I don’t even have to think about that offer. “Can I fuck your face?”
A low rumble shakes the room. “I’d be disappointed if you didn’t.”
He helps me sit on the edge of the pool, butt cushioned by a towel, and slips into the pool in front of me. It’s a shallow pool that allows him to kneel or crouch eye level with my dick, and I figure out which when he pulls my foot up to rest it on his knee. He pulls my short leg over his shoulder as he bends to take my mostly hard dick into his mouth.
He sucks with the perfect amount of pressure to really stoke my fires, rolling his tongue along the underside of my shaft. As soon as I’m fully hard, he pops up, looking up at me with an innocent smile that could charm the socks off a church lady. “Jus’ remember, Peach, ya cain’t hurt me. Fuck me as hard and deep as ya like.”
“Oh fuck,” I hiss, grateful for the permission as I grab two fists full of his hair and pull him back onto my cock.
Immediately my short leg gets in the way, so I spread my thighs, leverage my hips using my other leg, and pull his head down, shoving my cock as deep down his throat as possible. The sound of him choking freezes me for a moment, but when I try to push him off my cock, he resists, letting me know I’m doing what he wants.
“It’s a good thing I want that too.”
It takes me a few tries, but I eventually find a rhythm of push and pull that gets me as deep into his throat as I want to be without losing my leverage or my balance. Every time he swallows around my cock, I swear I’m going to shoot, but then I pull him up, and his tear stained face, red from use, strikes me in the heart, and those pretty brown eyes delve deep into my soul, and it gives me the stamina to thrust one more time.
My balls draw up, and the tingle of impending lighting warns me that I really won’t last another minute. I pull him off my cock, holding him in place as I shuttle my hand over my shaft, taking myself straight to the edge and over into bliss. I shoot my load all over his face, rubbing out every last drop of spunk before pushing my cock back between his delectable lips.
He’s wrecked, a beautiful mess, covered in the evidence of my ardor, and fuck if it’s not the single most important thing I’ve ever seen in my life. It’s a realization that hits me like I didn’t already know we were mates.
This man is mine.
“I’m never going to forget this moment, and now I wish I could take a picture of it. You’re mine, Darcy. You know that, right? I’m yours, but you’re also mine.”
Darcy blinks slowly, smiling softly. “You only just realized?”
I huff softly, laughing at myself. “I’m not the possessive type.”
Darcy shifts us, standing up face to face with me. “I had noticed that, and yes, Peach. I’m yours.”
Despite the mess on his face, or more accurately, because of it, I pull him in for a heated, sexy, passionate kiss, saturating my tongue in the taste ofmine.
Who knew a boy like me would find my forever this week? And hey, we saved the universe too—good karma all around.
EPILOGUE
DARCY
I fuckin’ love watching Peach walk ahead of me. That ass got its hooks in me from the moment I landed in Hell. That image of him chatting with a soul splitter trying to manipulate him into walking willingly into Hell’s version of ICE will be a core memory for me for the rest of my life.
Unfortunately, since that first encounter, I have learned not to trust my mate with his own safety. The man really will stare into the barrel of a .45 thinking the man on the other side of the trigger just needs some therapy and a hug. He’s crazier than Romily, and that’s a pretty high bar to leap over.
“Crispin, what are you doing here?” my kind, loving, beautiful, stupid mate asks the man pointing a gun in his face.
I flex my hand, activating the spell that I carved into my bones that turns my fist into a deadly weapon.
“Move b-back, Elijah. I’m not j-joking around. I’ll shoot you,” Crazy Crispin stutters, pushing my lover toward our house.
The wards activate with me and Peach on one side of them and Crazy Crispin on the other. I could let it go. We could walkinto our house and he’d never be able to follow, because these wards keep every being with bad intentions toward us out of our space, but that would leave a man having a psychotic break on the sidewalk where anyone could set him off, and that would upset my mate. So I can’t do that.
“Stay behind the wards,” I order Peach, pointing at him so he knows I’m serious. “You’re not dying by bullet wound today.”
Peach frowns, grabbing my finger and holding it. “It’s not like I wouldn’t get better. You have murder face. It’s not Crispin’s fault.”
I roll my eyes at that. Sure, my mate has some potent feu follet magic, but Crispin made choices, and then he made more, and now he’s making another. The magic isn’t forcing him to do this, he decided to do it, and the magic supports his decision because feu follet magic is nothing if not encouraging.
It’s no wonder Peach is the most supportive person on the planet.
“Crispin made choices, and now it’s my turn.” I ain’t gonna let this fucker keep doing shit that interrupts the few dates I get with my mate. “How long you known him?” Not that it matters, but I’m making a list of all Peach’s exes so I can tag any of the ones I should be concerned about.
