Page 72 of Demon's Heart
“Oh fuck, Dante.” Ollie writhed beneath him. “You feel so good. I feel so good. I…” he gasped.
Their pleasure danced together, turning the bond into a live wire about to blow.
“Please,” Dante begged. “Need you.”
Ollie’s pleasure heightened as Dante begged, coiling around Dante. He panted, mouth hovering above Ollie’s, too lust-drunk to get their lips to meet in a kiss.
Dante wanted this to go on forever, but there was no way he’d last. He’d imagined sex with his bonded mate countless times, but his musings never came close.
Dante needed to come. He needed Ollie to come. Hell, was there even a difference when they were entwined?
“Yeah, Dante, I need it too,” Ollie groaned as he jacked Dante’s trail harder.
Ollie’s scent flared and Dante ground their hips together. His fangs ached, descending to their full length.
“Fuck yes.” Ollie’s gaze locked on Dante’s fangs, pupils blown wide. He arched his neck, exposing his throat to Dante, his hand faltering on Dante’s tail. “Bite me.”
Dante growled, lowering his mouth to Ollie’s neck. His fangs brushed Ollie’s skin, and Ollie whimpered, his hand jerking Dante’s tail with renewed urgency.
Licking Ollie’s sweet skin, Dante murmured, “My mate,” and Ollie convulsed below him, his whole body shuddering as desperate whimpers left his lips.
Ollie squeezed Dante’s tail tight. Everything in Ollie longed for Dante’s fangs to pierce his skin. It pulled on the bond, showing Dante how deep Ollie’s need to be claimed went.
It ran as deep as Dante’s.
He sank his fangs into Ollie’s neck, and Ollie cried out, bucking beneath Dante, his hand falling from his tail to grab Dante’s hip. Dante drank deeply, reveling in Ollie’s essence. He groaned, accepting Ollie’s pleasure and sending his back.
“Dante, Dante,” Ollie panted, working his hips frantically, their cocks slick with precum, sliding against each other.
Dante took another deep pull, gulping Ollie down, his heart bursting. Ollie gripped him tight, going rigid as hot cum spilledbetween them, pleasure overwhelming the bond from all sides. Dante came too, so connected with Ollie he could hardly tell their orgasms apart.
Dante shivered, groaning, and withdrew his fangs from Ollie’s neck. As the punctures closed, he licked the last drops of blood from his mate’s skin.
Ollie’s eyes were glassy, his lids at half-mast. He was fucked out and satisfied, a perfect reflection of how Dante felt.
Dante retracted his wings and lay back, pulling Ollie against him and wrapping his tail around Ollie’s thigh.
Basking in the afterglow of their orgasms, it felt like everything had worked out. Dante had reached a moment he’d dreamed of for far too long.
But that wasn’t quite true. The finality was premature. He’d promised Ollie they wouldn’t rush. Building a relationship was much more involved than blowing each other’s minds.
Dante closed the connection between them, silencing Ollie’s satisfied, sleepy emotions. They weren’t all the way there yet, but this in itself was exciting.
19
OLLIE
For the firsttime since Ollie could remember, he dreaded Sunday brunch with Dex.
Hanging out the other night had already felt off. Ollie itched to tell his best friend everything, but there was no way to talk about Dante and all his conflicted feelings without mentioning magic.
The other thing throwing Ollie for a loop was that keeping things from Dex should have been a red flag. Secrecy had been a huge part of his abusive relationships, and he’d always told himself that if he found himself hiding things from Dex, he needed to stop and really look at the situation he was in.
Things with Dante weren’t like that. Magic existing wasn’t something you blurted out and had people believe, but Ollie was uncomfortable keeping secrets, and he worried the more he hung out with Dex, the more Dex would pick up on his discomfort and assume the worst.
“You all right?” Harper asked from the kitchen doorway.
Ollie shook himself and took a sip of his coffee. He hadn’t heard Harper coming. “Yeah. I wish I could tell Dex about Dante. Like, really tell him.”
