Page 121 of Demon's Heart

His body thrummed, tingling everywhere Dante’s fangs had pierced him. With every bite, his desire to be consumed grew.

“Fuck me, Dante. I’ve been imagining it for so long.”

Dante purred, so deep it might have been a growl. “Have you?”

“Pretty much since the start.” Ollie gave Dante a sly smile, but he was so blissed out, it probably missed the mark. “I know we have eternity, but I want you now.”

Dante rolled his hips, rubbing his erection against Ollie. “You want me inside your perfect ass? Fucking your face wasn’t enough?”

Damn, Dante was stepping up his dirty talk. He was getting more comfortable letting loose, and Ollie approved.

“No, it wasn’t enough,” he whined, desire spiking as frustration heated his blood. He pulled from Dante’s grasp and braced against the wall, sticking his ass out. “What happened to always giving me more? Fuck me.”

Dante spread Ollie’s cheeks and brushed his thumb briefly over his hole. “I will, don’t worry. I’m enjoying the buildup. I think I like it when you beg too.” His thumb returned slickened, and he pressed against Ollie’s pucker.

Ollie gasped, pushing back. “Where’d the lube come from?”

Dante’s breath tickled his ear. “Magic. I can’t have my mate waiting when he’s impatient and the lube is all the way in the other room.”

“Oh, baby, you’re perfect.”

Dante purred, warmth flooding the bond. “So are you, Ollie. Just the way you are.”

He pressed his thumb in and Ollie hissed, the stretch exactly what he needed.

“Is this what you imagined, alone in your bed?” Dante asked.

“Yes.” Ollie turned his head. “But real-you is better.”

Dante’s glowing eyes flared completely black for a split second. He pulled out his thumb and thrust in two magically slicked fingers.

Ollie’s breath punched from his lungs. Then Dante’s lips were on his, kissing him with renewed desperation. The hint of copper on Dante’s tongue, mixed with his peppermint scent, pushed Ollie even higher, creating a new thread between them that turned into an echo chamber, amplifying everything.

Dante fucked Ollie with his fingers until Ollie’s legs trembled. When Dante finally added a third finger, he bit Ollie’s lip, drawing blood.

Ollie moaned and almost came. Dante sucked his lip, curling his fingers inside him. Ollie’s hand slipped on the wet tile, and he scrambled for balance.

Dante’s wing was there in a flash, and Ollie held on. The other folded above them, blocking the shower spray andenveloping Ollie in a new kind of heat as Dante’s demon fire burned.

Dante released Ollie’s lip and nuzzled the back of his neck. “I’m so happy, Ollie. I can’t wait for everything we’re going to share. I can’t wait to fuck you for the first time and can’t wait to fuck you for the thousandth.”

Ollie whimpered. He couldn’t wait either.

Withdrawing his fingers, Dante replaced them with his slick cock. He rubbed it against Ollie’s hole, smearing magic lube everywhere.

“I can’t wait to love you, Ollie.” He pushed in, girth stretching Ollie until his toes curled.

“Me too, baby,” Ollie whined, vision going hazy as Dante filled him. “Me too.”

Dante bottomed out and swiveled his hips against Ollie’s stuffed ass. “Anything for you. Everything for you,” he murmured into Ollie’s hair, pulling back and snapping his hips forward.

Ollie shouted as the thrust pegged him just right. Dante fucked him like no one ever had, not giving him a moment to catch his breath. Ollie barreled toward his release, Dante’s desire racing alongside his, and when Dante sank his fangs into Ollie’s neck, Ollie came, his whole body exploding with pleasure.

As they came down, slowly catching their breath, Dante’s chest heaving against Ollie’s back, Ollie felt the first kernel of their future taking root inside him, glowing softly.

Dante was his and ahead lay something bright.

One week later.