When Mynor finally reached Justin’s cock, Justin cried out and sank his fingers into Mynor’s hair. “Please…” he begged.
Mynor stuck out his tongue. The first touch of it against Justin’s cock was a revelation. Mynor licked a stripe from root to tip, and Justin’s hips jerked off the bed, a broken sound bursting from his throat. Mynor pinned his hips down, holding him in place as he took him fully into his mouth. He wanted to make this moment unforgettable for Justin. He wanted Justin to never want anyone else in his bed.
Mynor swallowed Justin down again and again, groaning in pleasure. The tension in his groin was a tight, screaming feeling.
“Mynor, please, I’m—I can’t?—”
Mynor released Justin with a wet, obscene pop. He moved over Justin again as Justin reached sideways for the small table by the bed. Mynor arched a brow when Justin took out a bottle from the drawer. He didn’t need to ask to know what it contained. When Justin held it out, Mynor took it.
The sound of the cap snapping open was deafening. Mynor slicked his fingers, his gaze locked on Justin’s.
“Turn over,” he ordered. He almost didn’t recognize his voice.
Justin rolled onto his stomach without hesitating, and when Mynor touched his entrance, he gasped and pushed back immediately.
Mynor worked him open with a patience he hadn’t known he possessed. He stretched him, scissoring his fingers, finding the spot inside him that made him whimper. Justin was pushing back against Mynor’s hand, pleading and moaning.
When Mynor slid his fingers out, Justin whimpered. Mynor soothed him with a hand down his back. Justin was ready, but Mynor wasn’t yet, so he quickly spread more lube over his fingers, then on his cock.
When Mynor started pressing into Justin, Justin turned his head, cheek pressed against the sheet, their gazes meeting.
Mynor flexed his hips, and the broad head of his cock pressed harder against Justin’s tight entrance.
Mynor held Justin at the hip, but he reached over to tangle the other one in Justin’s dark curls, holding him in place as he pulled him back for a kiss. At the same time, he pushed forward with his hips, and Justin slid down on him.
Justin gasped and reached back, digging his nails into Mynor’s thighs. The slight pain was delicious, and the sensation of Justin’s body opening for Mynor heightened it.
Mynor dropped his forehead against Justin’s shoulder. He pulled back just a bit, making Justin whimper. He drove forward again in a smooth stroke that made Justin cry out.
Mynor continued moving in a slow, grinding rhythm. He wasn’t frantic but deliberate, wanting Justin to feel as much pleasure as he could possibly give him.
When Justin sobbed, Mynor’s lips curled into a smile. “You like that?” he asked, angling his hips to strike the same spot again, and again, and again.
“Yes! Oh, fuck, Mynor, don’t stop—” Justin pleaded.
Mynor’s control began to loosen. His movements grew more urgent, his breath harsh as he panted. The bed creaked and bumped against the wall, and Mynor briefly wondered what Justin’s brothers were thinking right now.
He released Justin’s hair and trailed his claws down Justin’s side, watching as Justin’s skin rose with goosebumps. He reached around Justin, wrapping his hand around Justin’s leaking cock, stroking him in time with his thrusts.
Justin’s back arched. Mynor felt surrounded by him—his scent, his heat, his weight against him. It was everything he’d never dared to dream of, especially with Justin.
“I love you,” Justin gasped as he came, stunning Mynor.
Those words shattered Mynor’s restraint. He drove into Justin a final time, his body locking up as his release crashed through him. Justin’s body convulsed around Mynor, milking every last drop from him.
For a long moment, there was only the sound of their panting and the heavy heat between them. Mynor collapsed forward, taking Justin with him and twisting them so he wouldn’t squash his man. He nuzzled into Justin’s neck, his long hair sticking to Justin’s sweaty skin.
Mynor withdrew from Justin’s body slowly, but Justin still whimpered softly. Mynor didn’t go far. He pulled Justin against his side, dragging the soft blanket over their bodies. He pressed a kiss to the base of one of Justin’s short, dark horns, smiling when Justin sighed.
Mynor didn’t know what would happen next, if he’d ever go back to Hell or if his future was in the human realm, but none of that mattered. As long as he was with Justin, he didn’t care where he lived.
Chapter Twelve
Justin walked into the kitchen, smiling widely because he was home. He desperately wanted to go back to bed and sleep for three days, but he owed it to his brothers to explain what had happened to him. He also wanted to know what had happened to them. It had been a year since he’d last seen them, and while he’d been focused on surviving, he’d missed them.
At least he was clean and wearing his clothes. It made him feel more alive, and he couldn’t wait to get some good food into his stomach. He’d have to introduce Mynor to his favourite things to eat and a bunch of other things he was sure Mynor didn’t know. Oh, and they had to start planning how to get Alphan out of the underworld, but that could wait a few days.
Mynor was with Justin—Justin wasn’t letting him out of his sight anytime soon—and Justin had to resist the urge to laugh at the faces his brothers made when he and his demon appeared. They’d get to know Mynor, but Justin couldn’t deny he was intimidating.
