He was naked in the street, Lucifer mounted on top of him, taking what he wanted. Dex thought he might pass out with the effort it took not to grab his cock. He might not even need to touch it at all. His body was on fire, so good he couldn’t hold back.
“Luc!” he wailed, voice loud and high-pitched.
The Devil withdrew his fangs. “Tell me you’re mine.”
“I’m yours. Please.Please.” Dex’s arms gave out, and he would have face-planted into the pavement if Luc hadn’t caught him.
Luc’s hand snaked along his chest and gripped his neck, his forearm secure against Dex’s sternum. His lips returned to Dex’s throat, brushing gently against his skin.
“Come for me,” he growled, then fisted Dex’s cock as his fangs sank back in.
Dex exploded. He couldn’t even tell what part of his body the orgasm came from. It was as if his very blood—his whole being—was the source of his pleasure. Dex sobbed. He couldn’t see. He could do nothing but feel.
Luc growled into his neck and worked his cock without mercy. Dex wasn’t even capable of humping into it. He had no control. Everything was Luc. His very soul belonged to Luc.
It was bliss.
When the oversensitivity started to hurt, Luc released his spent cock, and Dex didn’t know if he could be anything other than a whimpering mess ever again.
Luc pulled back, licking Dex’s neck as a strange sound, nearly a purr, emanated from his throat, his erection hard against Dex’s lower back.
Would Luc fuck him? Here in the street?
“I’m yours,” was all Dex could mumble. “Yours.”
19
LUCIFER
Luc scooped Dex into his arms. Dex’s pulse thundered, his breaths coming in short, shallow pants, and Luc’s body thrummed to the frantic beat.
Mine.
“Breathe with me, Dex.” Luc laid a hand on Dex’s chest. “Look at me. Deep breaths. That’s it. In. Out.”
Dex’s eyes locked on his, and he dutifully copied Luc’s breaths. At last, his heart rate began to settle. The steady beats grounded Luc—bringing them closer together—and took the edge off Luc’s potent need to claim all of his mate’s body.
Not in the street. Not yet, but soon.
Dex’s eyes fluttered half closed. He wrapped a loose arm around Luc’s neck, leaning his head against his chest.
So sweet, his little mate.
Luc’s heart clenched. “Hold on,” he whispered, the growl gone from his tone.
He launched into the air. Dex whimpered, clinging to Luc’s neck, and Luc only clutched him tighter.
His. Dex was his, and Luc was far from done with him. “I’ve got you. You’re mine, and you’re staying with me.”
Dex’s fingers flexed against Luc’s neck, and he pressed his face to Luc’s chest. “Yes.”
Luc’s wings pumped at full speed. Fire flared within him. He doubted he could have retracted his demon features if he’d tried. The need to claim Dex coursed through him, throbbing along with his own pulse and nearly blinding him.
He’d found his mate, toyed with him, hunted him, given him pleasure, and his mate had said he belonged to him.
The mating spell echoed in Luc’s mind as he landed in front of his loft and kicked the door open. Claiming Dex would be a perfect end to the night, but the bond had never been on the table, and instinct would never override reason.
Luc could want something and not take it.
