18. Austin

Chapter eighteen

Austin

I ’d felt him before I’d heard him enter the bedroom, acutely attuned to his energy. It sounded ridiculous, but after the events of the day, I needed comfort.

After Conrad had led me away, the screams of the men ringing in my ears, I’d looked back despite his warnings.

I’d expected to be horrified by what Dante was doing to them, but I kept watching him, awestruck.

He moved with such grace and wielded the sword easily. He was not new to using one. One by one, the men fell, but the moment the giant confronted him, my heart leapt into my throat. Would this be the end of him?

I needn’t have worried. The man was no match for Dante, who took him down as Samson had done with Goliath.

But when he killed Nick, my stomach lurched, and I threw up the meagre contents of my stomach.

That had hit me more than anything else I’d seen that day. Maybe it was because I knew Nick.

We went home and said goodbye to Grandpa, but I was a mess, especially because I didn’t know when it would be safe for me to see him again.

The ride to the casino passed in silence, and we said nothing when we walked into the apartment. I wanted nothing more than to shut myself away and cry into the pillow.

I’d fallen asleep eventually, but the second Dante entered the room, I was awake. What would he do? Would he come to me? But he tiptoed to the door. Disappointment rolled over me.

“Dante?”

“What do you need?” You. I need you, but I couldn’t say that. Instead, I asked for comfort.

“I need you to hold me. Can you do that for me?”

He hesitated. I knew he was torn about joining me in the bed, but he kicked off his shoes and lay next to me.

“Hold me, please.” I snuggled into his side and rested my head on his chest, the solid thud of his heart in my ear.

Why was I surprised? Why did I think the devil wouldn’t have a heart?

“How are you feeling now? Conrad said you watched it all.” His voice rumbled in his chest.

“I’m okay, I guess. Sad because I don’t know how long this will go on for. I can’t put my life on hold indefinitely.”

I cuddled closer and threw my arm around his waist. His heart picked up pace, and his breathing became shallow.

How long had it been since I’d been in bed with another man?

Far too long and feeling his taut body next to mine, I reacted in a way any horny guy would. My cock swelled, and he shifted his leg, causing more friction.

I held my breath. What would he do? Would he shrug me off?

“Don’t start something you can’t finish.” His voice was thick.

Oh, if I started it, I’d be finishing it, and my cock absolutely wanted to start it.

I snuck my hand under his shirt, and his muscles tightened. I’d seen them once and traced each one with my fingers.

I wanted him so badly, wanted to crawl over him, wanted to carry on the kiss I’d so abruptly ended last time. Would he push me away?

Only one way to find out.

I climbed on top of him and straddled his hips. He pinned me with his gaze, the orange of his eyes glowing in the light.

He was perfect in every way. It was difficult not to see the beauty of the fallen angel he was.

Images of a ferocious, ugly devil, debunked by the man who lay beneath me. His skin was so pale and soft, no blemishes to be found. I ran a crooked finger down his cheek and, as he closed his eyes, traced the line of his mouth.

The angel mark throbbed, and a voice in my head whispered to me, insisting he was mine to take. Was that true? Why did I feel this burning fire inside? Why did I want him so much?

For a start, he needed to be naked. I was just in my underwear, but he still had his trousers and shirt on. They had to go.

I stroked down his arms and took his hands in mine, interlocking our fingers. His breath hitched. Had anyone had taken the time to do this. Despite his reputation as a seducer of men and women alike, had anyone taken the time to make love to him?

I was sure they had, but I didn’t want this to be an emotionless fuck. This meant something to me. He meant something to me. From the moment I’d seen his face, something had shifted inside me. A fierce compulsion to touch had taken over, but I’d refrained, especially after what he’d done.

But now, the fire inside needed to be quenched or stoked. I wasn’t sure which. I only knew he could do that for me.

“Do you feel it?” I asked.

“If you mean the urge to take you as mine? Then yes, I feel it too.”

My face flushed as his cock grew against mine.

I leant down and gently brushed my lips against his, his soft moans spurring me on.

With our hands still joined above his head, I nibbled and licked his jawline. He squirmed beneath me. I nuzzled the soft skin behind his ear and kissed down his neck and along his collarbone.

The shirt needed to go.

I released his hands and sat back. I stroked him beneath his T-shirt, his body quivering at my touch.

“Help me.” He sat forward, and I pulled the shirt over his head, revealing toned muscles. I threw it to the floor, my gaze never wandering from the V-line that had so tempted me before.

I traced it with my fingers, and the bulge in his trousers grew. I longed to see his cock again, feeling it sliding down my throat, cutting off my breath, and I wanted that again.

No, I wanted him inside me, filling me with his release. Only then would the intense burning be extinguished.

I shifted back a little, allowing me to undo his trousers.

“Here, let me.”

One moment I was straddling him. The next I was on my back, and Dante was naked, kneeling above me.

“How?”

“A perk of being the devil. I can shift through time and space if I so wish. This was a piece of cake.”

Oh my. His cock was a thing of beauty, and I imagined it filling me. I rolled my hips and clenched my arse as he stroked himself.

I wasn’t ready for him yet, but I would be. It had been a while since I’d had a cock up my arse, and the thought it was about to happen again excited me, but not like this. I wanted to be in control, wanted to be on top.

I sat up, my face close to his. “I like to be on top.”

“Oh, you do, do you? Well, not this time. I’m in charge.”

Was I good with that? Too fucking right I was.

He pushed me, and I sank back into the bed, wondering what came next. During our last encounter, he’d been forceful. I’d loved it and hoped he’d take the lead again.

“Spread your legs wide. I want to taste you.”

He pinned me with a feral look, and I was powerless to defy him, so I widened my legs as far as they would go, revealing myself to him like I’d done with no other.

I yelped as he licked me from root to tip, then sucked the head of my engorged dick into his mouth. He grazed me with his teeth, not to hurt, but it sent a tingle to my balls. I arched my back, pushing more of me into his mouth, my want overcoming anything else.

He pressed my hips down, allowing for no movement. I fisted his hair with one hand, gently stroking his horns with the fingertips of my other, surprised at their warmth.

He pulled off, a string of saliva connecting us. I was so turned on and could barely breathe.

Gripping my thighs, Dante pushed my knees to my chest and growled.

“Fuck, yeah.” He lay on the bed and attacked my hole with his tongue. He licked and lapped at it, loud slurping sounds filling the room. His hands kept my legs aloft, giving him access to it all.

I writhed beneath him, unable to contain my cries. Dear God, but if he carried on like that, I’d be done within minutes.

Without warning, he inserted a slick finger. I almost shot off the bed.

“You like that?”

Yes, I fucking liked it. He could do that all day long, and I’d never get tired of it, but it wasn’t fingers I wanted.

“I want your cock, Dante.”

“All in good time.” He dived back in, working me open with his tongue and fingers until I was ready for him.

“Now you get on top.”

He shifted onto his back, and when I could finally see straight, I climbed on top of him, but I wasn’t ready yet to succumb to him.

I kissed him, nipping his full lips. A bead of blood appeared. Oh fuck, what had I done?

“Hmm, you like to play rough. Me too.”

He sank his teeth into my neck, not hard enough to break the skin but with enough force to hurt. He worked his way around to the other side, kissing and biting. Flashes of need shot to my erect cock nestled between our bodies. It pulsed next to his, but it was no longer enough.

I broke away from him and sat up. He gripped my wrists tightly and held me so our cocks were touching. I liked it far too much. Sex had always been lacklustre, fulfilling a need but never satisfying me. But I knew that sex with Dante would be something to savour.

“I’m not going to be gentle.”

“Don’t be.”

He released my hands, and I leant forward, my hands on his hips for support. I lowered myself onto his cock.

I’d never had unprotected sex, but it was too late to stop now. As if reading my mind, Dante spoke.

“No need to worry about anything. I carry no diseases that can cause you harm.”

I nodded and, with my knees on either side of his hips, dropped lower. It burnt, but not from lack of lubrication. I was stretched so wide I thought I’d split, but I gritted my teeth and carried on. Finally, the huge head entered me, and I sighed with relief. His shaft was thick, but I took it effortlessly and slowly descended until my arse met his groin.

I was deliciously full, and I glanced down at the swell in my lower stomach where he filled me so completely.

Reluctant to move, I sat for a while longer, waiting for the discomfort to ease. He rubbed my thighs in a thoughtful gesture, not once forcing himself deeper.

He took my hands in his and laced our fingers.

“Move.” I rose an inch or two, then slammed my body back down again.

Fuck, that felt good. I did it over and over, each time lifting myself higher until he was almost out of me. Faster and faster, I rode him, holding on to his hands.

But it wasn’t enough. I needed him deeper.

My dick bounced between us, precum leaking from the end, dripping onto his stomach and mingling with the light smattering of hair.

I climbed off him. He had a deep frown on his face. Fuck, had that been the wrong move? But when I got on all fours and presented myself to him, he understood what I wanted.

His cock nudged my hole again, and without wasting another second, he thrust deeply. I’d never taken a cock so big, but he’d prepared me so well he slid inside smoothly.

Each thrust pushed deeper inside me, stretching my hole to its capacity. His movements forced me farther up the bed until I had to brace myself on the headboard to prevent me from banging my head.

I’d never been fucked so thoroughly in all my life. My heart beat so hard I feared it would crack a rib.

“This is not enough.” Dante sat back on his heels, his hands resting on the bed behind him, and took me with him until I was sitting on his lap, his cock still buried deep.

We carried on fucking. He drilled into me, and I gripped my dick and stroked until I felt I would explode.

A large hand came to my neck, and for a moment, I froze. The last time he’d done this, I’d lain dead for a few moments. Please. This couldn’t be the end.

He clenched tighter, and my breath limited, but as my air ran out, I floated. I still felt him pounding away, but I drifted into oblivion, and I was content. Not at all worried that Dante would once again end my life.

He squeezed and fucked me so hard I blacked out for a moment. The sensation of his hot release filling me brought me back.

My cock erupted, sending streams of white, creamy spunk onto the sheets.

He released my throat, but I took hold of his hand and slammed it to the birthmark on my chest. During our time together, it had throbbed with an intensity I’d never felt, yet this was the right thing to do.

I knew it deep inside.

I looked down at my skin, which glowed as before. Loud thunder crackled overhead, and the lights in the room flickered, then died, plunging the room into darkness.

I didn’t pass out, but instead, calmness and completeness rolled over me, a sense of belonging I’d never felt with anyone. Growing up, I’d always felt like an outsider, but right now, I felt I’d come home, that this was where I was supposed to be.

What had I done? I’d not consulted Dante, only done what I thought was right. What if it wasn’t?

But just when I thought I’d ruined everything, his arms surrounded me, and he kissed my neck, then whispered in my ear.

“It was the right thing to do. We are bonded. We are complete.”

What the fuck did that mean?