Page 86 of Demon's Heart
Ollie leaned over Dante, planting his palms on the floor on either side of Dante’s head. “Is this how you want me this first time? On your back and vulnerable?” Dante nodded, fangs poking out between his plush lips. Ollie leaned down and kissed him. “Good.”
Dante wrapped his arms around Ollie, and Ollie deepened the kiss, licking at Dante’s fangs and rolling his hips, rubbing their cocks together.
“You’ve found your mate, Dante. After so long, you can finally relax. I’m here now. I’ve got you.”
Dante went limp, pliant beneath Ollie, happy relief washing over them both. Ollie might not be able to get his head around how long Dante had waited—it was still overwhelming—but being here with Dante was big. That Ollie could understand. And that huge significance was okay.
Ollie wanted all of Dante’s overwhelmingemotions. His demon wasn’t alone anymore. Ollie was ready to be here for him.
This was a partnership, not Ollie losing his identity in something he couldn’t fathom. It was him taking this big thing and fitting it between them. Making it theirs.
Ollie grabbed two pillows, one for Dante’s hips and the other for his head. “That’s better.” He adjusted the cushion beneath Dante’s head, caressing his horns and hair, chills traveling down his spine as Dante leaned into his touch. “My sweet mate.”
“I could say the same,” Dante murmured, eyelids half-closed.
Ollie kissed Dante deeply, trailing his mouth down his body, swirling his tongue around his dark nipples, and following his happy trail to the dark curls at his groin. Ollie settled between Dante’s legs, reached for the lube, and coated his fingers. Dante sighed, spreading wide as Ollie circled his rim, touching him like he was the most delicate thing in the world.
This time wasn’t about rough, frantic fun. It was about pampering his precious demon. Giving him all the softness he deserved.
Dante’s tail wrapped around Ollie’s waist. He fucking loved that. It was so sleek and pretty, and something about being cradled with it melted Ollie’s heart.
He pressed a slick finger into Dante, meeting little resistance. “There you go. So good opening up for me.”
Dante moaned, thrusting into Ollie’s touch.
Ollie massaged him, going deeper and adding another finger when Dante was ready. The bond seemed to coil, tightening and sparking every time Ollie brushed that sweet spot inside his mate. He stretched Dante, and the way their pleasure was shared, Ollie wouldn’t last long. Fuck, he wasn’t even touching himself, and he was on edge.
“Please, Ollie. I’m ready.” Dante gripped the back of Ollie’s neck. “I need you now.”
“Yeah, fuck, Dante, I need you too.” Ollie slicked his cock and lined himself up, hitching one of Dante’s legs back beneath the knee. “Gonna make you mine, mate.”
“Mate,” Dante echoed, dropping his head to the pillow, horns digging into the carpet as Ollie pushed in.
Dante strangled his cock. Fucking hell, he felt good. So hot inside. Ollie gazed transfixed as Dante stretched around him. He took hold of Dante’s cock and stroked, thumbing his precum-slick slit.Ugh. It was almost too good.
“Yes, Ollie. Please don’t stop.” Dante groaned, arching into it and taking Ollie deeper.
Ollie’s focus shifted to Dante’s flushed face. His eyes were pools of shimmering darkness, almost no whites at all. Dante bit down on his lip, and a bead of red appeared beneath his fang.
“Fuck, Dante.” Ollie swiped the blood with his finger and licked it clean, the sweet drop mixing with the precum coating his hand.
Ollie wanted to stay like this for hours, caught between as their pleasure built. But he was making his mate wait, and he hadn’t intended to. Ollie thrust, working his way in with shallow rocking motions of his hips.
Moans spilled from Dante’s lips. “Fuck me, Ollie,” he pleaded, cupping Ollie’s ass as he sunk all the way in, and his tail squeezed Ollie’s waist.
Ollie groaned and buried his face in Dante’s neck. The scent of peppermint flared, and Ollie kissed every bit of skin he could reach, rolling his hips. “Like that, baby?”
“Yes,” Dante nearly sobbed, urging Ollie on with his hands, tail coiling impossibly tighter.
Ollie hooked Dante’s knees over his elbows and bent his demon in half. He rolled his hips in a steady sensual motion thathad his cock dragging slowly in and out. The bond burned every time Ollie hit Dante’s prostate, and Dante dissolved into a begging mess, clutching Ollie’s shoulders, his wings twitching helplessly as he fell apart.
“Ollie,uh, yes, Ollie.” Dante’s glowing eyes didn’t leave Ollie’s face. He shuddered and came between them, setting off Ollie’s orgasm.
Ollie collapsed on Dante’s chest, panting and clutching his mate. “Filled you up. Now you’re mine. Fuck, I like taking care of you.”
Dante purred loudly, rubbing Ollie’s back in slow circles, his tail still secured around Ollie’s waist. “I like you taking care of me too. That was worth waiting millennia for. Thank you.”
Ollie bit back a grin. It was a ridiculous statement. No way he was good enough at fucking to be worth that kind of wait. It was too big a deal to make out of it, but it also wasn’t. Being worth the wait wasn’t about orgasms.
