Chapter 6 #3
Zeke snarled a desperate, feral sound and flipped Milo onto his back, settling on top of him and pinning him down. “You don’t know what you’re saying. Once I claim you, it can’t be undone. We’ll be magically linked forever.”
Oh, he meant literally claim him, not just possessively fuck his brains out.
Still, Milo didn’t hate the idea. It excited him. He had a fated partner. Someone he could count on, and if they were destined for this, surely claiming each other would only make their lives better.
“You said this was fate. If fate brought us together after thousands of years, and it’s meant to be, does it matter if you claim me now or later?”
Zeke’s eyes flamed brighter. “It matters if we want it to.”
“What if I want all this to be for something? If buying that cursed gift and losing my job was part of some cosmic plan to bring us together, then I don’t have to feel shitty about it.
I don’t have to fight to believe that the life I chose was the right one.
I don’t have to worry that I’m not good enough.
Not if it’s all meant to be. You said things would work out. Is this what you meant?”
Zeke stroked Milo’s cheek. “Yes. You’re my mate, and you’re good enough just as you are. We’ll work the rest out together.”
“Then claim me.” Milo was jumping off a cliff, but unlike everything that had happened over the last couple of weeks, this felt like it was taking him somewhere he wanted to be. Not like his life was falling apart, but like it was finally coming together in a dizzying rush.
Zeke crushed Milo into a bruising kiss, his beard rough on Milo’s cheeks as his tongue worked its way into his mouth. Milo wrapped his legs around Zeke’s hips and thrust. He’d been half-hard since he’d been thrown into the nest, his cock coming to full attention as Zeke growled into his mouth.
There was a ripping sound, and Zeke pulled back, leaving Milo panting for breath.
Milo’s gaze raked down Zeke’s bulky chest and thick stomach to… Zeke’s bare cock, hard and red and pointing straight at him.
He’d ripped his own pants off.
Milo moaned, his hands fumbling with his jeans button. “Help me out here?”
“Mm, good idea.” Zeke batted Milo’s hands away and relieved him of his pants and underwear.
Milo managed to pull off the rest of his clothes, and when he emerged from his Santa shirt, Zeke pulled him close, skin to skin. Milo’s legs spread wide to accommodate him.
“Am I crushing you?” Zeke asked in his ear.
“Yes. It’s amazing.” Milo arched under him. “I need more. Plow me into the mattress. Into our nest.”
“Fuck.” Zeke growled and rolled his hips, rubbing their cocks together, his wings towering over them and sparkling in the fairy lights.
Something tickled Milo’s side, and it took him a second to realize Zeke’s hands were occupied, one in his hair, the other urging his hips into motion as they thrust.
“What’s that?” Milo panted, unable to see due to the way he was pinned down.
“This?” Zeke flashed a sharp smile—he had fangs!—and the tickling sensation increased.
“Uhh,” Milo moaned, pleasure tightening deep within him. His brain scrambled.
“It’s my tail.” A sleek appendage, black to match Zeke’s horns and wings, wound along Milo’s arm, then caressed his jaw and teased his lips. “It feels divine against your skin.”
Milo shivered. “So divine.”
Zeke’s tail ran along his lips once more, and Milo opened, drawing the tip into his mouth. Zeke shuddered against him, and Milo tongued his tail. Fuck, the way Zeke moved in response… It was almost like French kissing.
“Milo, you perfect little human.” Zeke’s eyes fluttered shut, and when they opened, they were glowing bright. “You could make me come doing that.”
Milo moaned. Fangs, tail, wings, horns, he wanted it all.
Zeke hiked one of Milo’s legs up, and his fingers delved between Milo’s ass cheeks, finding his hole. Milo whimpered at his touch. There was a sudden tingling, and then Zeke’s fingers were wet. He breached Milo with a steady thrust, pulling a gasp from him.
Milo released Zeke’s tail. “W-what?”
“Magic.” Zeke’s glowing eyes were full of mischief, and his fangs seemed to lengthen.
“Magic lube. Of fucking course.” Milo arched into Zeke’s touch. “Have you got magic condoms too?”
“There’s no need. I can’t catch or transmit anything.”
Milo’s head fell back as Zeke added another finger. “I’m suddenly a lot less mad at magic. Fuck. Right there.”
Zeke’s touch was electric.
He worked Milo open, not skimping on the magic lube, his tail trailing over Milo’s body like he needed to be everywhere at once. It wasn’t long before Milo was begging—no thoughts in his head but the need to be filled—and Zeke pressed the slick tip of his cock against his entrance.
Zeke’s eyes flamed as he thrust forward, stealing Milo’s breath. “My mate,” he rumbled. “Is this what you want, little human?”
“Yes.”
Milo scrambled for purchase. Zeke was splitting him open, and he had to hold on, the feeling so intense that he wanted to get away and be closer all at once.
Zeke pulled back and thrust, proceeding to fuck Milo into the nest, one leg held in the air to allow Zeke so deep inside that Milo believed he’d feel it forever.
The most beautiful sounds filled the air. Zeke growled like a… well, like a demon, and the bed grew so hot that it could have been on fire.
Milo was nothing but a ball of sensitive nerves.
His orgasm crept up on him, washing over him in a way that stole his vision and left him lightheaded.
Zeke rumbled and slowed his pace to a sensual undulation of hips, swallowing Milo’s helpless whimpers as he kissed him through it, fangs scraping Milo’s lips.
“Bite me,” Milo begged, words slurred, unsure where the urge came from but too needy to care.
“You’re ready to be mine?” Zeke asked, his voice rough and so tender it hurt.
Milo opened his eyes and smiled at his mate, feeling like he was floating on a cloud. “If you’re ready to be mine, then I’m yours.”
Zeke thrust his hips. “Mine.” He bared his fangs and bit Milo’s neck with a groan.
Milo shivered, renewed pleasure sparking in him. A well of affection seemed to open around him. Zeke stiffened and came, his fresh summer scent spiking in the air. Milo swore he could feel Zeke’s orgasm as if it were his own, which was wildly impossible.
Though maybe not. Magic seemed to spark between them, familiar yet completely unlike anything Milo had ever experienced.
Zeke drew back, red on his lips, and Milo pulled him into a kiss.
“Your turn,” Zeke purred, guiding Milo’s mouth to his neck. “Claim me.”
Milo’s heart skipped, chest tight with longing, and he bit without a second thought. Magic flared, wrapping them in a fizzing, sparking sensation. Milo’s teeth broke Zeke’s skin, and hot liquid filled his mouth, the taste of summer grass refreshing on his tongue.
Milo’s insides tightened as thrilling zaps of energy coursed through him and—he somehow knew—through Zeke too. Milo could feel Zeke as if they shared a body, and not just his physical sensations but the emotion that lay within him.
A connection opened between them, and Milo embraced it with everything he had.
Milo pulled back from Zeke’s neck with a groan as Zeke’s thrusts increased in intensity. He was still hard, his arousal seeming to do nothing but build along with the magic, and Milo met him frantically, thrust for thrust.
Zeke murmured in another language, but Milo could do nothing but chase his pleasure.
Their pleasure. Zeke kissed his neck, speaking directly into his skin, the sounds vibrating through him.
Milo could feel the words like they were alive, and he understood without knowing the language that Zeke was binding them, solidifying the magical connection blooming between them.
A sense of joyous relief and excitement overwhelmed Milo, and he knew in his gut that it came from Zeke. The demon shuddered on top of him, coming again, his orgasm traveling down their connection and into Milo.
Milo cried out as it engulfed him, and everything faded into bliss.
When he returned to himself, Milo was warm and sated with Zeke wrapped around him, holding him tightly, even his tail curled around Milo’s leg. But Zeke wasn’t merely holding Milo physically. It was like Milo’s very consciousness was being cradled in a sweet embrace.
“I’ve got you, little mate,” Zeke whispered in his ear.
“And I’ve got you.” Milo squeezed him. He was home with his demon in their nest, and he never wanted to leave.