Page 36

Ollie’s eyes rolled back. He almost came. So did Dante. But Ollie pulled away, licking the wound on Dante’s neck until it disappeared. “Is that what you need, baby? My cock in you? Gotta claim you that way too?”

“Yes, you have to. Fuck, I can feel how much you like the idea.”

Ollie didn’t like it. He loved it. “I should have known you’d want me filling you as much as I need you inside me. You’re my mate. Let me guess, you’re vers too?”

Dante tangled a hand in Ollie’s hair. “Yeah, but I need you this way first.” Something vulnerable cut through all their pleasure, and Ollie held it like the precious piece of his mate that it was.

“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 up and 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 the bond. “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.

Ollie leaned over Dante, planting his palms on the floor on either side of Dante’s head. “Is this how you want me this first time? On your back and vulnerable?” Dante nodded, fangs poking out between his plush lips. Ollie leaned down and kissed him. “Good.”

Dante wrapped his arms around Ollie, and Ollie deepened the kiss, licking at Dante’s fangs and rolling his hips, rubbing their cocks together.

“You’ve found your mate, Dante. After so long, you can finally relax. I’m here now. I’ve got you.”

Dante went limp, pliant beneath Ollie, happy relief washing over them both. Ollie might not be able to get his head around how long Dante had waited—it was still overwhelming—but being here with Dante was big. That Ollie could understand. And that huge significance was okay.

Ollie wanted all of Dante’s overwhelming emotions. His demon wasn’t alone anymore. Ollie was ready to be here for him.

This was a partnership, not Ollie losing his identity in something he couldn’t fathom. It was him taking this big thing and fitting it between them. Making it theirs.

Ollie grabbed two pillows, one for Dante’s hips and the other for his head. “That’s better.” He adjusted the cushion beneath Dante’s head, caressing his horns and hair, chills traveling down his spine as Dante leaned into his touch. “My sweet mate.”

“I could say the same,” Dante murmured, eyelids half-closed.

Ollie kissed Dante deeply, trailing his mouth down his body, swirling his tongue around his dark nipples, and following his happy trail to the dark curls at his groin.

Ollie settled between Dante’s legs, reached for the lube, and coated his fingers.

Dante sighed, spreading wide as Ollie circled his rim, touching him like he was the most delicate thing in the world.

This time wasn’t about rough, frantic fun. It was about pampering his precious demon. Giving him all the softness he deserved.

Dante’s tail wrapped around Ollie’s waist. He fucking loved that. It was so sleek and pretty, and something about being cradled with it melted Ollie’s heart.

He pressed a slick finger into Dante, meeting little resistance. “There you go. So good opening up for me.”

Dante moaned, thrusting into Ollie’s touch.

Ollie massaged him, going deeper and adding another finger when Dante was ready.

The bond seemed to coil, tightening and sparking every time Ollie brushed that sweet spot inside his mate.

He stretched Dante, and the way their pleasure was shared, Ollie wouldn’t last long.

Fuck, he wasn’t even touching himself, and he was on edge .

“Please, Ollie. I’m ready.” Dante gripped the back of Ollie’s neck. “I need you now.”

“Yeah, fuck, Dante, I need you too.” Ollie slicked his cock and lined himself up, hitching one of Dante’s legs back beneath the knee. “Gonna make you mine, mate.”

“Mate,” Dante echoed, dropping his head to the pillow, horns digging into the carpet as Ollie pushed in.

Dante strangled his cock. Fucking hell, he felt good. So hot inside. Ollie gazed transfixed as Dante stretched around him. He took hold of Dante’s cock and stroked, thumbing his precum-slick slit. Ugh . It was almost too good.

“Yes, Ollie. Please don’t stop.” Dante groaned, arching into it and taking Ollie deeper.

Ollie’s focus shifted to Dante’s flushed face. His eyes were pools of shimmering darkness, almost no whites at all. Dante bit down on his lip, and a bead of red appeared beneath his fang.

“Fuck, Dante.” Ollie swiped the blood with his finger and licked it clean, the sweet drop mixing with the precum coating his hand.

Ollie wanted to stay like this for hours, caught between as their pleasure built. But he was making his mate wait, and he hadn’t intended to. Ollie thrust, working his way in with shallow rocking motions of his hips.

Moans spilled from Dante’s lips. “Fuck me, Ollie,” he pleaded, cupping Ollie’s ass as he sunk all the way in, and his tail squeezed Ollie’s waist.

Ollie groaned and buried his face in Dante’s neck. The scent of peppermint flared, and Ollie kissed every bit of skin he could reach, rolling his hips. “Like that, baby?”

“Yes,” Dante nearly sobbed, urging Ollie on with his hands, tail coiling impossibly tighter.

Ollie hooked Dante’s knees over his elbows and bent his demon in half.

He rolled his hips in a steady sensual motion that had his cock dragging slowly in and out.

The bond burned every time Ollie hit Dante’s prostate, and Dante dissolved into a begging mess, clutching Ollie’s shoulders, his wings twitching helplessly as he fell apart.

“Ollie, uh , yes, Ollie.” Dante’s glowing eyes didn’t leave Ollie’s face. He shuddered and came between them, setting off Ollie’s orgasm.

Ollie collapsed on Dante’s chest, panting and clutching his mate. “Filled you up. Now you’re mine. Fuck, I like taking care of you.”

Dante purred loudly, rubbing Ollie’s back in slow circles, his tail still secured around Ollie’s waist. “I like you taking care of me too. That was worth waiting millennia for. Thank you.”

Ollie bit back a grin. It was a ridiculous statement. No way he was good enough at fucking to be worth that kind of wait. It was too big a deal to make out of it, but it also wasn’t. Being worth the wait wasn’t about orgasms.

“No need to thank me, silly. It wasn’t a favor.” Ollie’s grin broke through, and Dante chuckled. “I won’t make you wait that long again, promise.”

“No, I don’t think either of us would survive that.” Dante ran his fingers through Ollie’s sweat-damp hair and the emotional connection between them dimmed.

“Wait.” Ollie lifted his head. “Don’t go yet. I want to keep you close a little longer.”

The bond opened back up, radiating an electrifying energy that gave Ollie whole body tingles.

Dante brushed Ollie’s cheek with his thumb. “You got it. Anything for you, mate.”

Ollie snuggled back down. He liked being mated. Who’d have thought? It wasn’t a burden at all.

Dante was a gift.