Bel laughed, placing his palms down on Atlas’s chest as he began to ride Atlas’s cock. “I mean it.” Pant. “I want to eat your ass.” Pant. Pant. “Make you come with my tongue.”
Damn this demon! Bel took control, leaving Atlas to hang on for the ride.
This was going to be over way too fast. Even if Atlas had just come, it was like having sex for the first time. Chasing that desperate feeling of needing to come.
Atlas grabbed Bel’s cock that was bobbing in front of him. He stroked his mate, making sure to mentally wish that his palm was slick.
Bel shouted and the wings burst open from his back. His red eyes were glowing.
Soon! Atlas knew it would be soon.
With the hand not jacking Bel’s cock, Atlas pulled Bel down.
Atlas kissed Bel hard then nuzzled his neck.
“Gonna!” Bel warned.
Atlas closed his eyes and made his wish. For Bel to wear his mating mark. He took Bel’s thick flesh between his teeth and bit down.
Bel shouted and hot fluid coated Atlas’s hands and stomach as he claimed his mate and came inside him.
* * * * *
Bel
Their bodies were still entwined and sweat drenched as they lay in his massive bed, still trying to recover from their mating. Outside the window, the storm raged on. Bel had managed to climb off Atlas’s cock to collapse onto the mattress. Atlas moved enough to drape himself across Bel’s bigger body and that was it.
Bel stared up at the ceiling, trying to ignore the chime after chime from both their phones somewhere in the room.
“Make it stop,” Atlas whined.
“I’m pretty sure that is mostly your phone,” Bel pointed out. Although, his had begun to chime with notifications first. Atlas’s cell just never stopped.
Atlas huffed. “How do they know?”
Bel ran his hand down Atlas’s naked ass and squeezed. “I think the storm gave us away. The higher the demon, the bigger the storm.”
“Ugh.” Atlas rubbed his face roughly against Bel’s chest.
“At least I remembered to put up boundaries around the house,” Bel shared. “Just imagine them popping in to congratulate us in person.”
Atlas groaned again. “We need food before we deal with them.”
“How about a mattress picnic?” Bel asked.
Atlas lifted his head. “Best mate ever.”
Bel preened a little. He had a mate. Atlas was his now. Lifting his hand, Bel fingered the mark that had been left behind by his mate. Bel was sporting a mate mark. It was almost hard to believe.
“It’s there, my mate,” Atlas said, like he could read Bel’s mind.
Bel sat up to give Atlas a proper kiss before nuzzling Atlas’s bare shoulder and the mark that he had left behind.
Atlas threaded his fingers into Bel’s hair, tilting his head back. “If you keep that up, we’re never going to get food.”
Bel nipped Atlas’s shoulder then drew back. He helped Atlas sit up against the headboard then straightened the blankets before a lavish spread of food and drink materialized.
“Score!” Atlas said, happily accepting a glass of champagne that Bel handed him.
