Seven Devils and a Rose

When he woke, Lord Felix Worthington cursed loudly under his breath. To be sure, he wasn't in the best of moods this morning, and it was all due to the unsavory incident he had encountered at Butterflies Paradise.

Lying there utterly naked in his luxurious king-size bed and with only a thin silk sheet haphazardly covering his muscular body, he rested his forearm over his closed eyes, once again remembering the sight of Alfie coming down the stairs with Caleb and Brenna.

"Fuck!" he swore under his breath.

He still couldn't get the picture of Alfie's flushed cheeks, bright eyes, and swollen, red, after-kissed lips out of his mind.

If only Ethan hadn't been sexually frustrated yesterday and gone on to complain about not having a woman in his arms for months on end. If only Victor hadn't suggested they go to Butterflies Paradise to ease Ethan's carnal craving. If only Geoffrey hadn't decided that they should accompany those two lords for a change in pace, then Caleb wouldn't have grouchily walked out on them because he disliked that sort of environment and coincidentally happened to meet Alfie and Brenna.

Felix knew for a fact that Caleb had met Alfie first, per Brenna's explanation, and the two undoubtedly had spent at least two hours or so together.

Felix also knew in his gut that Caleb had kissed and sucked Alfie's pure qi last night, amongst other things, such as talking and getting to know Alfie like the two were on a bloody date. This made Felix more than a little envious. After all, he hadn't had a taste of the little mite nor spent time getting to know Alfie on a deeper level since they had returned from the field, which he had been looking forward to. Now Caleb had cunningly gotten a step ahead of him, which riled Felix.

Despite that Alfie was a human boy, Felix admitted that he fell for the youth when they had first met in the woods. And when Alfie had made that bold move, nipping at his unguarded lower lip because the youth wanted to show them that he wasn't intimidated… Well, Felix had felt sparks and a burst of delight course through his being. He had been shocked and then pleasantly surprised that a delicate human boy like Alfie had the nerve to retaliate and attack him, a demon lord who had the power to destroy a whole city, along with its citizens, with a flick of his dark qi.

Felix had found that he couldn't help himself and had to taste those ever-so-tempting, sweet lips against his while enjoying his moment at sucking the delicious pure qi at the same time. If Caleb hadn't snapped at him to stop, Felix knew he could have lost it and possibly stripped Alfie naked. And eaten the youth up, figuratively speaking.

"Shit!" he said darkly, feeling his body tense at the thought of Alfie's soft lips against his.

Thinking of Alfie made him even more sexually frustrated than usual this morning. Unfortunately, being one of the most powerful demon lords, he couldn't simply walk into one of the establishments along the red-light district, request a woman, and fuck her hard out until the beast within him was satisfied. If he did that, the woman he bedded would die a disastrous death because she wouldn't be able to handle the release of his dark power when he was making love, which was why he rarely, if ever, got to truly quench his carnal desires. Of course, he wasn't the only one with such a sexual deprivation problem. Thank God! But since his was the strongest, with his demon body cultivating the highest level of dark qi, followed by Caleb and Geoffrey respectively, his experience of sexual frustration felt like hell.

Fuck! He sincerely hoped that he wasn't going to lose his mind and go berserk again. The outcome would be catastrophic for sure. If he remembered correctly, the last time he couldn't control himself had been over two hundred years ago, when he, along with the other six demon lords, felt this unnatural phenomenon of pure qi—which they had yet to figure out how or why—and went quite mad.

Geoffrey and Noah had been able to calm themselves down, and they in turn had managed to ease the psychosis of Aaron, Ethan, Victor, and Caleb, in that order, via magic healing. But not so for Felix, and he had gone into a wild frenzy, destroying everything that was in his path, creating destruction everywhere. If Caleb and Geoffrey hadn't been able to subdue him and chain and lock him up in the underground chamber with a high-level magic shield—where they used to incarcerate high-level disaster beasts—then half of the Acaedien city and its citizens would have been wiped out for sure.

Felix finally pulled the silk sheet away from his body and got off the bed. Muscles tensed and bulging with sexual tension, the demon lord headed toward the en-suite bathing chamber. After brushing his teeth, he went into the shower. There, he finally turned his attention to his painfully thick, very aroused organ.

He sighed, looking at his hard cock, which was demanding a release. He wrapped his hand around it, and a soft groan escaped his lips. The thing felt hot in his hand. He started rubbing, slowly at first and then faster.

As he was doing so and the sprinkling of the water showered on him, Felix imagined Alfie with him. In his mind's eye, he started stripping the youth. First, off came the jacket, followed by the blouse and then pants. And then…

Then…

"Shit!" Felix swore under his breath.

Nothing!

He couldn't see anything. What the fuck was wrong with him? Why couldn't he picture what Alfie would look like naked? He wanted to imagine himself kissing, licking, and teasing Alfie's pale, soft skin. But why the hell couldn't he see in his mind's eye what Alfie would look like naked?

Is it just as Noah said, then? Did Alfie have a sort of illusion protection spell on so that even Felix—this sexually deprived bastard with a vivid sexual imagination—couldn't picture his naked body and use the youth as his masturbating visualization?