Devouring Flame by E. J. Russell

Author:E. J. Russell [Russell, E. J.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: gay romance
ISBN: 978-1-64080-873-7
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Published: 2019-01-08T05:00:00+00:00

SMITH lay on his back, chest heaving, Hashim’s hand pressed to his chest. He’d never felt so… so replete, as if he’d never need to eat again. He glanced at Hashim, who lay on his side facing Smith, eyes closed, his sooty eyelashes fanned against his cheek. So beautiful.

He rolled over so they were face-to-face, noting that despite the flames that had tickled the ceiling when Hashim had come the second time (with Smith’s dick in his ass), the bed was still pristine. Damn. This fireproofing is some good shit.

He pressed a soft kiss to Hashim’s forehead, and Hashim’s eyes fluttered open. He smiled, soft and sweet. “Hello.”

“Hi.” Smith twined a strand of Hashim’s hair around his finger. “Your hair is red again.”

Hashim shrugged. “It changes color when I channel fire.”

“I saw a couple of little highlights, but not much more during your fire-eating act? Which, by the way, is extremely hot.” Smith kissed him with a hint of tongue. “In more than one way.”

Hashim chuckled. “Normally, I don’t have enough… er… firepower available to me.” He lifted their joined hands so the jeweled cuff was between them. “The cuff spell ratchets it down to just enough for the show.”

“Or to singe a shish kebab.”

Hashim shrugged. “Well, you know. The kebab skewer is first cousin to the fire-eating torch.”

Smith glanced down at their nakedness. “Is incinerating clothing also within that scope.” He cocked an eyebrow, shooting a glance at the ceiling, which displayed more than a few scorch marks. “Or barbecuing your quarters?”

Hashim kissed the back of Smith’s hand. “That’s thanks to you. I suspect without the cuffs, we might have set the building aflame. You feed my inner fire.”

“That’s weird, because I feel like you fed me.”

“Well—” Hashim grinned. “You did swallow.”

Smith laughed and grabbed him, rolling them over so Hashim lay beneath him again. “So did you. On both ends as I recall.”

Hashim sobered. “That is why we are perfect together. We are—what is the word? Symbiotic.”

“Symbiosis isn’t anything I’ve ever heard applied to demons, either my kind or yours.”

“I suppose we are special, then, Smith.” His lips quirked. “Smith. A very short name for a very”—he ran a finger with a hint of claw along Smith’s semihard dick—“long man.”

Giving Hashim some serious stink-eye, Smith toyed with a lock of red hair, which was already fading to black. “You more than anyone know how demons guard our real names. We use labels, descriptions, to keep them secret. But unlike conjured ifrits, apparently, we know what they are. When I was spawned, it was still the age of iron. Blacksmithing was a perfectly acceptable trade for a fire demon, even a defective one. So I took my occupation as my name. It got shortened once I started to work with silicon more than steel.”

Hashim’s forehead bunched in a frown, his hands gripping Smith’s hips. “You’re not defective. You were merely waiting for someone to complement your abilities.”

“Like you?”

He smiled tenderly. “Exactly like me.” He kissed the hollow of Smith’s

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