Page 119 of Demon's Heart
“No, you can’t. And I think I finally get what you mean about Lucifer not hurting me again after seeing Pamala flip her switch like that. I’m not afraid of Lucifer like I was that day after the beach. I hate him and don’t think he should get away with everything he’s done. What he did still haunts me. But I’m not terrified he’s out there. At least not completely.”
Determination shone in Ollie’s eyes and through the bond. Dante loved it as much as he did every other aspect of his mate. “You’re so much braver than me, Ollie.”
“I don’t know about that. I’m only brave because I have you. I’d still get heart palpitations and freeze if Lucifer snuck up on me.”
“He’ll be dealt with, and I’ll make it my mission to ensure that doesn’t happen. Who knows, maybe it’ll be easier to take him down now that everyone is free. Plenty of others will still want justice.” Even if freeing the demons himself would have gained Luc favor, there were thousands of years of bad blood to consider.
“Can we forget about him for the rest of the night?” Ollie nuzzled Dante’s cheek. “Let’s face it all in the morning.”
“With you at my side, that sounds perfect. I believe you have a promise to fulfill.”
Ollie’s eyes flashed mischievously. “Does my needy demon want some personal attention?”
Dante nodded, heat pooling inside him.
“Then let’s start with a shower.” Ollie pointed toward the house, and Dante dutifully carried him inside.
Ash planned to track Luc, and if Luc was anywhere near the city, he’d call Dante, but making another move tonight didn’t seem likely. Lucifer had gotten away, and Dante was sure he’d be scheming before coming for them again. He and Ollie were perfectly safe in the reserve.
Dante set Ollie down in the bathroom and froze, struck by a realization. Now that Luc had released the demons, there was no need to drag him, Ash, and Onyx back to the Realm of the Damned. Luc had abandoned his post as ruler of Hell. What did he need his dogs for now?
Would he leave them alone?
It was a strange thought, but it flew from Dante’s mind the second Ollie pulled off his shirt and flung it away.
Ollie quickly shucked off his pants and underwear before reaching for Dante’s belt. “Come here, sweet mate. Time to spoil you.” Ollie dropped Dante’s clothes to the floor and kneeled before him, Dante’s cock stiffening rapidly.
“Fuck, Ollie.” Dante ran both hands through Ollie’s tumble of curls.
“Mm,” Ollie hummed as he took hold of Dante’s cock. “Love giving you what you need, baby.” He glanced up and guided Dante’s cock to his lips, kissing the tip before opening his mouth and taking Dante in painfully slowly.
Dante breathed deep as hot suction enveloped him. He couldn’t look away, not that he ever wanted to.
Ollie’s cheeks bloomed a lovely crimson. His eyes burned and Dante’s fire responded, sparking hot.
“You feel so good.” Dante gasped as Ollie took him to the back of his throat. “Better than good. On my cock and in my heart.”
Ollie whimpered, and desire flooded the bond like hot lava. Dante’s chest expanded.
Tonight’s loss seemed more manageable with Ollie holding him close, giving him what he needed. All wasn’t forsaken. His mate had his back, and there was so much to look forward to, no matter what challenges they faced.
Whatever came, they’d conquer it together.
Ollie worked his throat, swallowing deliciously around Dante until Dante was dizzy. Sucking in desperate breaths through his nose, Ollie pulled back, grabbing Dante’s ass, fingers digging in as he inched them toward Dante’s tail.
“Ugh,” Dante cried out, thrusting forward as Ollie wrapped a hand around the base of his tail. “Oh, Ollie, yes. Please. Don’t stop.”
Ollie groaned, bobbing his head as he worked Dante’s tail, encouraging Dante to thrust with his other hand.
Dante’s face burned. Tears welled in his mate’s eyes as Dante thrust, stuffing his cock down Ollie’s throat. He could feel Ollie craving more through the bond. Craving Dante’s possession of his body. Dante gripped Ollie’s hair firmly in both hands, the tip of his tail settling along the back of Ollie’s neck, and fucked his mate’s pretty face.
Ollie choked and squirmed, tears spilling onto his cheeks. He stroked the base of Dante’s tail, tight and unfaltering as Dante used his mouth. Spit dripped down Ollie’s chin, his face and neck a deep red.
“Ollie…Ollie,” Dante moaned like he was pleading for his life, over and over, and every sound lit Ollie up and sent pleasure down the bond. “I’m going to come. Ollie. Oh fuck.” Dante shuddered, and Ollie squeezed his tail, swallowing around his cock.
Dante came, vision blurring as the bond exploded, shooting pleasure along his spine and through his core. Ollie sputtered, scrambling to swallow as he held Dante in place by his ass. Dante thrust twice more and went lax, stroking Ollie’s hair as his cock softened.
Ollie pulled back at last, panting, breath ragged and face a wreck of spit and tears. Dante hoisted him up, and Ollie wrapped his arms around Dante’s neck, his legs around Dante’s waist, his cock poking needily into Dante’s stomach.
