“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 desirefor 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.”
