Page 59 of Demon's Mate
“Not yet,” Ash rumbled, stroking Harper’s cheek. “I need to get you ready for my cock, sweet. I won’t rush this.”
Ash read him like a book. It was almost as if he had a sixth sense for what Harper needed.
“I liked your tail,” Harper murmured, reaching for it.
In this position, Harper could cup Ash’s ass. He let one hand rest on the tight muscle as his other encircled the thick base of Ash’s tail, skin so soft he couldn’t help stroking.
“Fuck,” Ash grunted, his feathers ruffling. “Careful, flower. You’ll make me come.”
Harper squeezed, mesmerized by the pleasure twisting Ash’s face, his mouth open, fangs down, glowing eyes half-lidded.
Harper expected to be uneasy with Ash’s fangs, but he wasn’t. Ash wouldn’t do anything without asking, and if Harper said he didn’t want to be bitten, Ash wouldn’t push. Ash didn’t desire his blood. He desired Harper.
He looked hot with his fangs down. There was something heart-poundingly primal in seeing Ash like this, lost in pleasure. Lost in Harper. It made Harper’s core go molten.
Harper stroked the underside of Ash’s tail where it met his body. The muscle quivered in his palm and Ash’s cock leaked.
“Harper, flower,” he groaned. “You’re killing me.”
The tip of Ash’s tail wound between Harper’s legs, delving into his crack. It flicked against Harper’s hole, and Harper’s rhythmic stroking faltered.
“Do you have lube?” Ash asked in a breathless huff.
“In the side table.” Harper released Ash and twisted to get it, only to be met with a large wing.
“Let me.” Ash shifted and retrieved the lube before blanketing Harper with his body and re-encasing them with his folded wings.
He kissed Harper gently on the lips, not so much as brushing him with his fangs. “Ready, flower?”
“Now you’re killing me. Yes, I’m ready.”
Ash chuckled, kissed him one more time, then sat back on his haunches. He spread Harper’s legs and turned his attention to his hole. Harper clenched in response, but Ash’s tail was there to massage his tension away.
Opening the lube, Ash squeezed a generous amount onto Harper’s hole and his tail’s tip. He reached between Harper’s legs, his thumb rubbing and circling Harper’s rim in tandem with his tail.
Chills coursed through Harper’s body as he adjusted to the new, pleasurable sensation. Ash was truly stunning, his large, muscled frame looming over Harper, intense stare heated with lust. Ash’s fangs were a promise to eat Harper alive in the best way. And his wings. Harper couldn’t get over the wings.
He ran delicate fingers over the warm feathers.
Ash caught his eye, gaze so hot Harper could almost feel it. “How’s this?”
“Good.” Harper pressed into Ash’s touch and his hole twitched.
Ash purred, his tail applying more pressure as his hand moved to stroke Harper’s cock. Ash didn’t seem to be trying to penetrate him yet. The pressure didn’t last long before Ash went back to massaging the entire sensitive area.
A flash of insecurity hit Harper in the chest. “Am I too tight?”
“Not at all, sweet. You’re perfect.” Ash’s lust-laden stare turned affectionate. “I want to take my time. I like seeing how you respond to me.”
“What if I can’t relax?”
“Then we can keep doing this. I’m not forcing myself inside you. I want to make you feel good.” Ash demonstrated by swirling his tail and twisting his fist over the tip of Harper’s cock.
Harper keened, body rolling into Ash’s touches. “I haven’t done anything like this before,” he whispered, the heat from his face spreading down his neck. “But I want to.”
Ash cupped his cheek. “I’ll give you whatever you want. However you want it, sweetheart.”
Harper whimpered, knowing Ash would take good care of him.
