Chapter 9
CHAPTER 9
TEN
I gazed at Matthew's hole as it flexed, the pink pucker inviting me to slide my tongue inside, to explore every inch of my mate, inside and out. I didn't know if my cock would even fit inside him, but I was going to try my best, because I needed to be inside my mate, to claim him completely as mine.
Leaning forward, I licked a stripe from the back of his balls to his hole, and Matthew groaned under his breath, his legs moving restlessly beside me.
I wrapped my hands around his thighs, massaging them slowly as I licked his hole again, playing with the edges until he loosened enough to let me inside.
A groan escaped me when my tongue slid an inch or so inside and I got my first taste of him. It was a little musky, a little soapy, and all him. I slid my tongue in and out a few times before pushing further in, and Matthew gave a shout, making me stop.
"No, no, no. Don't stop. Please, Ten!"
Slick and pre-cum spilled out of me at his begging, and I redoubled my efforts, sliding my tongue all the way inside him before sliding out and doing the whole thing again.
On the third thrust, I changed my angle a little, and Matthew screamed as I hit his prostate, filling me with pride. I liked that I could make my mate lose his mind like this.
Pulling back, I licked around his hole, giving his supple ass cheeks some bites that would hopefully leave a mark.
"I can make you come just like this," I said, and my breath hitched as I saw how much he had to struggle just to raise himself up enough to look at me.
"Some other day. Right now, I want your cock inside me, and I want to be able to look at you when you do it."
The look in his eyes said he wouldn't change his mind, so I nodded before going back to his hole. When I'd loosened it as much as I could, I stood up and carefully flipped Matthew onto his back. He gazed up at me with eyes full of desire, and I leaned down to kiss him, unable to resist.
He sucked on my tongue, not caring—or maybe liking—that it'd just been inside his ass. As we kissed, I reached down and collected some of the slick leaking out of my pouch, and rubbed it over his hole.
Pulling back, I licked Matthew's chin before standing upright. Grabbing his ass, I pulled him to the edge of the counter, then rubbed some slick around my cock.
With our gazes still latched onto each other, I positioned myself at his hole, and then so very slowly pushed forward.
Matthew sucked in a breath, and if not for the determination in his eyes, I would've stopped. Instead, I kept pushing, and he bore down on me, making the head of my cock slide inside with a pop.
I gave him a moment to catch his breath as I ran my hands over his thighs, and when he gave me a faint nod, I moved.
Keeping my movements slow, I pushed deeper and deeper inside him, surprised by how much of me he could take. In my true form, I wasn't average by any means, and yet Matthew took almost all of me inside.
"I feel so full," he said with a moan as he wrapped his hand around his cock and squeezed as if he was in danger of coming just from that. "Fuck, if I could, I would keep you inside me all the time," he mumbled, sounding dazed, and my eyes fluttered shut as I imagined what that would look like.
It wasn't practical, and we'd probably never do it, but the fantasy of walking around the house with Matthew perched on my cock had me sliding out of him and thrusting back in as the urge to fuck him, to claim him, overpowered my senses.
"Yes, faster, faster, please, Ten!"
Grabbing Matthew's hips, I slammed into him hard before setting a fast pace, rubbing up against his prostate with every thrust. Matthew grabbed my wrists as if he needed to touch me, his nails digging into my hard skin as his cock bobbed between us, red, flushed, and leaking copious amounts of pre-cum. If not for the fact that I'd have to slide out of him, I would've leaned down to lick at his cock, but since I couldn't, I wiped some pre-cum off him with my finger and brought it to my mouth, humming at the salty taste of him.
"Fuck!" Matthew groaned as he gazed up at me. Then he shouted my name, arching up with his fingers still digging into my wrist as he spilled between us, his cum painting my chest and his as I hovered over him.
I fucked him through his aftershocks, but when I started to slow down, he shook his head, squeezing my wrist tighter. "Keep going. Fill me."
"Shit!" I grunted as I slammed into him again, his words all I needed to chase after my own orgasm. It didn't take long before I was following him over the edge, and I pressed into him one last time as my climax roared through me. Like he'd asked, I filled him with my cum, and Matthew moaned under me, holding on to my wrists for dear life.
We panted in unison as we caught ourselves, and I hovered over him, unwilling to move away from him just yet. I wanted to stay just like this, to keep Matthew safe from the rest of the world.
Unfortunately, that wasn't something I could do, so I reluctantly pulled back as my softened cock slid out of Matthew and back inside me, and he gave me a soft, sated smile.
"Shower?" I asked as I shifted back so I wouldn't destroy my house as I made my way through it.
Matthew pouted, as if he was sad I'd shifted back, then nodded, holding his arms out to me.
Smiling, I picked him up, and he clung to me like a koala bear as I carried him to the bathroom.
I loved this human so so much, and I needed to tell him.
Matthew
Having Ten inside me had felt...life-changing. He was so big, so thick, he'd filled me completely, leaving no room for anything else. He was all I'd thought about, all I was still thinking about, and I'd loved every moment of it.
If I thought about it, I loved every moment I spent with Ten.
Like now, when he was washing me with such care. After the intense fucking, this calm, sweet moment somehow felt just as intimate.
"Ten," I said, gazing up at him and smiling when his blue eyes met mine.
"Yes?"
"What we just did...I've never felt like that before. It was...it was out-of-this-world amazing."
Ten's lips curved up in a smug smile before his expression turned serious.
"It was like that for me too. I've never felt this way about anyone before."
I smiled at his words, my heart feeling like it was too big for my chest. The image made me think of something else, which reminded me…
"Oh my God, it's Valentine's Day today. I completely forgot. Happy Valentine's Day, Ten!" I said, grinning up at him, and he tilted his head at me, a smile on his lips.
"That's the day humans celebrate romantic love, yes?"
I nodded, and he seemed to debate something as his eyes roamed over me before he swallowed hard, and said in a hushed voice, "Happy Valentine's Day, Matthew. I'm very certain I've fallen in love with you."
My eyes widened, and I reached out, grabbing his hips and squeezing as I peered up at him. "You mean it?"
Ten nodded, and I smiled as I went up on my tiptoes to press a kiss on his chin. "I love you too. I never thought I'd meet someone like you, and I'm glad I accidentally texted you that day." Even if the text itself was the most mortifying thing I could've ever told him.
"So am I. I'm sure our paths would've crossed some other way if you hadn't, but I'm glad I got the opportunity to help you when you were in need of it."
I smiled because I knew he really meant it. There was no passive aggression with Ten, no emotional manipulation, no mean words hidden behind a thin veil of concern.
Ten was kind, sweet, and not what I'd imagine a demon would be like. From everything he'd told me, I got the feeling us humans had gotten demon lore very very wrong.
After our shower, I felt refreshed, and we decided to watch a movie in the comfort of Ten's—our—apartment.
When I discovered his couch could turn into a bed, I convinced him to shift so I could cuddle with him. It wasn't that we couldn't in his human form, but we both knew he preferred his true form, and honestly, so did I. His human form was a costume he wore to blend in, but it was this beautiful version of him that was his true self.
We curled up on the couch with Ten behind me, a thick scaly arm thrown over my middle, and we watched the movie— Godzilla , because Ten was extremely curious when I told him about it—for a full fifteen minutes before Ten's wandering hands distracted me enough that I turned around and pulled him into a kiss.
That led to me giving him a blowjob, and then he kept his promise and made me cum by eating my ass out.
Then we napped right there on the couch, all sticky and messy, and when we woke up, Hella had returned from wherever she'd disappeared to sometime in the night.
We took another shower, and Ten cooked me a lunch worthy of more kisses and another blowjob.
I'd never had as much sex in that short a time as I did that weekend, but I was addicted to Ten, just like he was to me. Ten said it wasn't the magic of the mate bond, that the bond never changed or amplified feelings, just made them clearer, so whatever it was—lust, love, need—it was pushing us at each other relentlessly. Not that I minded in the least.
"I'm going to be so sore tomorrow," I grumbled as we lay in bed, too exhausted to do anything but wait for sleep. I felt a little proud of the fact that I had driven even Ten to exhaustion.
"Oh, I can fix that," Ten said, placing a palm on my torso. He wriggled his fingers, and heat sank into me from where his skin touched mine, spreading through my bloodstream and making my limbs feel all warm and tingly.
"Oh, wow. That's handy," I murmured, feeling relaxed and loose-limbed in a way I hadn't in a long, long time.
Before I'd left my second job, I used to fall into bed utterly exhausted every single night, and I hadn't realized just how many small aches and pains I'd been carrying around until Ten took them away.
"Thank you," I murmured, and Ten smiled as he pulled me closer. Pressing my face into his leathery chest, I breathed him in, grateful to have him in my life.
"Glad I could help."
I fell asleep quickly after that, comforted by the knowledge that when I'd wake up, Ten would be right there, holding me to him with a tray of breakfast and coffee, and kisses from the demon I loved waiting for me.
I'd gone from sleeping alone on a shitty mattress on the floor of a shitty apartment to being warm, comfy on a soft mattress in a safe apartment, but all these good things would be nothing without the man at my side. I'd give them all up if I ever had to choose between them and Ten, but I didn't think I would.
I couldn't wait to see where life took us next— and spend many, many more Valentine's Days just like this.