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DANTE

Ollie’s lips brushed Dante’s, and Dante shivered. The touch was sweet and exactly what Dante craved. He snaked his hands around Ollie’s hips and pulled him closer.

His mate tasted fresh, like sun shining on bare skin. Dante breathed in sandalwood and smells of home. He parted his lips, allowing Ollie to lick into his mouth. Dante kissed him like he could do it for the rest of his life.

Ollie groaned, lips working more urgently. Dante met every caress, his hunger growing. He’d never get enough of Ollie’s scent, his taste, his weight on top of him.

Ollie’s hands delved into Dante’s hair, tugging Dante tighter against him. He rocked forward, hands tightening, as Dante pressed his tongue into Ollie’s mouth.

A wave of lust crashed through the barrier Dante had erected between them, lighting up their bond as Ollie focused everything he had on Dante.

Dante pulled back. “You’re projecting again. I can feel you.”

“That’s all right.” Ollie chased Dante’s lips, speaking between kisses. “I like sharing during sex. I want to feel you too. ”

“Oh…okay.” Dante’s heart thudded, chest aching. Ollie craved the same closeness he did. He let his guard down, throwing the doors wide on their connection.

He laid himself bare for Ollie. How could he not when his mate was willing to trust and take risks for him?

“You’re so tender and sweet,” Ollie gasped as Dante’s emotions overwhelmed the bond. “You want me so much.”

Dante’s face flamed. “It’s not only physical desire.”

“I know,” Ollie breathed. “It’s so wild that I know that. It should be impossible to feel it, but it’s not. Your affection runs so deep.”

“I can’t help my intensity.” Dante kissed along Ollie’s jaw. “Not when I’m an immortal who’s found his mate. Not when you’ve told me you want me the way I want you.”

Ollie whined. “You need me, don’t you, Dante? You need to be close to me now that we’re here?”

“Yes,” Dante breathed. He burned for it, fire eating his insides. He’d take anything Ollie gave him, and the idea that Ollie would give him everything he’d ever wanted was almost too much.

“Fuck.” Ollie’s cock stiffened against Dante’s already firm erection. “It’s like I can feel you begging for me without words.”

He was right. Every cell in his being yearned for Ollie.

“We need to get naked,” Ollie panted. “I’m gonna take care of you, okay?”

Dante whined. “Please, Ollie.”

Ollie pulled back, his face and neck flushed, dimples framing his lust-laden grin. “Love it when you beg.”

Dante could tell. His words set Ollie alight. They made Ollie feel powerful and fed a need to be wanted that thrummed deep within him.

Experiencing Ollie’s reactions firsthand was enough to make Dante beg all day, but that wasn’t why he did it. His desire for Ollie to take care of him was engrained in his soul. Dante needed Ollie to see and accept every facet of him, not just the demon he showed the world.

And Ollie wanted to see it. The bond made it clear. Ollie was in awe that Dante chose to share himself and held the vulnerable pieces of Dante’s heart tenderly.

They fit together perfectly.

“Ollie, please. Tell me what to do for you.”

Ollie rose from Dante’s lap and stood between his spread thighs. “Take off your pants and let all your demon features out.”

Dante bit back another whine. “And will you strip for me?”

“Of course. I know you need it.”

Dante let his horns emerge from his hair. He unbuttoned his pants, and Ollie stepped back so he could stand and pull them off, along with his underwear. It didn’t take much to bare himself for his mate when he’d never bothered with a shirt.

He unfurled his tail from around his hips. Ollie’s eyes tracked the movement. Dante’s fire sparked, lust pooling inside him as he felt Ollie’s longing to touch it pulse between them.

Ollie stepped up to Dante, pressing their chests together, Dante’s bare cock poking Ollie’s stomach. “Your tail is so sleek. The same pretty silver as your wings and horns.”

Dante curled his tail around Ollie’s hip. “Mm. Do you like it?” Dante could feel the answer through the bond but wanted to hear it from Ollie’s lips.

“Yes,” he crooned. “It’s beautiful. You’re beautiful, Dante. I want to touch you everywhere.”

Dante released his wings, unable to hold them back a second longer.

“Your eyes,” Ollie whispered, peering at Dante from beneath fluttering lashes.

Dante blinked. “Are they glowing? ”

“Yeah.” Ollie reached out and caressed Dante’s cheek. “I didn’t know they could. It’s like dark fire. Were they glowing last night when you touched yourself?”

Pleasurable embarrassment wound through Dante. “I’d say so. I didn’t look in the mirror to check.”

Ollie spread his hands over Dante’s chest. “Is it because you’re turned on?”

He swallowed. “Partly. My inner fire is intertwined with my emotions.”

“I like it. I like every new thing I learn about you.”

Dante stood taller. He’d pleased his mate in a way he’d never expected. It was thrilling. Dante was addicted and needed more. “Will you take off your clothes so I can see you too?”

Ollie’s lips twisted in a mischievous smile. “I don’t know, will you beg for it?”

He’d do anything. “Please, Ollie. Please take off your clothes so I can see your naked body. Show me all of you and you can have anything you want from me.”

“Oh fuck,” Ollie gasped, fingers digging into Dante’s pecs. “Yeah, Dante. Baby, I’ll give you what you need. Don’t worry.”

He stepped back and pulled his shirt over his head. Excitement sizzled between them. Dante itched to touch Ollie, but Ollie was already moving on, undoing his pants and shoving them off his hips.

Ollie’s cock tented his boxer briefs, drawing Dante’s gaze. He traced the trail of light hair from Ollie’s waistband to his belly button and caressed Ollie’s soft stomach. He cupped Ollie’s hips, his skin erupting in goosebumps beneath his fingertips.

“That tingles.” Ollie shivered. “Your hands are so warm. And I’m already burning up.”

“Mm.” Dante mapped Ollie’s hips and stomach, gaze traveling to Ollie’s heated cheeks. His hand followed, tangling in Ollie’s blond curls. “I love the way you’re flushed red for me. You’re beautiful.”

Ollie bit his lower lip. “So are you. Though, I said that already.” He chuckled, soft and almost nervous.

Dante’s hand trembled as he stroked Ollie’s cheek. He could drown in Ollie’s bright eyes. “I can’t believe I’m touching you,” he whispered.

Damnation, Ollie wasn’t even completely naked. How much more would that undo him?

Ollie covered Dante’s hand with his. “Is this okay? Not too fast?”

Dante tightened his tail around Ollie. He’d waited long enough. “No, it’s perfect. As long as it’s not too fast for you.”

“Nah, like you said, it’s perfect. I want to do what feels right.” Ollie hooked his thumbs in his waistband and pulled his underwear down.

He straightened and his cock brushed Dante’s thigh. They both groaned and surged closer, arms tangling around each other.

Ollie pulled Dante into a kiss. His confidence made Dante want to fall to his knees.

Dante tightened his arms and tail around Ollie. His heart swelled and an ocean of feeling opened inside him.

He sensed Ollie’s desire to be even closer, tugging on Dante like a physical tether. Dante grabbed Ollie’s ass and hoisted him up, their cocks brushing as Ollie wound his legs around Dante’s hips.

“Dante,” Ollie moaned. He grabbed hold of one of Dante’s horns and rolled his hips, back arching.

Dante growled and Ollie swallowed the sound in a kiss. “Please, I need to feel you.”

Not that he wasn’t already, but he was greedy for more. He would never get enough of Ollie, not now that he was finally getting to know him after thousands of years.

“On the bed,” Ollie panted. “Get on top of me.”

Dante tossed Ollie onto the mattress and followed him down, settling between his spread thighs. He flexed his wings to the edge of the bed.

Ollie stroked Dante’s feathers, humming in satisfaction. “I love this. Love your wings and tail.”

Dante rumbled at Ollie’s praise, swelling with pride.

“Can I touch it?” Ollie’s gaze fell to Dante’s tail caressing his stomach.

“Yes.” Dante shifted his wings so they wouldn’t obstruct Ollie’s access to his rear.

Ollie ran his fingers along Dante’s tail, starting at the tip. Slowly, he trailed his fingers up, reaching around Dante’s back to touch the base.

Dante hissed and rolled his hips, rubbing his erection against Ollie’s.

“Oh, you really like that.” Ollie’s other hand tangled in Dante’s hair. “Your eyes flashed.”

“Touch me again, Ollie. I need you,” Dante moaned.

Ollie exploded with affection, sending hot emotion down the bond. “I’ve got you.” He grasped the base of Dante’s tail and stroked.

Dante dropped forward, pressing his forehead against Ollie’s. He rolled his hips, moving in time with Ollie’s strokes. The silky hardness of Ollie’s cock against his was as world-shattering as Ollie’s hand on his tail.

“Oh fuck, Dante.” Ollie writhed beneath him. “You feel so good. I feel so good. I…” he gasped.

Their pleasure danced together, turning the bond into a live wire about to blow.

“Please,” Dante begged. “Need you. ”

Ollie’s pleasure heightened as Dante begged, coiling around Dante. He panted, mouth hovering above Ollie’s, too lust-drunk to get their lips to meet in a kiss.

Dante wanted this to go on forever, but there was no way he’d last. He’d imagined sex with his bonded mate countless times, but his musings never came close.

Dante needed to come. He needed Ollie to come. Hell, was there even a difference when they were entwined?

“Yeah, Dante, I need it too,” Ollie groaned as he jacked Dante’s trail harder.

Ollie’s scent flared and Dante ground their hips together. His fangs ached, descending to their full length.

“Fuck yes.” Ollie’s gaze locked on Dante’s fangs, pupils blown wide. He arched his neck, exposing his throat to Dante, his hand faltering on Dante’s tail. “Bite me.”

Dante growled, lowering his mouth to Ollie’s neck. His fangs brushed Ollie’s skin, and Ollie whimpered, his hand jerking Dante’s tail with renewed urgency.

Licking Ollie’s sweet skin, Dante murmured, “My mate,” and Ollie convulsed below him, his whole body shuddering as desperate whimpers left his lips.

Ollie squeezed Dante’s tail tight. Everything in Ollie longed for Dante’s fangs to pierce his skin. It pulled on the bond, showing Dante how deep Ollie’s need to be claimed went.

It ran as deep as Dante’s.

He sank his fangs into Ollie’s neck, and Ollie cried out, bucking beneath Dante, his hand falling from his tail to grab Dante’s hip. Dante drank deeply, reveling in Ollie’s essence. He groaned, accepting Ollie’s pleasure and sending his back.

“Dante, Dante,” Ollie panted, working his hips frantically, their cocks slick with precum, sliding against each other.

Dante took another deep pull, gulping Ollie down, his heart bursting. Ollie gripped him tight, going rigid as hot cum spilled between them, pleasure overwhelming the bond from all sides. Dante came too, so connected with Ollie he could hardly tell their orgasms apart.

Dante shivered, groaning, and withdrew his fangs from Ollie’s neck. As the punctures closed, he licked the last drops of blood from his mate’s skin.

Ollie’s eyes were glassy, his lids at half-mast. He was fucked out and satisfied, a perfect reflection of how Dante felt.

Dante retracted his wings and lay back, pulling Ollie against him and wrapping his tail around Ollie’s thigh.

Basking in the afterglow of their orgasms, it felt like everything had worked out. Dante had reached a moment he’d dreamed of for far too long.

But that wasn’t quite true. The finality was premature. He’d promised Ollie they wouldn’t rush. Building a relationship was much more involved than blowing each other’s minds.

Dante closed the connection between them, silencing Ollie’s satisfied, sleepy emotions. They weren’t all the way there yet, but this in itself was exciting.