“Or how about a trade?” Tyron murmured, allowing his hips to thrust up, showing Santos how much he liked his touch.

He felt pressure on his own cock and glanced down in surprise. A pale green tail curled between his thighs and rubbed the hard length of his erection through his jeans. Grinning, Santos allowed his black eyes to flash red before getting his lust back under control. “Mmmm, nice. What is it you want to trade?”

Tyron’s grin felt like a punch in the gut. It transformed his handsome face into a stunning work of art. “I can smell your desire, Santos. You want me. You got me. If you tell me about Leeching.”

Santos’s hand paused in its massage, and he felt his face pale. “That subject isn’t open for discussion.”

The grin never faded. Instead it seemed to ratchet up a notch. Tyron shrugged. “Then tell me what demons had to do with The Dispersal.”

“Fuck, you pick tough subjects, pet,” Santos muttered. But damn, did that tail feel good on his cock. What would the leathery skin feel like if it stroked him without the barrier of material? The thought almost had him coming in his jeans. He let out a painful grunt as he fought to control the tingle in his balls. Santos knew he couldn’t say anything about Leeching. The Demon Coalition, the ruling body of demons, would Leech him if Santos told anyone how to drain a demons powers. It was forbidden. And old and powerful though he may be, Santos was still subject to them. But The Dispersal…well, if he could get Tyron’s word that the information would never be used against a demon, then he could tell a little about it.

Santos let a wicked grin split his lips, his teeth lengthening slightly as his control over his human guise slipped due to the lust he felt for the man next to him. “We have an accord.” Lifting his hand from Tyron’s cock, his held it out.

Tyron took it quickly and gave it a squeeze. Santos felt the tingle of a binding agreement shiver up his arm. No getting out of this now, which meant Tyron was all his. Tyron released his hand, and before Santos could move, the lithe gargoyle straddled his hips. Santos growled low in his throat as the object of his lust rocked their cocks together.

“There is something you need to know before we consummate this agreement,” Tyron whispered.

“Time for talk is done,” Santos growled, caring only for the promise of sex with this man. He saw Tyron open his mouth to protest. Leaning forward, Santos closed the gap between them and sealed his lips over Tyron’s.