot of seed erupting from his cock and into the demon’s hand.  Julian watched as his dick was milked, robbed of his essence.  He could barely breathe and most definitely couldn’t think as his heart beat a mile a minute.  There would never be an orgasm as intensely life shattering as the one he’d just experienced.
    At the hands of a man.
    A demon.
    Whatever, it still felt incredible.  And I want more.
    Julian looked up at Carreau and smiled slightly, not sure what happened next.  A little embarrassment settled in, and he put his head back against the cool wall.  He closed his eyes, sucking in a shuddered breath.
    “Mr. McNamara?  Mr. McNamara?  Are you alright?”
    Julian opened his eyes and he was back in the bathroom, his forehead on the cool lid of the toilet he’d hovered over just before getting sucked into Olivier’s world.  He lifted his head and looked around.  All his clothing was on, like none of it had ever happened.
    But his ass was sore, throbbing, and his cock was tender, having just come.
    It had been real.
    Hadn’t it?

     
     
     
    Chapter Three
     
    “Olivier, what on earth was that about?”
    Olivier rose from his seat and offered Carr the pocket square from his front pocket.  Carr took it, but snuck a little taste of the seed along the tip of his tongue.  Salty, yet sweet.  Quite like the male himself.  Carreau knew the human had lived a little on the wild side in recent years, but ultimately, there was a good man deep inside.  Carr wiped the excess on Olivier’s napkin before handing it back to his cousin. 
    Olivier glared at the returned cloth and scowled.  “You can keep it, cousin.”
    Carr smiled and tucked the scrap of fabric into his jacket pocket.  “Like I asked.  Why the sadistic display?”
    “It seemed to entertain you,” Olivier said as he sat back down and then sorted through his cards.  “Let’s get back to the game.”
    “You won’t win, you know?  Bringing that male here won’t make me lose my focus.”
    Olivier smiled.  “Perhaps not today.  Maybe not next week, but eventually you’ll cave.”
    “Oh, so you plan to continue these weekly shows until I crack, hmm?”
    Olivier nodded.  “Absolutely.  And I will win.”
    Carr sorted his cards and made a wager.  “We’ll see about that.”
    “Oh, I’m quite confident.  After today, you aren’t allowed to touch him again.  Not unless I approve of it.”
    Carr squeezed his hands into fists, not realizing he was wrecking the cards in his grip until it was almost too late.
    “Oh, Carr, I hope that little taste of your human will be enough to tide you over for a while.  Because unless I win, you lose.”
    Carr glared at his cousin.  “You know I can’t lose to you.  The precious balance in the underworld would be torn asunder and we’d go back to war.”
    “War is such an underrated event, don’t you think?” Olivier tossed a card into the deck and then took the new one.  “I like to think of it in its positive connotations—population control, a way to level the playing field, and there is so much profit to come from warring of two or more factions.  And then let’s not forget the drama!  Entertainment galore.  I really don’t know what you’ve got against any of that.  This peace you always seek is just troublesome.”
    Carr swallowed and attempted to get control of himself.  Everything Olivier said went in one ear and out the other.  Carr couldn’t forget the look of utter abandon on Julian’s face as he’d come in Carr’s hand.  The human had succumbed to the need within him so easily and hadn’t shied from Carr’s