Demon Warriors 1: Hondo (7 page)

Kane shrugged as he leaned forward, bringing the chair back down on all four legs. “What? I said it nicely.” He smiled innocently at Chris.

“That’s enough.” Chris wiggled his index finger at Kane. Hondo wanted to tell Kane to stop. He hated that Chris was becoming so upset. But he wanted answers, too.

“Okay, who are you, and why do you want Chris?”

“Behave, or I’m calling Panahasi.” Chris growled.

“You know him?” Snooke looked wide-eyed at Chris.

There he goes again.
Hondo was going to prove one way or another that Snooke had less than friendly motives coming here.

“That’s what I’m talking about.” Hondo slammed the palms of his hands on the table, glaring menacingly at the wide-eyed fucker.

“What?” Chris asked.

“That shit right there. Why are you all up in our business?” Kane slammed his hands down, parroting Hondo’s moves. “Yeah, talk, demon.”

Snooke once again began to squirm around in his seat, glancing up once or twice at Kane. “I’m just in awe being around you guys.” If Hondo didn’t know Snooke was full of shit, he would have believed the act. It pissed him off that he was complimenting them as a means to gain Chris’s trust. “That line worked with Chris, but I don’t trust you.”

Kane sat back laughing. “I’m just teasing you, Snooke.” Hondo growled at Kane. He should have known Kane would think with his dick and not with his brain. The warrior was using those smoldering eyes on Snooke. Traitor. “I’m not.”

“Chill, bro, he’s harmless.” Kane pointed at Snooke as he smiled at Hondo.

Hondo sat there pissed once again. How could Snooke fool not only Chris, but Kane as well? Oh, he was good, but not good enough to fool
everyone
in the room.

He grabbed his plate and stood. “I’m not hungry anymore.”

“Then can you bring the dessert in?” Chris called as Hondo stalked out of the room.

Dessert?

Fine, he’d bring dessert. Hondo scraped his plate into the garbage disposal and then rinsed it, setting his dinnerware in the dishwasher.

He grabbed the cookie sheet from the counter and walked across the room.

If Chris wanted him to serve dessert, then that was what he was going to do. Hondo walked casually back into the dining room, setting the cookie sheet in front of Snooke.

“Hondo.” Chris tilted his head and looked at the space in front of Snooke. “Aren’t those the cookies you threw out earlier?”

“Oh hell, man,” Snooke jumped up, his seat hitting the floor.

“That’s some funky ass shit to pull on me. Giving me burnt cookies from the trash. I’m outta here.” He tossed his napkin on the table and left.

“Way to go, Hondo. You just couldn’t behave for one evening of dinner, could you?”

“But I don’t trust him.” Hondo defended his actions.

“Don’t you get it? It wasn’t about if you trusted Snooke or not. It was about doing something for me. I asked you to show some courtesy, and you couldn’t even give me that!” Chris zipped out of the room, his face pulled back in anger.

“Damn, sucks to be you,” Kane said as he grabbed Chris’s plate and began to eat.

“Yeah, it does.” Hondo sat down in the chair Snooke vacated and stared at the door Chris had just run out of. “And I have a feeling that if I don’t make up with Snooke, Chris won’t forgive me.”

“If your mating is anything to go by, I think I’ll become celibate,” Kane said as he shoved a forkful of stir-fry into his mouth.

How had waking up this morning turned from wonderful to a day from hell? He couldn’t figure out how he managed to find his mate and lose him all in a twelve-hour period.

Guess it was time to pucker his lips up and start kissing some serious ass, staring with Chris’s.

Chris paced back and forth in his bedroom. He’d never seen Hondo act this way before, and he didn’t like it one bit. Chris sat on his bed, wondering what he was going to do.

“Chris?” Hondo tapped his knuckles on the door as he entered.

Standing, Chris straightened his shoulders and cleared his throat.

“I’m very angry with you right now.” Dipping his head slightly, Hondo spoke. “Everything in me is screaming not to trust him. I wasn’t out to embarrass you. I swear.” Chris flopped down on the bed once again with an irritated sigh.

“You never acted this way before. In the past two days, you’ve managed to make me feel two feet tall. If you continue to behave this way, this mating isn’t going to last between us.” It broke Chris’s heart to say those words, but Hondo needed to realize how serious Chris felt about this.

Hondo dropped down beside Chris, facing him. “Give me one more chance. I promise not to fuck it up.” Chris glanced up at him. He could see the sincerity in Hondo’s ox-blood red eyes. He growled to himself when he felt his defenses crumbling. Why couldn’t he stay mad at the lug-head? “One more chance, Hondo, I mean it.”

The smile in Hondo’s eyes contained a sensual flame. Chris knew what was about to happen, and his mood became suddenly buoyant, his heart singing in delight.

Hondo’s hand loosely wrapped around Chris’s neck, angling his head up for a kiss that made Chris’s pulse beat in his ears. Hondo’s mouth covered Chris’s hungrily, ravaging it with his tongue.

Chris whimpered, pulling Hondo roughly, almost violently, to him. He crawled over Hondo’s lap as he sucked Hondo’s tongue deeply into his mouth. Hondo slowly lowered down to the bed, Chris lay across his chest. He ground his painfully full erection into Hondo’s stomach as he bit Hondo’s bottom lip.

At last, reluctantly, they parted. Chris buried his hands in Hondo’s raven-black hair, staring down at his mate.

“I think I’ve created a lust monster.” The side of Hondo’s mouth pulled back in a grin.

“Get naked.” Chris tore at Hondo’s clothes with super speed, desperate to get at skin. He could feel Hondo’s skin heating up, and this excited Chris. He never knew sex would be this way, but was glad he’d saved himself. It was just ironic that he lost his virginity to his mate.

“Careful, Chris, my cock is attached.” Hondo grabbed Chris’s wrists and pulled them away. “Slow down, speedster.” Hondo chuckled as he lifted his hips, shoving his jeans down and off.

“I can’t help it, Hondo. I want you to fuck me, hard, fast, and now.” Chris shoved off of Hondo and kicked his pants off, tearing his shirt over his head and jumping back onto that muscular and tempting body.

“My horny little bugger.” Hondo rolled Chris over to his back.

“Get on your hands and knees.” Hondo leaned back as Chris turned to his stomach, and then got onto all fours. Chris moaned and stuck his ass out, Hondo’s hands running up and down his crease. He could feel Hondo tapping his cock at Chris’s hole, and then his tight muscles began to relax.

Hondo’s hand grazed his hanging sac, rolling Chris’s orbs around in his large hand. Chris’s head dropped down. Hondo’s touch was light and painfully teasing.

Chris could feel the head of Hondo’s cock playfully pressing at his anus and then pulling back. “Stop teasing me,” he whined.

“I can’t just take you. Patience. Let the natural lube penetrate you.”

Good god. That was the sexiest thing ever. Chris had a feeling Hondo could be talking about the proper way to clean an oven and it would still sound sexy as hell.

“But I need,” Chris breathlessly begged.

When the tip of Hondo’s cock stabbed at his ass this time, it popped past the ring of muscle. Oh glorious morning, just what he’d been waiting for. “Fuck me with that fat cock of yours.” Chris yelped when Hondo’s hand landed on his ass. “Potty mouth.”

“And you
like
it.”

“Damn straight I do.” Hondo gave one good thrust and was buried balls deep inside of Chris.

“Motherfucker, fucker mother. Fuck me now, now fuck me,” Chris shouted at the top of his lungs.

Hondo growled and drove deep into Chris’s ass. Chris’s legs began to shake from the sheer power Hondo was using. His mate wasn’t a small demon like him. Hondo was ripped with muscles that popped and flexed with even the most miniscule of moves. Chris loved how Hondo looked.

“Is that what you want, baby?” Hondo growled as he plowed into Chris.

“Yes, yes, yes,” Chris chanted, feeling Hondo’s cock all the way to his toes. His feet began to kick in hyper speed, panting and whining as Hondo fucked him.

Chris couldn’t take it. He just couldn’t take the slow pace anymore. With a burst of speed, he fucked Hondo’s cock, feeling a buildup of static electricity zapping and buzzing through his body.

Hondo reached forward and pulled at Chris’s hair. “Slow the hell down before I get friction burn.” He swatted Chris’s ass.

Chris dropped to his shoulders and whimpered, feeling the buildup take over and consume him. “Hondo, do something, please.” 

Hondo pulled out of Chris and then flipped him over, driving his shaft right back in. “Give me your hands.” Chris reached up, wrapping his fingers around Hondo’s hands.

“A little trick I picked up.” Hondo rammed into Chris as his eyes blazed. Chris felt like the top of his pressure cooker was removed, making him explode as he sang out, his voice echoing throughout his bedroom.

“That’s right, baby. Come for Hondo.” Hondo thrust a few more times before squeezing Chris’s hands and roaring his release. Chris could feel Hondo’s seed, hot as hell, as it bathed his sheath.

Hondo’s sweat-soaked face lowered to look at Chris, a look of amazement in his eyes. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Tell you what?” Chris panted as his chest expanded and contracted at a fast pace.

“How good it would feel to make love to you.” Hondo grinned and then fell to his arms, laying small kisses all over Chris’s face and neck. He sucked at Chris’s Adam’s apple, pulling his softening cock free.

Chris started to laugh when Hondo’s lips began to tickle his skin.

“Okay, I give.” He giggled.

Hondo rolled to his side, pulling Chris until he was draped over his mate’s chest. Chris rubbed his face over the sweat glistening on Hondo, wanting to bathe in Hondo’s scent.

Chris closed his eyes in contentment when Hondo began to rub his hand over Chris’s back in small, lazy circles.

With sex like that, he’d forgive Hondo anything.

* * * *

Hondo growled when Snooke showed up the next day to take Chris to the movies. Kane had made a point that Hondo couldn’t alienate Chris and that his mate would resent him if he began to dictate who he could hang around.

But Snooke?
Come on now, have better taste in friends than that.

The demon hadn’t technically done anything wrong. He just rubbed Hondo the wrong way. And he still didn’t trust the fucker.

Snooke took a seat on the couch, glancing at Hondo and giving him a tight smile as they waited for Chris to get ready.

“What movie are you going to see?” Hondo growled.

Snooke jumped at Hondo’s voice and then cleared his throat. “
My
Zombie Boyfriend
.”

“So you’re taking my mate to go see a romantic movie?” Hondo’s voice was venomous.

“No. It’s a horror,” Snooke corrected him.

“You’re awfully flippant.” Hondo tapped his thumb on his thigh as he glared at Snooke from the red cushioned chair he was seated in.

“I am not,” Snooke squeaked. “I just said it was a horror movie.” Hondo’s finger pointed at Snooke as it twirled around. “It’s the tone you used when you said it.”

“Leave him alone, Hondo,” Chris warned as he came down the steps.

Hondo got up from the chair, making a
V
with his fingers and pointing from his eyes to Snooke, warning the fucker that he would be watching him as he walked to the kitchen.

“I’ll be back as soon as the movie is over.” Chris pulled at Hondo on his tiptoes for a kiss.

There was no way he was going to let Chris give him a peck on the lips if his mate was going to the movies with a
friend
. Hondo pulled Chris up into his arms and kissed with so much passion, he was sure he’d left Chris’s lips burning with fire.

“Wow,” Chris said breathlessly when the kiss was broken.

“Maybe I should stay home.”

Hondo couldn’t allow him to do that. If Chris canceled his plans, he may think Hondo tricked him into doing so. “Go on, babe. Have fun.”

There, he could do it.

“What do you have?” Hondo stared at the door Chris just walked out of.

“Panahasi thinks he knows what they were after,” Kane said as he and Takeo came through the back door.

“Then let’s go check out Serenity Savings.” Hondo locked Chris’s back door as he followed the other two warriors to the backyard.

“Are you really going to let your mate go out on a date?” Takeo asked.

“It’s not a date. Not the way you’re thinking,” Hondo groused.

“Stick to the subject, and leave my personal life out of this.”

“Yeah.” Kane chuckled. “’Cause Hondo is screwing it up enough without anyone’s help.”

Hondo moved ahead, his jaw clenched. “What does Panahasi think?” Hondo waited for the other two to catch up.

“He thinks they were after something from the valuable vault,” Kane said as they walked into the dark shadow of Chris’s backyard, emerging into the backroom of Serenity Savings.

“I told Panahasi that I would call if I needed help,” Falcon snapped as the three warriors walked into his office.

Falcon Harrington sat behind his desk, his indigo-blue eyes locked on Takeo’s. Hondo knew that out of all the warriors, Takeo was feared the most. His stealth moves and lethal aura made most tremble in fear. But creatures like Falcon, a griffin shifter, they just watched him cautiously.

“We have a message.” Takeo stood rigid, his face stoic. “If you do not let us look around, Panahasi himself will come to you, and we all know you do not want that.”

Falcon never lowered his eyes, never showed a sign of weakness.

“By all means, look around.” He gave a slight nod toward his office door.

“Thanks, Falcon.” Kane grinned and walked out.

Hondo chuckled as he followed. Was Kane ever in a bad mood?

The three combed the bank until they came to the valuable vault, a room that held the sacred articles of Serenity City.