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Calista Jinx
Chains That Brace
Chains That Brace
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When Theo sacrificed his soul to save Damien's, he wasn't thinking about the consequences. All he cared about was whether Damien would live to see the next morning.
Now Damien's a demon, Theo's his thrall, and the Triad is no more. Worst of all, Damien's hardly speaking to Theo. Even with their shared bond, Theo has never felt more distant.
It takes the interference of Damien's old boss to throw them back together. But even as much as Theo wants Damien, he knows a simple roll in the hay won't solve all their problems...
Don't miss this 8800-word conclusion to the Sin & Virtue series! All your usual C. Jinx favorites - oral, anal, restraint, and an achingly emotional climax.
Excerpt: His mouth was all smooth fever pitch, hungry but yielding, like he wanted to give me something. A strange whiskey flare moved from his tongue to the roof of my mouth, and I gulped in surprise. Damien held my head steady as he brushed his lips to the side of my mouth. The stubble on his cheek made me twitch, just a touch, but I couldn’t help liking it. It made him seem so real. As if him pulling me close so that my head rested on his shoulder wasn’t real enough.
The heat that had started with his kiss tingled out to the fringes of my body. Recently familiar whorls of power carried it across the frame of my arms and torso. All the strange patterns Damien had painted on when he bound my soul to his power. I shivered in his embrace. He brushed his lips against the side of my neck, just below my ear, and I uttered a low, hopeful sound.
Sex probably wasn’t going to answer any of our problems. It wasn’t going to make demons stop barging in through Damien’s door. It wasn’t going to make Raim leave us alone. It wasn’t going to make my Triad talk to me. It wouldn’t make us a Triad again either – probably. I’d seen sex do a lot of weird things in the past month, but none of them had been for the greater good. Point being, sex was unlikely to give us any useful ideas, or clues, or suggestions, or anything, but I really fucking wanted it, right here, right now, with him. I wanted Damien. I wanted him to hold me down and make me raw and fuck up into me until I couldn’t fucking breathe.
Now Damien's a demon, Theo's his thrall, and the Triad is no more. Worst of all, Damien's hardly speaking to Theo. Even with their shared bond, Theo has never felt more distant.
It takes the interference of Damien's old boss to throw them back together. But even as much as Theo wants Damien, he knows a simple roll in the hay won't solve all their problems...
Don't miss this 8800-word conclusion to the Sin & Virtue series! All your usual C. Jinx favorites - oral, anal, restraint, and an achingly emotional climax.
Excerpt: His mouth was all smooth fever pitch, hungry but yielding, like he wanted to give me something. A strange whiskey flare moved from his tongue to the roof of my mouth, and I gulped in surprise. Damien held my head steady as he brushed his lips to the side of my mouth. The stubble on his cheek made me twitch, just a touch, but I couldn’t help liking it. It made him seem so real. As if him pulling me close so that my head rested on his shoulder wasn’t real enough.
The heat that had started with his kiss tingled out to the fringes of my body. Recently familiar whorls of power carried it across the frame of my arms and torso. All the strange patterns Damien had painted on when he bound my soul to his power. I shivered in his embrace. He brushed his lips against the side of my neck, just below my ear, and I uttered a low, hopeful sound.
Sex probably wasn’t going to answer any of our problems. It wasn’t going to make demons stop barging in through Damien’s door. It wasn’t going to make Raim leave us alone. It wasn’t going to make my Triad talk to me. It wouldn’t make us a Triad again either – probably. I’d seen sex do a lot of weird things in the past month, but none of them had been for the greater good. Point being, sex was unlikely to give us any useful ideas, or clues, or suggestions, or anything, but I really fucking wanted it, right here, right now, with him. I wanted Damien. I wanted him to hold me down and make me raw and fuck up into me until I couldn’t fucking breathe.
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