Page 99 of Demon's Mate

Ash’s cock stood at attention, demanding entrance to his mate. It could wait. He closed his fist around Harper’s hard length and stroked him, eliciting a chorus of beautiful moans. Ash’s tail thrashed and his wings flexed. What music his mate made.

“You’re going to make me come too soon,” Harper gasped as Ash twisted his fist around Harper’s precum-slick tip.

“Not too soon, sweet,” Ash murmured in his ear. “I’m going to make you come so many times you won’t know your own name.”

Harper let out a strangled wail and thrust his hips. Ash wiggled his tail between Harper’s ass cheeks and pressed against his hole. Harper came on the touch, jerking in Ash’s hand and covering Ash with his cum.

“My eager mate,” Ash cooed. “So desperate for me.”

“Yes.” Harper clutched Ash’s shoulders. “Please mate me, Ash.Please.”

Dropping his head back, Ash groaned. “I’ve got to get you ready first.” He grabbed a washcloth and soap and got to work.

Ash caressed every inch of Harper’s skin, from his soft cock to his toes, then up to his face, washing his mate like he was the most precious thing in the world. Because he was.

Harper moved with him like he was drunk on lust, pliant and unsteady on his feet, trusting Ash to do whatever hewanted. He let out a symphony of soft sounds, and Ash kissed each one from his lips.

When almost all of Harper was clean, Ash turned him to face the tiled wall. “Brace your hands here.” He positioned them above Harper’s head, and Harper complied.

Ash rubbed the soapy cloth over Harper’s round ass, then delved between his cheeks. Harper sucked in a breath and pushed back, arching his spine. Ash cleaned him and rinsed the suds away before kneeling behind his flower and spreading his cheeks.

Harper’s exposed hole twitched, and pleasure coiled in Ash’s core.

“Ash,” Harper groaned, pushing his ass farther back.

“I’m right here.” Ash leaned forward, pressing his face between Harper’s cheeks, and kissed his sweet hole, the scent of mountains, bluebells, and sex as intoxicating as the feel of his mate against his lips.

Harper groaned, long and low, as Ash lapped at him.

Ash squeezed Harper’s ass and worked his tongue like it was his purpose in life. But wasn’t it? He lived to please his mate, to connect with him. To give everything to this sweet, strong man.

Ash pressed his tongue inside Harper, one of his hands finding Harper’s cock hard and leaking. He fucked Harper with his tongue, jerking him off as more of those perfect sounds filled the room.

“Oh fuck, Ash.” Harper thrust back into his face, then forward into his fist. “Ash, please.Please.”

Ash groaned, and Harper came, his hole dancing against Ash’s mouth.

“Holy fucking shit.” Harper sagged against the wall, looking over his shoulder with heavy-lidded eyes.

Ash stood and pulled Harper against him. “You taste sweet, flower.”

“Fuck,” Harper groaned, lips twitching. “You broke me. That was so good.”

Ash lifted his chin. He was pleased with himself, but so what? He’d earned it. “Seems we’ll be doing that again.”

Harper’s damp lashes fluttered. “Oh, we definitely are.”

Ash grinned and quickly washed himself. Harper grasped Ash’s aching cock and stroked, teasing his slit and playing with his balls.

Ash’s orgasm threatened, and he caught Harper’s hand. “Not until I’m inside you.”

Harper shivered. “Okay.”

Ash shut off the water and toweled them both dry. He led Harper to the bedroom, pausing in the doorway. His fingers tightened on the doorjamb, shaking slightly. He was about to claim his mate. He’d thought this would never happen.

Harper slipped past and filled his vision, cupping his cheeks. “Are you okay?”

Ash nodded, his throat tightening. “I never thought I’d find you. Harper, I…I want everything for you.”