“Mate,” I purr, wriggling my tongue into his belly button. “You could have just asked. I would have given it freely if I knew this was what you were feeling.”
He squirms and his hands press against the top of my head, his fingertips grazing my horns in a teasing caress. My cock aches and stiffens against my furry thigh, and I groan.
“Wait,” Mac gasps.
I frown. Heisunhappy.
“What’s wrong?” I’m barely able to resist the temptation of his stiff, cum slicked cock close enough to lick. “Are you displeased with my demon form?” I shimmer easily into a different shape, broad and rippling; my default human glamour. “Is this better?”
His eyes go wide again, and his cheeks turn a deeper shade of pink.
“Yeah,” he mutters, bobbling his head for a second before he stops and shakes it instead. “I mean, no, that wasn’t the problem.” He pushes on my head again, this time without the horns in the way.
I ease back to sit on the floor, the cement shockingly cold against the delicate human skin I’m wearing right now. My cock is still hard, but it’s wilting as confusion overtakes my excitement at finally having a mate after all these years. He tries to pull the ring off again, and when that doesn’t work, he tugs his pants up.
“I’ve… displeased you?” My large, broad shoulders sag, and the panic in his eyes stutters for a second into something softer.
“No, I just…” He shakes his head again and scrambles out of the chair, crawling over the arm of it to get up rather than put himself any closer to me. “I didn’t mean… Ah shit.”
Mac’s reaction is very confusing. He chose to put my mating ring on, so he must have wanted me. Maybe he’s just bad at communicating, but we can fix it. After all, we have the rest of eternity to work on it, and to become the best mates we can be to each other.
“I’ll make you happy,” I vow, and I can feel the promise of the words sealing around my tongue. Demons can’t break promises, and I wouldn’t want to even if I could.
“Cool, yeah. I’m just gonna go get some fresh air, okay?” He stumbles towards the door, his pants still hanging open and his eyes fixed on me like he’s afraid of what I’ll do if he looks away.
“I can come with you.”
“No. I’ll only be a minute.” He rubs the center of his chest, his brow creased. “Stay here.”
I nod as the door swings closed behind him.
This is so exciting. I have a mate. I can’t wait to start our eternity.
FIVE
MAC
Fuck,fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.
I gulp down fresh air, but it’s not helping. The tug in my chest is persistent, needy, pushing me to go back. When I glance at the ring adorning my finger, my skin erupts in a flutter of scales, my dragon purring.
“Oh, now don’t you start too. It’s a mistake.”
My attempt at reason doesn’t do shit as the continuous pull back toward my hoard intensifies. What am I supposed to do now? I stole Drax’s ring and now he thinks we’re mated? Excellent work on “step one: don’t make things worse.” Fuck me, why do I always find a way to ruin my own life?
The memory of his hot tongue snaking around my cum covered fingers, cleaning my flesh, spreads through me. My cock bounces with renewed interest and my dragon rumbles with approval.
No. Just because Drax is the hottest creature I’ve ever laid eyes on, both in human form and demon form, doesn’t meananyof this is a good idea. I tug uselessly at the ring again, whimpering.
I look at the door again. I have to go back in there and face this. I can’t leave a demon locked in my hoard room. There hasto be a reasonable way to navigate this. Somehow, I’ll get the ring off, give it back, and he can go on to find his actual mate. That’s a plan.
With shaky legs, I return to the room, carefully pushing the door open and stepping inside. I find Drax standing over a table of my treasures, his head cocked, and his human appearance faded away. His skin flickers with inner light, like a fireworks show, his spine is dotted with nodules that look soft and round, and his tail twitches back and forth. His body is covered with fur, but not entirely, revealing patches of delectable looking flesh.
His ass is a work of art. That thing is tight, round, and furry, bouncing every time his tail moves. My gaze follows the length of his body to the floor to see his feet. We can call them feet. “Hooves” is probably more accurate, but he does seem to have toes with sharp talons on the ends.
“Uh, Drax?”
He swings around, his gaze warming when he sees me. “Mate.”
