Page 84 of Demon's Heart
In the living room, Dante tumbled Ollie onto the couch, flicking his wrist to turn on the surrounding floor lamps. His fangs descend partially. “What about it?”
Ollie swallowed. He ached for Dante’s fangs to pierce his skin, but that wasn’t all he wanted. “Can I bite you too?”
Dante groaned, bracing his arms on the back of the couch on either side of Ollie’s head. “You most definitely can.”
A wall of desperate need hit Ollie in the chest. For once, he wasn’t the one breaking through the barrier between them.
“I felt that,” he teased, and Dante’s eyes flashed with black fire, his face and neck flushing. “Let me in. I want to see how undone you are before we’ve even started.”
Dante’s eyes glowed and he dropped the barrier, revealing a need so strong it was like a magnet pulling Ollie toward his mate. Dante’s soul begged for him. If anything, he was needier than last night. The connection felt brighter too. There was no other way to describe it. Bright and happy, echoing Ollie’s own happiness.
For the first time, Ollie understood what Dante meant about the magic being created between them. Now that he was no longer resigned to this but excited about what the bond could give him, he could feel something solidifying and building on itself.
Dante’s fire burned, and Ollie had never been warmer. How had he ever doubted being the source of his feelings? This wasn’t a trick or outside influence. Nothing had felt as personal—as him—as responding to Dante’s seemingly bottomless need.
Dante pressed his forehead against Ollie’s, panting slightly.
Ollie cupped the side of Dante’s neck. “Me biting you sounds that good?”
He whined. “Yes, I want you to own every part of me. Show me that I’m yours.”
Bringing their lips together, Ollie pulled Dante onto the couch. He came willingly, letting Ollie push him around as if he were the inhumanly strong one.
Dante spread his wings and sunk back into the cushions.
Ollie straddled his lap, running his hands along Dante’s feathers. “This is my favorite spot.”
“Mine too.” Dante cupped his hips and dragged him closer.
It was a good thing Dante hadn’t put his shirt back on. Ollie caressed him, leaning down to nip at Dante’s nipples. Dante hissed, rolling his hips. Body begging for more.
Ollie made his way to Dante’s neck, and Dante automatically turned his head to the side, baring his throat for Ollie. Ollie’s breath caught. This was his demon. He was claiming Dante, almost more than he had when they’d performed the mating ritual.
Then, Ollie hadn’t understood. He’d known it was right, but there was too much pain. Too much he had the wrong way around. Now he knew. Dante was the one he’d face all his fears for. The one he could build a life with.
He’d figure it all out with his sweet demon. He chose this. How could he not? The potential of a fated mate was intoxicating.
Ollie licked a stripe up Dante’s throat. “Is it going to hurt since I don’t have fangs?”
Dante shook his head. “Not when I want it like this.” He trembled slightly, and Ollie felt a tingle of anticipation shoot down the bond. “Have me.”
Ollie growled, Dante’s need sparking a raging hunger in him. He bit into the arch of Dante’s neck, breaking the skin. Dante bucked his hips, crying out as warm, sweet peppermint flooded Ollie’s mouth.
Dante whimpered, holding Ollie tight as he drank. Pleasure filled Ollie from within, down his spine and deep in his core. It flowed from Dante to him and back again.
Ollie met each of Dante’s frantic thrusts. Fucking hell, they should have taken their clothes off.
Dante’s heart thundered. Ollie felt it as he drank. How wild was that? Its rhythm matched their pleasure until Dante’s thrusts faltered.
“Ollie. Fuck.Please. Yes. Take me. Fuck me.”
Ollie’s eyes rolled back. He almost came. So did Dante. But Ollie pulled away, licking the wound on Dante’s neck until it disappeared. “Is that what you need, baby? My cock in you? Gotta claim you that way too?”
“Yes, you have to. Fuck, I can feel how much you like the idea.”
Ollie didn’t like it. He loved it. “I should have known you’d want me filling you as much as I need you inside me. You’re my mate. Let me guess, you’re vers too?”
Dante tangled a hand in Ollie’s hair. “Yeah, but I need you this way first.” Something vulnerable cut through all their pleasure, and Ollie held it like the precious piece of his mate that it was.
