Free Binding Santos by Charlie Richards

Chapter One

    Santos stared across the room at Tyron. It'd been nearly two weeks since he'd seen the small gargoyle at a BBQ hosted by the Cuchulian clan's Huzza. He'd removed a rogue demoness who'd been after one of the clan-member's mates. He'd met Tyron there and had been unable to get the gargoyle out of his mind. The demon knew he'd walked by this coffee shop a million times, but had never been inside. This time, something drew his attention to the place. Santos ordered a large macchiato and wandered into the attached cyber cafe. That's when he spotted Tyron.
    Santos eased into a seat out of the gargoyle's direct line of sight, but he needn't have bothered. Tyron's focus remained on the laptop in front of him. Every once in a while he absently sipped the coffee beside him. Santos's gaze swept over the gargoyle's human form. His lean but muscular body relaxed in a chair, blond hair flopped over blue eyes focused on his laptop screen, and long, slender fingers slid over the keys.
    Santos bit back a grunt as a wave of jealousy hit him. He wanted those hands on him, not the damn computer. Irritation swept through him. The gargoyle looked so relaxed while tension filled the demon's body. One kiss. One fucking kiss and Santos couldn't stop thinking about Tyron. If he could get his dick in the smaller man's ass, he could get the gargoyle out of his system.
    Yeah. That's what I need. Santos just needed to fuck Tyron and get it over with. No one had ever truly interested him for more than a couple rounds. The gargoyle would be no different.
    Rising from his seat, Santos sauntered toward Tyron. A glance at the monitor as he rounded the table told Santos that the gargoyle researched demons. Well, well, not so unaffected as he appears. Good.
    Uninvited, Santos eased into the chair closest to Tyron and rested his hand on the man's thigh. "You know, all you need to do is ask, and I'd be happy to tell you anything you want about demons," Santos purred, leaning toward Tyron.
    The fact that the gargoyle didn't even flinch when Santos touched him told the demon much. Like Tyron had been aware he approached. And he didn't mind expressing his sexual interest for another male in such a public place.
    "Yes, but how do I know you'd answer truthfully, Santos," Tyron responded. After taking off his glasses, the gargoyle shifted his gaze to the demon. His blue eyes bore into his own. "Demons aren't known for their honesty."
    Tyron's soft voice swept over Santos's senses like a caress, and his cock went from semi erect to painfully hard in three seconds. "Then perhaps we shouldn't bother talking at all," he replied silkily. Santos slid his hand up Tyron's thigh, rubbing over the man's cargo shorts covered leg, and squeezed the gargoyle's shaft. It hardened beneath his fingers. Tyron sucked in a breath as he spread his legs wider and leaned back.
    "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