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I soften my claws into human shaped fingers and wrap them around our cocks.

Mac’s body bows and he moans loudly around my tongue.

His pleasure heats inside of me, twisting around my own until there’s no way to tell his from mine.

I can feel the tickle of flames deep in his throat, and the ache of his cock is echoed in mine.

There’s no doubt about the love he feels for me, braiding itself in golden strands around the same love pouring straight from my heart into his, creating an unbreakable bond between us.

It’s stronger than the one that formed when he put on my ring.

Stronger than anything that could ever try to come between us.

He pants and whimpers with every stroke of my hand over our cocks, and I gather the slippery mixture of our precum into my palm and on my fingers. I can feel the throbbing swell of his knot starting to form at the base of his shaft, and I squeeze it a little tighter with every downstroke.

“Oh fuck,” he grunts, little sparks flying between our lips with every shaky exhale. “I need you inside me, Drax. Please, please.”

I growl and slide my slicked fingers down, down, down, over his balls and his taint and into the warm crease between his ass cheeks to pet his tight hole.

I can’t change my cock as extensively as an incubus or some other demon species can, but the way Mac is groping my thick, heavy erection, whining breathlessly while I stroke his pucker, I don’t think he’s going to be disappointed.

I ease two fingers inside of him and he arches his back again, his shout of pleasure echoing through his hoard room, resonating through our bond.

I’ve found a lot of purpose over the years working for Auri, but I’ve never felt purpose as intensely as this before, like I was created by some higher power just to please my mate.

A sound somewhere between a laugh and a moan catches in my throat.

Actually, I guess I was. That’s what fate is, isn’t it?

I was made for Mac, and he was made for me.

“More,” Mac groans, canting his hips to ride my fingers, his rim clenching around my knuckles, his inner muscles squeezing and relaxing like he’s trying to pull my fingers deeper.

“Alright, greedy dragon,” I purr with a smile, as if I’m doing him a favor. I chuckle at the absurdity and slip my fingers out, shuffling on my knees to line my cock up in their place. I know I don’t have to worry about hurting him, I know he can take my cock, but I’m gentle anyway.

Mac claws at my chest, drawing angry lines across my flesh with his fingernails, then cranes his neck to drag his tongue along the cuts before they can heal.

Even once they’re gone, he doesn’t stop lapping at my skin, sucking, kissing, biting.

I dig my claws into his hips and ease forward, filling him with my cock in a slow stroke.

Through our bond I can feel the momentary sting of the stretch in my own ass, and the pressure of my shaft against my own prostate— his prostate, his ass, but the lines are blurred now.

I know he can feel the tight clench of his ass around my cock in the same way.

His body, my body, it’s all the same now, at least as far as the pleasure is concerned.

“Give me your fire,” I demand in a hoarse growl, bracing my hands on either side of his head and nipping at his lips. “I need it.”

He nods and moans, “I will.”

He wraps his legs around me so his heels dig into my back, and we fall into a frantic rhythm, his hips moving to match every wild, needy thrust of mine.

Our tongues stroke and tangle, heat building between our skin to create an inferno, our sweat sizzling to steam the second it forms on our bodies.

The impossible feedback loop of fucking and being fucked only gets stronger, and we get more and more lost in each other as our bond grows.

It started out as a single thread when he put my ring on and claimed me without knowing what he was doing, but it’s so much more than that now, with new strands weaving into place.

Strands of trust and desire, strands made of our hopes for the future, strands I don’t understand yet but I’m sure I will one day.

Mac’s inner muscles tighten around me, a coil of heat in his gut pulsing between us, his whimpers and moans around my tongue becoming louder.

And I can feel the burn of his fire in his throat growing, scorching upward from deep inside his belly, looking for its new home inside of me.

I tangle my fingers in his hair and kiss him deeper, snaking my tongue out in search of his bonding fire.

“Mate,” he whispers against my lips, tightening his legs around me to pull me into him and lock me there. He grabs my horns with both hands as if he needs to hold me in place for the thing I’ve been desperate for.

I open my mouth wide against his, ready for it, aching for it, just as his inner muscles clench around me again and blinding pleasure washes over him.

His cry of ecstasy is muffled between our lips, then quickly dies under the roar of his flames as they pour down my throat.

The heat of his fire filling me is like a hundred orgasms at once.

I’m aware of my cock spasming and pulsing inside him, and I can feel the swell of his knot like it’s my own, but none of it compares to the explosive feeling of his fire rewriting my DNA, scorching his essence onto my very soul, burning everything inside of me down to nothing so it can grow back anew.

We’re not just connected, he’s a part of me, his fire alive in every cell in my body.

Mac’s hot cum splashes between us as mine fills him, and we kiss greedily through every flicker of his flames until he’s drained and I’m drained, and we’re both brand new.

I collapse on top of him, still feeling the pulse of his swollen knot against my belly, my cock still half-hard inside of him, unwilling to settle even though I know my mate is sated and cared for.

“This isn’t how I thought any of this would go,” he admits, nuzzling his face into the crook of my neck and sighing happily at the way my weight pins him to the bed. “I never imagined a demon mate. Never thought I’d work for a demon, or be friends with a bunch of horny mercenaries.”

I laugh and reluctantly let my cock slip from inside of him, along with a rush of my cum. We both groan and I roll onto my side and pull Mac close.

“Are you happy though, mate?” I can feel the joy radiating from him like sunlight, but I have to ask anyway. I have to be sure.

He tilts his face towards mine and closes his eyes, resting his head on my shoulder with the most peaceful smile I’ve ever seen.

“I didn’t even know what happiness was until right now, Drax.”

“I didn’t either.”

I press a gentle kiss to his lips and let myself feel the echo of love between us. Deep love, unbreakable, immortal. Exactly the way it should be.