Page 85 of Demon's Heart
“Of course you do.” Ollie pressed his lips to Dante’s ear. “Don’t worry, I’m not going anywhere. You’ve got me now, and I’m here for you. I’ll take care of you.”
His words set Dante alight. Ollie felt his demon fire flare deep within and everywhere they touched.
Ollie had never been more confident than he was with Dante. His mate brought it out in him, gave Ollie what he needed to let himself loose and be more him than he’d been with anyone.
“Have you got lube?” Ollie shifted off Dante, standing on unsteady legs. He hadn’t topped in a while, and suddenly,he couldn’t wait any longer. Why hadn’t he thought to bring lube with him?
“I’ll get it.” Dante flicked his fingers, and a moment later, a bottle came zipping into the room and landed on the couch.
Ollie laughed. He pulled off his shirt. “You want it that bad, huh? Can’t even get to the bedroom.”
Dante swallowed, sitting patiently, hands resting on his thighs, feathers and tail completely still. “No, I can’t wait. I… Please, Ollie.”
He wasn’t nervous. Ollie felt nothing like that coming from him, but there was something delicate there.
“Anything you want, baby. Sorry, I was teasing. I wouldn’t make it to the bedroom either. Not when you’re so sweet. So perfect for me. I’d never deny you.” Ollie kneeled before his mate, and that felt delicate too.
He belonged. He had so much to offer Dante it felt like it would come spilling out of him. Just as he was, Ollie was everything Dante had ever wanted.
Ollie took Dante in. He could get lost in the black of his eyes, the dark, enigmatic glow. Ollie reached for Dante’s waistband, his jeans already riding low on his hips. Unfastening them, he pulled them down along with Dante’s briefs.
Dante lifted his hips, his tail resting over Ollie’s shoulder. Ollie wrapped a hand around Dante’s thick shaft, stroking as he traced the line of dark hair from Dante’s belly button to his groin.
“Ollie,” Dante whined, muscles quivering.
“I’m right here.” Ollie leaned in and took Dante’s cock into his mouth, musk and peppermint hitting him hard.
Dante rumbled in appreciation. The bond went lax, almost like it was sated.
Ollie sucked until precum coated his tongue. He licked upand down, teasing around Dante’s cockhead as he tugged his balls. He could do this all night.
“You feel too good.” Dante ran his hands through Ollie’s hair, his tail cupping the back of Ollie’s neck. “Please, I need more, Ollie.More, but I don’t want to come until you fuck me.”
The bond thrummed. Ollie’s heart skipped and he ached. Dante called to him, desperate and sweet and so fucking open.
Pulling off Dante’s cock, Ollie rocked back and admired his mate. “Get down here, and I’ll give you what you need.”
Dante ran a hand over one of his horns. He got up on slightly shaky legs and glanced around the living room. With another flick of his wrist, the coffee table shot to the side, bumping against the far wall.
He kicked off his shoes and stepped out of his jeans before getting on all fours, wings spread out on either side of him, beautiful gray feathers shimmering bright like diamonds. Dante’s tail flicked as he arched his back, legs spread. He looked over his shoulder and locked his glowing gaze on Ollie, panting like he already couldn’t take it, his fangs fully descended.
“Fuck. Look at you.” Ollie bit his lip. No one had ever laid out for him like this. Ollie went dizzy with—he wasn’t even sure—power, lust, love? “You’re perfect.”
“Uh-h,” Dante moaned and dropped his head between his shoulders.
A heaviness settled over the bond, and Ollie’s stomach fluttered. He quickly got rid of his clothes and shoes and kneeled behind Dante, palms brushing Dante’s firm ass. Dante shuddered, groaning, and Ollie’s breath caught. So much emotion flowed from Dante into him that he couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think.
“Baby, I’ve got you,” he soothed, caressing Dante’s rear, his lower back, his tail. The ocean of feeling calmed, lapping at thebond. “You’re so hot like this, but I want you on your back so I can see you. Will that work with your wings?”
Dante glanced over his shoulder. “I can put them away.”
“You better not.”
Dante grinned. He folded his wings in tight and got to his knees, turning around. He lay back, spreading his wings out as he had before, and let his thighs fall wide, giving Ollie a glimpse of his tight hole.
“I feel so vulnerable on my back,” Dante said, almost breathless. “I wouldn’t do this for anyone else. Having my wings trapped under me sets my demon instincts on edge. Or it would if you weren’t with me. But this feels right.”
Dante trusted him so much. Ollie made him feel safe. Ollie had been so caught up in his own safety that he’d forgotten it went both ways. It jolted him. He and Dante were in this equally, in a way he’d never considered.
