Curled up in bed, in a luxurious wine country hotel—Reggie had offered to let them stay over; Kris had said, “You want us having demonic magical empathic s*x in your house?” and had quietly enjoyed the chance to pamper his demon with the fanciest suite possible—Kris trailed fingertips over Justin’s bare shoulder; Justin, naked and warm against him, smiled.
“You look happy,” Kris said.
“Mmm. Totally. I mean, we’ve got invitations to send out, and seating to plan, now that we’ve got the date and the venue…but right now I’m thinking about you and that thing you did with your tongue…can you do that again? Not this second. Too tired. But soon. Definitely soon. Where’d you learn that?”
“Experience,” Kris proclaimed smugly. Justin might be part demon and decently kinky and enjoyably young and
