Flynn is a Sensual Demon who feeds on the erotic desires of others. In Las Vegas, there’s a lot of naughtiness to be found. Yet, with his appetite easily fulfilled, Flynn finds himself hungering for the touch of his forbidden lover. After all, it’s Christmas, and it’s been far too long since he last crossed paths with Samuel.
What he doesn’t know is that the feeling is mutual. As an angel, Samuel’s existence is jeopardized with every trip he makes to Vegas. Angels aren’t allowed within the city limits. But he can’t stay away from Flynn any longer. He needs that little taste of darkness.
Little does Flynn know Samuel has a kinky scavenger hunt in store for him.
It smelled like Samuel. Flynn’s heart raced. With a finger he pried up the flap. Inside he found a white card with gold embossed wings. In the same handwriting as the front was an address and a time. Flynn smiled.
It was about freakin’ time the two of them got together for a little playtime.
He could already feel the trace of fingers on his skin.
He didn’t even bother with getting dressed, his pants still undone, he wouldn’t be wearing them too long if things went the right way. Had he been human he would have had the trouble of Las Vegas traffic, but he didn’t need to give the inconvenience a second thought. Sometimes being a demon had its privileges. Flynn made sure he was presentable, as in delectable from his bare feet to the curved horns on his head. Then he snapped his fingers popping up instantly outside the listed address. The remains of what used to be a house stood in the middle of the dark desert. A million stars twinkled overhead. At his sudden arrival the night critters gave up their nightly song, not that he cared. All of his attention was on the ramshackle building. Judging by the size it may at one time have been the home of an eccentric rich person or, knowing Vegas, a brothel along the outskirts of town, one last taste of skin before hitting the long stretches of faded blacktop.
The air, downright cold to mortals, was pleasantly cool against his warm skin as he started toward the dwelling. He could still feel the lingering heat of the sun in the sand under his bare feet. Drawing closer to the mansion he wondered why his lover would pick such an out of the way place, not something more lush and befitting of an angel. For a moment he wondered if perhaps Samuel thought sleeping with him meant the angel was slumming, but all it took was a memory of the way Samuel touched him to reassure Flynn that was not the case. The things Samuel did had reason.
And as if to prove that point a white envelope was taped to the front door, a cooler resting on the steps. Flynn arched an eyebrow. He pulled the envelope free and retrieved the message inside. The same handwriting, the same scent. With eyes closed Flynn inhaled deeply savoring the aroma of feathers and sunshine and something he could only think to describe as purity, though it was a bit more tainted than last time by his touch. He couldn’t wait to be completely enveloped by the aroma, to have it overwhelm his scenes. Flynn read the note.
I have been away far too long and regret it. No amount of apologizing fees like it will be sufficient enough to make things up to you, Flynn. And so I want to play a game with my little morsel of darkness. Don’t go being a spoil sport. Trust me; it’ll be worth the effort. So pick up the cooler and step inside.