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CHAPTER 5: LIAM

“Didyou leave these notes on the roster? I didn’t realise we had a clash next week.” Ayden’s voice interrupted the floating sensation Liam had been lost in, and he quickly became aware he was still splayed out on a hard surface, his cum now thoroughly soaked into his shirt.

“Hmmm?”

Ayden laughed softly. “Come here, pet. You’re not going to be comfortable there much longer.”

Liam didn’t bother helping as Ayden lifted him up from the desk before settling him so he was straddling the incubus’ lap, chest-to-chest in his chair. He was too relaxed to move under his own steam. Although Ayden’s tail was still a constant tease in his ass, and it was starting to make him hard again.

Oh fuck.What had he done? With his boss!

“Shhh,” Ayden’s voice rumbled above his head from where Liam had hidden his face in Ayden’s chest. Strong hands stroked down his spine.

“We shouldn’t be doing this,” Liam said.

Ayden’s stroking paused before continuing. “And why is that?”

“It’s not appropriate! What if your boss walks in?”

“My bosses are well aware of who and what I am. And as much as Gabriel tries to play all high and mighty, he’s a matchmaker at heart, especially for human soul matches. Angels and demons are both fascinated with your kind that way. We both need humanity specifically to thrive, whereas the other species have more options.”

“Humanwhat?” Liam shouted, jerking upright and immediately moaning as the tail jostled inside him, sending sparks of need to his balls. “Would you mind removing your tail from me while we have this conversation?”

“Of course.”

Liam immediately regretted his request as his body felt empty and even more needy. Also, when—and how—had he managed to lose all his clothes?

“What’s a soul match?”

“A compatible human.”

“In what sense?”

“In the sense that a mate bond would take if the supernatural decided to pursue it.”

“What’s a mate bond?” He’d read enough romance novels to have some preconceptions, but he didn’t want to assume.

“A connection that binds you for life with someone. You can feel what they feel. Find them anywhere. Some species will only haveone potential mate in the world at a time, shifters especially, but most of the species that make a home in Sanctum City have more options.”

“And we’re a match?”

Ayden just raised an eyebrow before pointedly looking down at Liam’s bobbing erection that was leaking pre-cum down his length.

“I thought that was just because you’re an incubus.”

“While a certain amount of attraction is unavoidable, I’m very careful to keep my demon influence under control, especially at work. Otherwise, the office would just be one giant orgy every day. That’s why I wear the glasses. They stop me seeing what everyone’s fantasising about, so I don’t feel compelled to deliver it.”

“I guess I’ll just have to take your word for that,” Liam said, vaguely embarrassed he couldn’t entirely blame his reaction on the lust demon’s powers.

Ayden clicked his tongue, and Liam’s arousal went from a simmering seven out of ten to a thousand in less than a second. He was suddenly desperate to be fucked in any way Ayden wanted to take him. Maybe he could just sit here on his cock forever? The sensation cut off as quickly as it had arrived. Liam’s mouth dropped open as he struggled to bring his brain back online.

“That’s what you would feel if I lost control. Believe me now? Let me take care of that for you,” Ayden said, sliding his hands down to Liam’s thighs and towards his erection.

“No.” Why was he saying no when every cell in his body was screaming yes? Just to see if Arden would listen?

The demon immediately stopped, raising his hands in the air in surrender. “As you wish. The shower is over there.”

Liam forced his reluctant body to rise, shuffling to the ensuite bathroom rather awkwardly as his hard cock bobbed ahead of him, feeling like the slightest breeze would have him climaxing all over the floor. He managed to get the water on and heating up before he touched himself. Barely. He came before his hand had managed a single stroke, almost blacking out from the pleasure.