Demon Warriors 1: Hondo (11 page)

“Or both.” Hondo turned the television off and grabbed Chris around the waist, pulling him in for a searing kiss. Chris opened wide at the probing tongue as Hondo walked them through a shadow and into the human realm.

* * * *

Hondo returned the rental car as he and Chris walked to the side of the brick building. It had been a perfect night. He was still grinning like a fool at the way they had that rental car rocking. His little demon was a spitfire.

He grabbed Chris’s hand and walked into the shadow, coming out into his bedroom. Hondo stopped when he heard a noise coming from the kitchen. If someone had found a way into the warriors’ building and was at this very moment planning Hondo’s demise, the fucker had another thing coming.

Hondo wasn’t going down that easily.

“Stay put,” he whispered to Chris as he crept along the wall from his bedroom to the living room. Hondo could feel his hands heating up and then igniting. He stopped just outside the kitchen door, listening for the intruder, trying to pinpoint where he was.

His head snapped around, and a low growl left his throat when Chris bumped into him. He pointed to the bedroom, but Chris shook his head.

Hondo pointed again, but Chris only shook his head again. He was just about to haul his mate back to the bedroom when he heard the floorboards creaking.

Whoever was in his kitchen was heading out of it now. Hondo looked back at Chris and then at the door, split in two at what he should do.

Raising his hands, Hondo decided he would deal with his defiant mate later. The intruder needed to be taken care of.

The kitchen door swung open as Hondo released the first fireball.

“Holy shit,” Kane yelped as he dodged the fireball. “Are you trying to turn me into crispy fried Kane?” Hondo banked the fires on his hands as he glared at the demon.

“You wouldn’t have to be worried about that if you weren’t sneaking around.” He looked behind him to see Chris staring at them with wide eyes. “What are you doing creeping around my crib?”

“Ran out of seasonings.” Kane held up the garlic powder. “Didn’t think you two would be back for a while.” Hondo pushed his way past Kane and walked into the kitchen, trying his best to calm down before addressing his mate. When was the little demon going to realize that he wasn’t a warrior and needed to let Hondo handle these situations?

He had promised not to yell at him in front of anyone. Chris was making it very hard when he didn’t do as he was told. What if it had been someone who wanted to do some harm? How could he fight the person and keep his mate out of harm’s way?

Hondo placed his hands on his hips and hung his head as Chris padded into the kitchen. Neither said anything as Chris pulled a chair to the counter and grabbed two glasses.

“Where’s Kane?”

“He left,” Chris said in a small voice, his eyes averting Hondo.

Why was it he couldn’t listen but Hondo felt like shit for getting mad about it? Hondo rubbed his hands down his face and walked out of the kitchen. He had explained already until he was blue in the face about the dangers involved in trying to apprehend someone without warrior strength for backup. But was Chris heeding his words, no.

He let Chris in on the action once, just once, and now he was paying for it.

“I’m going to head home now,” Chris said as he walked to the door, his head hung and his shoulders slumped.

Hondo let him walk out. He was too angry right now for words. If he spoke, he would probably regret the words later.

The door quietly closed behind the little demon, making Hondo feel as though his world just walked out with Chris.

He punched the exterior wall of the kitchen, plaster crumbling to the floor. There was no way he was going to chase behind his mate.

No way. Chris needed to learn where his place was, and it wasn’t running out to fight battles he couldn’t win.

Hondo’s head dropped back as he stared up at the ceiling, knowing damn well he was going to chase Chris down and apologize for…what? Making his mate sad?

“This is stupid,” he told the ceiling.

Hondo walked to his bedroom instead, deciding he would see Chris tomorrow and try to make things right between them. He sat on the edge of his bed, wondering if waiting was the right decision.

Why was mating so damned hard? They had a comfortable friendship together, never arguing or having hurt feelings until they had sex. Hondo was beginning to wonder if that had been the smartest move he’d made. Even though he found his mate, he was losing his best friend.

* * * *

Chris walked slowly back to his house, not in the mood to zip there. Taking his time walking helped him to clear his head. Once again he had fucked things up. He wondered if Hondo was regretting sleeping with him.

He would if roles were reversed.

It just seemed that every time Hondo had to face danger, Chris began to panic that Hondo would get hurt. He couldn’t help it.

“What’s with the long face?” Snooke asked as he crossed the street to join Chris. He wasn’t in the mood for Snooke and his evasion tactics tonight.

“Go away.”

Snooke grabbed Chris’s arm and stopped him from walking.

“Don’t you want to be friends anymore?” Chris took his anger at Hondo out on Snooke. “Why? So you can just disappear again? You still haven’t even told me who was chasing us that night. If you want to keep secrets, fine. But don’t get me killed in the process.” He felt like a true ass once the last word left his lips.

Snooke had done nothing to warrant Chris’s anger, yet he gave it to Snooke with no allowance.

“Feel better?” Snooke asked as a finely trimmed eyebrow raised high.

“Aren’t you going to get mad at me for yelling at you?” Chris asked in astonishment.

“I had it coming.” Snooke waved his hand in dismissal. “So what’s got you down?”

“I have a habit of not listening to Hondo when I should.” Chris cut around the corner to his street and walked to his house. It felt like a foreign creature now. His once welcoming home felt cold and sterile without Hondo. God, he hated arguing.

“It’ll blow over.” Snooke hopped up the steps, waiting at the door for Chris to unlock it.

“I hope so. I don’t like it very much when Hondo is mad at me.” And Hondo had to be really pissed right now to allow him to walk out of the door without a word. Chris wanted to run back and fall into his mate’s arms, begging profusely for forgiveness.

He’d give his big warrior time to cool off and then go grovel for his forgiveness. Hondo had kept to his word and didn’t yell at Chris.

He could see that his mate had wanted to. So Chris could be man enough to admit when he was wrong.

“He’s crazy for you. It’ll pass.” Snooke sounded so calm about it that Chris hoped he was right.

“Who was the person that chased us the other day?” Chris could see by the look on Snooke’s face that the guy had hoped Chris forgot about it.

“Someone I owed money to. Sorry you got involved.”

“I have a small savings. If you need—”

“No. I can handle my own shit. Thanks anyway.”

“Where do you live?” Chris asked. He knew he sounded nosey as hell. But friends should know these things about each other.

“Have you seen Kane?” Chris noticed the smooth subject change.

Snooke was hiding something. Should he pry? Was it something small or something that was going to get Chris involved again?

“You know you can come to me for anything,” Chris put out there.

Snooke didn’t take. “I think he’s hot. Has he said anything about me?”

Deciding one person mad at him filled his quota for the night, Chris dropped it. “I really haven’t talked to him. He came by Hondo’s tonight for spices. That’s about the extent of it.” Snooke flopped down in the chair in Chris’s living room. “Hint around, bring me up, and see what Kane says.” Yeah, that would work. Chris rolled his eyes. Kane was elusive when it came to pinning him down for a serious answer. Chris thought it was Kane’s way of defense. The warrior never spoke of anything serious.

“I’ll try,” Chris said as he sat on the edge of the couch, his fingers drawing circles on the arm. “So what do you do for a living?” Chris was surprised when Snooke looked ill at ease. It had been a simple enough question. Just what was his friend hiding?

* * * *

Hondo came out of the shadow into Chris’s bedroom. His mate was fast asleep. He groaned when he saw one butt cheek sticking out from under the sheet. As hard as he had tried, Hondo couldn’t stay away.

He walked over to his mate’s bed and studied his peaceful face. It was so relaxed now. Chris looked like the poster boy for innocence in his state of rest. That angelic face made it hard for him to stay mad at the little demon. “Chris.” Hondo knelt beside the bed, resting his arms on the mattress. “Babe, wake up.”

Chris scratched his balls as he turned over. Hondo grinned at the act. He’d gladly help if his mate would just wake up. “Chris.” He called his name once again.

Chris’s eyes fluttered and then locked onto Hondo’s. They stared at each other for a few minutes before Hondo reached forward and tapped the end of Chris’s nose. “Hey, beautiful.” He didn’t like the fact that Chris’s eyes looked so uncertain. The need to erase what happened earlier rode him hard. “Can we start over?”

Chris’s head nodded in short bursts, still not saying a word.

Hondo crawled into bed beside him.

“You’re naked,” Chris stated the obvious.

“I don’t need clothes coming from my bedroom to yours.” That was a big plus being a demon, being able to walk from one doorway to the next.

“I guess not.” Chris scooted over to allow room for Hondo. He pulled Chris tight to his chest, loving the way the warm body felt against his skin. “Snooke came by tonight.”

“Did he.” Hondo ran his hands down Chris’s back, cupping his mate’s ass as he smashed their cocks together.

“I don’t trust him.”

Hondo squeezed Chris’s ass, running his finger down the crease.

Chris threw a leg over Hondo’s hip, moaning as Hondo slid a finger in his ass. “I thought we decided he could be trusted.” Hondo fucked his ass with that large finger, making Chris pant with excitement.

Chris arched his back, reaching between them to rub both their cocks together. “I can’t seem to get a straight answer from him.”

“He’s a private man. No big deal.” Hondo turned, placing Chris gently under him. He could feel Chris’s thrill of arousal as his mate stared up at him, his eyes blazing with desire. Hondo’s body began to heat up at the pure lust burning in Chris’s eyes.

“Take me.” Chris pulled at Hondo’s shoulders, begging with his mouth as Hondo eased his body down, taking what Chris was offering. The kiss was sensual and heated as Hondo lined his cock up, allowing the natural lube to relax his mate’s tight ass.

“Anyway you want.” Hondo nipped Chris’s bottom lip and then kissed down his neck as his hands spanned over his mate’s silky smooth skin. “Anyway you want.”

Chris rolled to his hands and knees, jutting his ass out as he stared at Hondo from over his shoulder. “Is this good?” Hondo’s hand slapped the soft skin as he growled.

“Spanking me now?” Chris rolled his hips, his hole smiling up at Hondo.

“If you want me to,” Hondo growled as he slid his finger into Chris’s tight hole. His free hand came down again, leaving a big pink handprint on his mate’s ass. He couldn’t believe how beautiful the decoration looked. Hondo smoothed his hand over it, glancing up at his mate apprehensively. He was afraid he had been too rough.

Chris’s legs spread further apart, impaling his ass onto Hondo’s fingers. Hondo took that as a good sign. His mate didn’t object to a little spanking during sex. He couldn’t believe how much it was turning him on.

“Spank that ass,” Chris moaned.

Hondo let his hand fly as he lined his cock up. He could feel the pressure burning inside of him to be relieved. With a heavy thrust, he was buried deep as he grabbed Chris’s hair and pulled. His mate went wild, thrusting back onto Hondo’s cock like a demon possessed.

Who knew his mate had a wild side?

“Ride that dick, baby, ride that dick,” Hondo shouted as he grabbed Chris’s hips so hard, he knew his mate would have bruises.

Chris slammed back, his fingers digging into the bed as he matched Hondo thrust for thrust. “That’s it, baby. Work my cock.” Hondo took Chris roughly, and his mate seemed to love it. He abandoned himself to the whirlwind of sensation as electricity shot up his spine. “I’m about to come in your ass, baby.” Chris shouted out his release as his ass began to milk Hondo’s cock. Hondo held on for a few more strokes before he felt his body explode.

He fell to the side, taking Chris with him as he snuggled with his mate. Makeup sex was off the hook. Hondo would gladly settle their difference this way each and every time.

* * * *

Chris’s eyes came open. He yawned and stretched, realizing he was draped across Hondo’s chest.

“Hey, sexy.” Hondo ran a hand down his back as he stretched, his joints popping and snapping with the act. “Are you hungry?” He was famished after last night. There was one thing he needed first though. “Can I soak in the tub first?” His hole was screaming for a nice hot bath.

“Let me run it for you. Lay back and relax.” Hondo slid from under Chris and walked to the bathroom.

Chris watched his tightly muscled ass until his mate disappeared.

He rolled around the bed, feeling happy that he and Hondo weren’t fighting anymore. Chris got out of bed and followed Hondo.

“I would have come and gotten you when it was ready.” Chris hissed when hole met water. Things had gotten out of hand last night, but it was well worth it.

“Can I get you anything?” Hondo asked as he dipped the washcloth in the water and then lifted it up to let the water run down Chris’s body. He could see the guilt on Hondo’s face. That wouldn’t do. His mate had nothing to feel guilty about.

“I asked you to be rough, so don’t look so guilty,” Chris said as he laid back, enjoying the hot and soothing water. He thought of the way Hondo had become unglued and smiled to himself. He was no expert when it came to sex, but he knew when someone was turned on, and Hondo was turned the hell on.