The Baby Dilemma Chapter 7
"What do demons eat?" Seth asked, looking over her chicken soup.
"Sex and death, but human food can help for a bit," Torian rubbed his stomach where Abel elbowed.
"Devi loves human food more than most humans do, so he'll be very happy," and it was true, he had never heard anyone freak out over food the way he had seen Devi.
"So, how is my mate behaving?" Sevriel asked, slipping in through the window. He tried to wipe the blood from his cheeks and only managed to smear it further.
"He's been good," Abel said.
"He's been an ass," Torian corrected.
"Shall I punish him then?"
"Please do," Devi purred from the doorway, grinning wantonly at his lover. His eyes immediately trained on the blood smearing Sevriel's body and purred.
"We'd probably better get out of here, Abel, Seth. Devi's a dirty little boy," Torian hefted Seth up into his arms, smiling at her giggle.
"Can we leave the soup for Devi?" Seth asked with a smile.
"Okay," Torian's stomach growled in protest.
"Don't worry, I can make more!"
Devi grinned as Sevriel tackled him down onto the bed, pinning his wrists above his head with one large hand.
Sevriel's eyes were severe as they stared at Devi, sparked from the lust of his battles. Anyone who wasn't a demon wouldn't trifle with a Seraphim after a battle, they were too fierce.
Devi reared up, snapping his little fangs at Sevriel's face, barely managing to nick him. It was enough to send Sevriel over the edge.
The angel tackled Devi over onto his belly, wrapping a fist in that long braid to hold him still while he slammed his way inside that tight little body.
Devi grinned into the pillow, his claws tearing into the sheets as he let Sevriel take him the way he needed to be taken.
They collapsed together, panting.
"You okay?" Sevriel asked, rolling Devi over to check his eyes for a lie.
"I'm better than okay," Devi nipped at his lip, grinning as Sevriel claimed his mouth in a deep kiss.