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“Your choice, baby. On your knees or on your back.”

That offer still sent shivers up my spine. He didn’t always give me a choice, but he always found ways to remind me we were equals. That I could trust him to take care of me.

“This is good. I want to see you.” As much as I could, anyway. He didn’t comment or tease, focusing more on removing my clothes. I was just as eager as he was, stripping him and running my palms down the sleeves of tattoos on his arms.

His tongue licked down my neck to my chest, and he nipped lightly before looking up at me.

“Gonna let me mark that virgin skin sometime soon?”

He pointed out that I never said no to getting a tattoo. I hadn’t decided what I wanted yet, but I intended to follow through. I had a mark from the pain my family caused me. I wanted something better to mark the life I had now.

“Fuck me first. You can tattoo me later.”

His wicked grin sent a thrill through me, and he proceeded to give me exactly what I wanted. I arched my back and groaned as he stretched me, sucking on the head of my cock just hard enough to drive me wild. I protested when his fingers pulled free, swallowing the sound down when his lube coated cock replaced them. He pushed in slowly, letting me feel each piercing as it massaged past my rim. I tossed my head back, a deep groan rattling my throat, and I heard Declan chuckle.

“You told me the piercings kept you coming back for more. Is that still true?”

I shook my head, even as he pulled out a little faster and those metal balls set me on fire. He was tormenting me, switching from fast to slow at random, so I couldn’t tell what was coming.

“No? What, then?”

I couldn't think clearly with him inside me. I groaned helplessly andwhen I didn’t answer him, he twisted enough to peg my prostate perfectly, but then avoided it until I gave him what he wanted.

“I, oh fuck, I, ah! I come back for you.”

He shifted himself, changing the angle and ripping a strangled sound from me when he pegged my prostate again. He kept his thrusts languid and easy, cupping my cheek to get my attention. When I looked at him, I saw the tension in his jaw, the effort to hold back from fucking me hard. But then he smiled at me, love and tender affection shining through his eyes and melting me from the inside out.

“I’ll always be there for you, baby. No matter what.”

I wasn’t as good with the sentimental one-liners as he was, so I responded with a kiss, putting every ounce of love I had for him into it. He kissed me back just as fiercely until I was shifting restlessly beneath him and thrusting my hips up to get some friction on my cock. Declan chuckled against my lips.

“Always trying to take control when we both know how much you love it when I lead.”

“So lead, then. Because right now, you’re not doing much of anyth–” My snarky comment ended on a strangled noise, my voice going up an octave as he bucked hard against me. He shifted, shoving my knees closer to my chest, and all that tenderness vanished as he fucked me hard. He gave me no mercy, finding that perfect angle and tagging my prostate over and over until I came with a shout, completely untouched. It covered my abs and chest, but he didn’t slow down. He bared his teeth, somehow fucking me harder, our skin slapping together loudly.

“Fuckfuckfuckfuck! Declan!”

I made the mistake of telling him a demon’s recovery time was significantly faster than humans. He refused to stop at one orgasm after that if he could help it. He wanted to see how many times he could make me come before he followed me over the edge.

The second one was intense, my body contorting as he fisted my erection just as I let go. I almost knocked him off me with my movements and an embarrassing amount of begging spilled from my lips as he flipped me onto my hands and knees and kept going. The change meant his piercings joined in the fun with my prostate and I went blind from the pleasure. Myclaws dug into the couch, which I would regret later, and my cock dripped and throbbed with the need to come again.

“Ah, fuck…” he grunted, his grip on my hips tensing. When Declan started cursing, it meant he was close and pleasure zipped up my spine from the realization. He grabbed my cock again, matching the pace of his hips, and I lost my ability to breathe. Like a tidal wave, it slammed into me and I exploded harder than the first two releases combined. Declan followed me with a shout, slamming into me as deeply as he could as he rode it out.

We were out of breath, sweaty and covered in cum, at least on my end. Declan brushed kisses up my spine, kissing each wing once before moving on to my neck. I hummed, tingles still running through my blood. When our breathing came easier, Declan pulled out and flopped back onto the couch.

“Well, it’s a good thing we listened to Art about getting couch covers,” he commented lazily.

I barked out a laugh, forcing myself onto my feet. I wanted to collapse face first onto the couch and pass out for a while, but I didn’t really want to lie down in a puddle of cum. Shower first, then nap.

“Pretty sure he didn’t have this in mind,” I replied as I walked away.

I heard him strip the couch, tossing the cover into the washer on his way to join me in the shower. He wrapped himself around me as we waited for the spray to warm up, kissing my shoulder lightly.

“No, maybe not. But they care about you enough to offer you advice. All your friends care. And I’m sure if you talk to them, they’ll help you figure out what to do next.”

I was distant with my friends after I got hurt. I didn’t mean to be, but I was still relearning how to function and I wasn’t used to asking for help. But Declan had a point. They were the family I chose, and I needed to learn to lean on them more.

“It’s Thursday. It's supposed to be my turn to host poker night. Is it wrong to bring a kid to that, or should I ask Athena to watch him?”