Page 24 of Demon's Mate
“I’ve got you.” Ash pressed his cock against Harper’s and clasped them together. “Like this?”
“Yes.” Harper thrust, their aligned cocks rubbing, slick with Harper’s spit and their combined precum.
He clutched Ash’s shoulders and rode him, fucking into Ash’s fist, letting out desperate little keening sounds. Ash growled and licked Harper’s exposed neck, cupping Harper’s ass like he owned it.
Licking turned to sucking as Ash’s lips moved up and down Harper’s neck. Teeth scraped Harper’s pulse point and his orgasm crashed through him. He shouted, digging his fingers into Ash’s shoulders, riding him through his pleasure.
Ash growled against Harper’s skin, grip tightening on their aligned cocks. “Fuck, Harper. Fuck.” Ash thrust and came, his release mixing with Harper’s all over Ash’s hand, their stomachs, and Harper’s underwear.
Fucking Hell, that was hot.
Ash panted, his breaths more ragged than before. He licked Harper’s neck, murmuring something under his breath.
Harper squirmed, his spent cock oversensitive. Ash released him, wrapping his hand solely around himself. Ash jerked his cock, giving himself a few brutal strokes before a second burst of cum erupted from him.
“Fuck,” Ash swore again, sounding even more wrecked.
“That was amazing,” Harper sighed, going boneless against him.
Ash buried his face in Harper’s neck and breathed in, still panting. Instead of being relaxed now that they’d both gotten off, Ash seemed even more keyed up.
“You good, Ash?”
“Yeah… Fuck.” Ash sounded strained. He shifted Harper off his lap and stood swiftly, only half turning back, his open shirt flapping. “Bathroom.” He readjusted his pants and walked down the hall.
Before Harper could tell him the bathroom was the other way, the front door opened and closed.
What the fuck?
Harper blinked at the empty room. He pushed his fake glasses up his nose. Had Ash seriously just left? Covered in cum and out of breath?
Harper’s overheated body cooled in a flash. He was a sticky mess, his underwear twisted around his balls and shorts hanging off one ankle. He still had his shoes and socks on.
He waited for Ash to come back, their combined cum drying slowly on his skin. Maybe Ash just needed a minute. Maybe he’d come back and explain.
Ash didn’t return.
Tears pricked the corners of Harper’s eyes, and he brushed them away roughly.
He shouldn’t care. This shouldn’t hurt. He’d had a hothookup. It was what he’d wanted. So what if the guy had literally run away after. It didn’t matter that it had taken him years to get to a place where he was comfortable with this again, andthiswas how he was treated.
But it did matter, dammit. Who called a guy flower and didn’t even wait to clean up or fix his clothes before leaving?
Harper had been discarded, and it wasn’t the first time. It was fucking embarrassing. He got up, gathered his clothes, and went to shower.
9
ASH
Ash slammedHarper’s front door and ran up the stairs, casting an illusion over himself as he went. He banged the service door to the roof open and stumbled outside. The night air did nothing to quell the fire within him.
His wings burst forth, tearing his already disheveled shirt. His fangs dropped and his horns shot from his hair, his tail straining against the restriction of his jeans. He tore the pants and the remainder of his shirt off, leaving himself bare.
Tail thrashing, Ash sucked in uneven breaths, his mouth watering at Harper’s lingering scent. Fuck, he was covered in cum. Ash grabbed his destroyed clothes and wiped himself clean, but it didn’t help.
Harper’s sweet scent set his blood boiling.
Claim. Claim. Claim.
