Page 63 of Demon's Heart
Ollie appreciated that. He’d have felt violated if Dante had sat back and essentially watched him get off without his consent.
Sweat prickled Ollie’s brow. “Could you tell what I was thinking about?”
“Not exactly.” Dante let out a measured breath. “The bonddoesn’t project images or direct thoughts. But if you hadn’t been focused on me, your feelings wouldn’t have broken through my shield.”
Fuck. Humiliation should have killed Ollie’s arousal by now, but as embarrassing as this was, part of Ollie was relieved Dante knew. His dick hardened further, his insides twisting themselves in tantalizing knots as his face burned.
He didn’t hate the feeling at all.
“So you know I was thinking about you? While I touched myself?”
“Yes,” Dante whispered like it was the hardest thing he’d said in his life.
A wave of lust hit Ollie in the chest, followed by a longing so potent he couldn’t breathe. Were those Dante’s feelings?
“Fuck.” Ollie groaned. “Dante. What are you doing?”
“I’m sorry.” Some of the lust faded. “I can’t help it.”
Ollie gripped the phone tight, more needy than he’d ever been in his life. Needy and hopeful. He burned with longing so sweet it ached. He might be making a mistake, but he had to know. “Do you want me?”
Lust overwhelmed Ollie once more, his cock leaking with it.
“Yes, I want you, Ollie. You can feel it. I know you can, just like I can feel you.”
Ollie whimpered at the naked desire in Dante’s tone. He stumbled back to the bed and lay down, heart in his throat. “Then stay.”
“W-what?” Through the bond, Ollie felt Dante’s fragile hesitation and the hint of hope it brought with it.
Ollie’s own hopefulness flared. He wanted Dante, and Dante wanted him. They needed each other. Neither of them was alone.
He ran a hand down his stomach. “I don’t want to stop what I’ve started. I won’t unless you tell me to. You’re going tofeel me come, so why not stay on the phone with me while I do?”
“Uhh,” Dante whined. “Are you sure? That isn’t why I called.”
Ollie wished it was why. “Maybe not, but I like having you with me. And you want me too. We can’t hide it.”
A shiver ran down Ollie’s spine. He’d never have asked Dante for phone sex. That wasn’t a friend thing, and it was probably a huge mistake. But now that they were here, nothing had ever felt so right. It was like being in Dante’s lap with Dante’s lips on his wrist all over again.
Ollie didn’t want Dante like a friend. He never had.
The mating bond was consuming him. It forced him to confront his true desires and ignore his boundaries. That should have felt wrong, but Ollie couldn’t remember why.
Why couldn’t he have this?
“You want me to listen to you get yourself off?” Dante confirmed like he had to be extra sure.
“No.” Ollie fisted his cock. “I want you to get off with me so I can hear you too. Would you like that?”
A growl rumbled down the phone line. “Yes, Ollie. So much. C-can we do that?Please?”
Chills coursed through Ollie from head to toe. Dante sounded like Ollie held the keys to his salvation. “Fuck yeah, Dante. We can do that.”
Dante groaned so deeply that Ollie felt it in his chest.
He switched his phone to speaker and set it by his ear before grabbing the lube. “I’ve got a plug in my ass. Do you like knowing that?”
“Ngh,” Dante grunted, rustling coming down the line like he was getting his clothes out of the way. “Is that what you were doing before? Opening yourself?”
