Free Demon Warriors 4: Takeo by Lynn Hagen

of that. He cocked his arm back and then let it fly, hitting Gammy so hard that the demon crumpled to the ground, unconscious.
    Takeo reached down to pick Gammy’s limp body up when Wayland stepped in the way. “Enough, bro. Think about Kamiko.
    What’s he going to do if you’re locked up in the detention cells for killing an unconscious man?” Wayland asked. “He isn’t the one you’re after.”
    Takeo ran his hands over his head as he backed away and then began to pace in frustration. If they found the Malone brothers, so much could be stopped.
    “I’ll call two warriors to help you take him back to the detention cells.” Takeo lowered his voice into a bitter and defeated tone. “I can’t go.”
    “Tell me you’re not going to try and find Constantine on your own.” It wasn’t a question, but a statement coming from his friend.
    Takeo didn’t answer him as he walked to a shadow and then into his apartment.
    After calling Kane and Phoenyx to assist Wayland, Takeo made his way into his bedroom where Kamiko lay asleep. The angry red marks had finally faded into small, light pink lines on his beautiful skin. His mate had healed, externally.
    He wondered if the innocence in Kamiko would be gone now.
    That was one of the things he loved about the small man. Even after his horrific deal with the kidnappers to bring him to America and use him, the man’s spirit was strong and pure.
    “If you keep staring at me like that, I’m going to think you want me,” Kamiko said with his eyes still closed.
    A smile tugged at Takeo’s lips. Never in a million years would Takeo have guessed his shy friend to be such a horndog. Kamiko just kept amazing him. “I’ll always want you, Kamiko.” He nearly swallowed his tongue when Kamiko threw back the blanket to reveal naked, creamy flesh. Fuck if that wasn’t a wondrous sight. “How do you feel?”
    “Like having your cock shoved deeply into my ass,” Kamiko answered as a smile played at his lips, his eyes still closed. Takeo growled at his mate’s naughty words. Who would have guessed that such language coming from Kamiko would turn him on so much?
    Takeo’s cock stretched in his pants as his eyes roved over his mate’s body. The faint lash marks didn’t detract from his beauty one ounce as Kamiko rolled to his belly and spread his legs, resting his head on his tucked arms.
    That was an invitation in the most blatant form of arousal. His eyes took in the small flare of his mate’s milky mounds as he lay there with his balls centered between his legs. It was the sexiest sight he’d seen in ages. When Takeo made no move toward Kamiko, the small man slid from the bed and knelt before him.
    Takeo wasn’t sure what his mate was doing, but seeing his coal-black eyes stare up at him made Takeo feel godlike. His mate’s fingers trembled as he reached up and unsnapped Takeo’s pants, peeling the zipper back and exposing the head of Takeo’s cock. Clear liquid glistened, pearls of pre-cum sitting on the eye of his cock.
    Kamiko stretched up from his knees and swiped his tongue across the head, eliciting a loud groan from Takeo. He’d never had anyone kneel before him. It was such an erotic sight. Kamiko’s eyes slowly closed as his lips parted, taking the head of Takeo’s cock between them.
    His legs shook as Kamiko’s tongue worked its magic. Takeo fisted his hands, stopping his body from jerking forward and forcing his entire cock into Kamiko’s mouth. Light ripples washed through him as Kamiko’s warm hands worked his pants down to his ankles and then skimmed his fingers up and down Takeo’s thighs.
    “Little flower,” Takeo groaned as his thigh muscles grew rigid.
    He was fighting with everything in him not to move. His body ached to sink into his mate, but he stood there allowing Kamiko his time.
    And hell if it didn’t feel fucking fantastic, too.
    His knees almost knocked together when one of Kamiko’s wet fingers slid into his ass. If Takeo didn’t