Page 120 of Demon's Heart
Dante kissed him, delving deep into Ollie’s mouth and tasting his own seed. Ollie groaned, rubbing against Dante shamelessly and smearing his abs with precum.
Dante’s lips trailed along Ollie’s jaw to his neck. He nipped his mate’s skin.
Ollie gripped him tighter, hand traveling to the back of Dante’s head. “Yes, Dante. Bite me.”
Dante kissed Ollie’s neck and released his fangs. Ollie moaned, rutting against Dante, his sandalwood scent flooding the air. Dante sunk his teeth into his mate, and Ollie’s sweet blood filled his mouth.
“Yes,” Ollie moaned. “Yes, bite me. Mark me everywhere. Make me yours.”
Dante released Ollie’s neck and brought his lips to Ollie’s ear. “You’re already mine.” Ollie shuddered, and Dante bit into the soft flesh behind the corner of his jaw.
Ollie gasped, thrusting harder against Dante.
Dante squeezed Ollie’s rear, parting his cheeks. Hewithdrew his fangs, licking Ollie as he mumbled, “I want to bite this ass. Eat you everywhere.”
“Yes,” Ollie groaned. “Yes. Now. Or I’m gonna come.”
Dante shuddered and set Ollie down, spinning him around and placing his hands to brace against the tiled wall. Ollie arched his back, ass out, and Dante kneeled, parting his cheeks and licking up his crack.
“Dante,” Ollie wailed, legs shaking.
Dante growled, nuzzling and licking his mate’s hole until Ollie sobbed with desperation. Dante cupped one of Ollie’s ass cheeks in each hand, leaned in, and kissed them both before sinking his fangs into the swell of Ollie’s right cheek.
Ollie cried out, shuddering from head to toe. Dante drank deep, massaging Ollie’s hole with his fingers, and Ollie’s orgasm crashed through him. Dante moaned as it zipped down the bond, reverberating through him as he pulled little aftershocks from his mate.
Ollie slumped against the wall. “Fuck me. Oh my god. That was… That was…fuck.”
Dante stood, chest to Ollie’s back, and pulled him in. Every one of his primal instincts was sated. “Tasty little mate.”
Ollie huffed, melting into Dante. “Like you can talk. You taste pretty damn good too.”
Dante grinned, pressing a kiss to Ollie’s neck. Ollie trembled, and Dante scraped him with his fangs.
“Do it again,” Ollie pleaded.
Dante bit into Ollie’s neck, running his hands up and down his stomach, his chest, and over his cock and balls.
Ollie’s breathing picked up, and he arched into it. “I’m going to get hard again.”
“Good.” Dante kissed the wound as it healed. “So am I.”
Ollie shimmied his ass against Dante’s burgeoning erection. “That kind of recovery time must be magic.”
“Something like that.” Dante cradled Ollie’s hips and walked him around the tiled wall into the shower.
Ollie turned in his arms, nestling into the crook of Dante’s neck as Dante turned on the water. Dante shook out his wings, and Ollie laughed, pulling Dante into a drawn-out kiss.
They washed each other slowly, taking their time as they explored each other’s mouths. Once they were clean, Dante rubbed Ollie down a second time, peppering him with little bites, taking barely there sips from his neck, his shoulders, his pec above the nipple.
As he went to pull back, Ollie caught the back of his head. “A little more.”
Dante flicked Ollie’s nipple with his tongue, scraping it with his fangs. His tail circled Ollie’s waist and held on. “Don’t worry. We have a never-ending future. I’ll always give you more.”
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Ollie caressedDante’s horns one at a time and brought their lips together. “It still doesn’t feel like enough.”
