Page 20 of Demon's Mate
Ash swallowed a growl before it could pass his lips. “Where would you like to go?”
Harper bit his lip. “My place?”
“Perfect.” Ash pulled him close again, burying his nose behind Harper’s ear. He couldn’t help it. “Tell your friends where you’re going, and I’ll meet you outside.” He released Harper and walked away.
Look at him, practicing restraint.
He itched to throw Harper over his shoulder and carry him out of the club, but that wasn’t appropriate. Harper needed space and the opportunity to change his mind. Ash never wanted to pressure anyone, but sometimes, his intimidating stature did, regardless of his intent.
So he left, hoping Harper would follow.
8
HARPER
After a quick chat with Ollie,Harper left the dancefloor. His heart pounded. Fuck, his cock ached, frustratingly constrained by his tiny shorts.
He’d never felt anything like this.
Harper wasn’t totally inexperienced, but he’d had no idea attraction could feel like his world had been turned upside down, consumed by one hard, imposing man.
What a man.
How was it possible that such a hot guy had approached Harper, of all people, looking at him like he wanted to eat him.
Not literally. Ash wasn’t a vampire. Harper had checked for any signs of magic, and yes, he was masking himself, but magical beings rarely went to the lengths he did or had the ability to brew the suppression potion. He was confident Ash was human.
Harper pushed the club door open and stepped into the mild summer night. Ash stood a few feet away, occupied by his phone.
Harper approached. “Hey.” He wasn’t sure what else to say. When they’d been all over each other, it had felt natural. Talking was a lot harder.
“Harper.” Ash gave an almost predatory smile, but there was nothing menacing in his rich brown gaze. Yeah, he wanted todevourHarper. “I was just organizing a car. What’s your address?”
That was easy. Harper relayed it, shifting on his feet as Ash typed it into the phone.
Harper’s arousal calmed down, replaced by a strange, achy longing that tugged at the center of his chest. He didn’t want to fuck this up. He’d felt so good in Ash’s arms, almost calm, carefree, and like nothing could get to him. It didn’t make sense because they didn’t know each other, but Harper needed more of whatever that feeling was.
They waited for the car in silence. Harper wanted to wrap himself around the bigger man, but it’d be weird to do that out on the street, right?
The car arrived and they climbed in. Ash’s fingers tapped restlessly against his leg as they drove. Was he dying to get his hands back on Harper or getting bored? Should Harper have been doing something and not just sitting here? Was he not being sexy? How could you even be sexy sitting in a car? Fuck.
When they arrived, Harper jumped out and quickly led Ash into his building and up the many flights of stairs.
He pulled his key out of his pocket to unlock the door and Ash pressed against his back. Something inside Harper unwound. He leaned into Ash, warmth radiating from Ash deep into Harper’s soul.
“Get the door open, sweet. Then I’m going to ravage you,” Ash rumbled in his ear, sending chills up and down Harper’s spine.
Harper got the door open as fast as he could. Ash nudged him playfully inside. Harper’s world spun, and he found himself up against the wall.
Ash’s muscled body and hard cock pressed into him.Pleasurable chills gave way to goosebumps as Harper’s skin tingled. Fuck, it was like he’d been lit on fire or shocked by electricity or something.
He hadn’t fucked up after all.
Ash’s gaze seemed to smolder, the brown of his eyes almost golden orange as they locked on Harper’s lips. “Is kissing on the table?”
“Yeah.” Harper nodded frantically. He’d never been kissed. He’d given a few blowjobs, but he’d never had anyone’s lips on his, never had anyone reciprocate or touch him intimately. Being denied something as simple as a kiss—let alone anything more—had hurt, even if Harper pretended it hadn’t at the time. Now, a fire burned inside him.Please. He needed Ash to kiss him so badly it was embarrassing.
Ash captured Harper’s mouth with his, hot and wet, and Harper whimpered. Ash worked him open roughly, his lips commanding Harper’s, overpowering him. Harper gave in willingly. He sagged in Ash’s arms, letting Ash take him how he wanted.
