Demon Begging

Chapter 17

Such is the nature of evil. Out there in the vast ignorance of the world it festers and spreads. A

shadow that grows in the dark. A sleepless malice as black as the oncoming wall of night. So it

ever was. So will it always be.

*NARRATOR'S POV*

Liam and Niall were dismounting their shields from the wall, just as Louis had to take home and

store there. Alfred had just finished the second coat of fine polish on the glass casing that protected

the legendary sword of their very first commanding general.

Harry had succeeded in catching Louis - there were never any doubts about his wonderful

capabilities - after just three minutes of a lead start.

Now, they were hiding in the room that Louis utilized to study before. The larger of the two had

sloppily cleaned the most suitable table before hoisting Louis onto it. Nobody judged them for the

ever-present need to be touching, loving because the result of a fresh bond was such.

"Shh." Louis giggled when Harry tore his own shirt in the desperate hurry he was in.

"Funny." Harry growled, aptly unzipping Louis' suit to reveal the intoxicating state of his skin.

The demon slips his hands under Louis' bum and jerks him forward, wrapping the Omega's legs

around his waist as he kissed along the veins in his neck. Louis closed his eyes and got lost in the

sweet feeling of Harry's plump lips on his pulse point, fisting his curls and controlling his own

sounds.

"If someone finds us, I'm going to kill you." Louis falls back onto the table after Harry pries the

skin-tight suit off him, worshiping the exposed skin as he went.

Harry chuckles against Louis' tummy. "Then let me reassure you."

Louis sits up on a propped elbow to look at what Harry was doing. The demon looked at the

closed but unbolted door, before lifting his hand and shooting a flame out at the handle.

"It won't burn anything, just keep it hot enough that nobody can touch." Harry promises, forcing

Louis' legs apart and succumbing to the animalistic urge to undo his jeans.

"Quite the artist, aren't you?" Louis laughs, filling Harry's ears with that magical sound and

driving his restraint off a reef.

"You mated me."

Before Louis' smart remark could fire back, Harry sinks into him without prep and effectively

shutting down both their higher functions.

"Wish I could taste you properly." Harry bottoms out, nudging against Louis' prostrate and

pinning his wrists to the table. "But we don't seem to have enough time."

Louis can only moan in a high pitch and lose the air in his lungs to Harry's grinding movements,

not even retracting a little. He throws his head back and feels the composure get punched out of

him, his body now crying to be united with Harry's.