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“Please, Ash.”

Ash knew what he needed. The bond telegraphed it loud and clear. He turned Harper’s head to the side and pierced Harper’s neck with his fangs.

“Oh, Ash.” Harper’s back arched. He grabbed Ash’s horns and fucked himself on Ash’s cock.

Pleasure radiated from his neck, pulsing in time with the pounding in his ass.Fucking Hell. Each gulp Ash took felt like getting his cock sucked.

Ash rumbled, drinking deeper, and Harper came, spilling bursts of cum onto his belly as his orgasm turned him inside out.

He saw stars, and nothing had ever been more beautiful.

32

ASH

One week later.

Ash pulleda tray of pastries out of the oven. Look at that golden-brown color. He’d fucking nailed the recipe.

He set the homemade berry Danishes on the counter beside Harper with the air of a demon who’d conquered impossible odds for his mate.

“Wow, these look amazing.” Harper beamed, his appreciation worthy of Ash’s not-at-all-inflated view of his baking skills.

“I think you’ll find I can make all your favorite treats.” Ash set the oven mitts down and puffed out his chest.

Harper giggled. “I’m sure you can. But how are we going to eat all these?”

“Dante will hoover them up if you’re not careful. His sweet tooth is revolting.”

Harper nodded, no doubt having noticed Dante’s preference for candy and cake over real food. “Maybe I should take some for Ollie when I go home.”

“By all means.” Ash plated a pastry and slid it over to Harper. “Am I still coming over for dinner tomorrow night?”

Harper rolled his eyes. “Yeah, obviously.” He paused. “Ollie was wondering if Dante is coming with you.”

Ash sensed hesitance through the bond. “Do you not want Dante to come?”

“No, I do. I like hanging out with him.” Harper turned his plate in idle circles. “What does Dante think of Ollie?”

“He hasn’t really said.”

All Ash managed to get out of Dante was that he was pleased Harper had a trusted friend. It was odd.

Harper bit his lip. “I want us all to be friends, but it could get messy with Dante looking for his mate and Ollie having no idea that’s a thing and flirting with him.”

“Dante will let him down kindly if he has to.” Unless Dante’s strange avoidance was because he’d sensed something in Ollie and was trying to figure out what it was.

Would Dante hide it if he suspected Ollie was his mate? It was hard to imagine Dante not shouting it from the rooftops immediately. Ash pushed the idea to the side. He wouldn’t pester Dante for an explanation. At least not yet. If Ash had this all wrong, he didn’t want the reminder to hurt Dante.

After all, what were the chances Ollie was Dante’s mate?

Harper took a bite of his pastry, and his eyes rolled back. “Oh fuck, Ash. This is so good.”

Ash purred, brushing sugar from Harper’s chin.

Pleasure zipped down the bond.

Ash wrapped an arm around Harper, warmth blooming everywhere they touched. They’d spent most of the last week in bed, except for the evenings when Harper went home to hang out with Ollie.