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Chaol had said he was strong. Maybe he’d never met anyone he could give himself over to in this way. Maybe he’d always been expected to seek his own pleasure with selfish lovers who did the same, unable to trust anyone to put his needs first.

Studying Chaol’s face, Daniel moved his hips, finding a rhythm as Chaol’s eyelids fluttered in ecstasy. Yes, he loved this, and Daniel loved giving him what he wanted.

He moved at a slow and steady pace until Chaol was writhing beneath him, bucking his hips in an attempt to hasten his rhythm. Daniel quieted him with a deep, sloppy kiss, teeth clashing and sucking on each other’s tongues as pleasure mounted between them.

“Danny, please, more,” Chaol finally begged, his hands tightening into fists.

“Okay, baby.” He released Chaol’s arms, and he sat up at once, changing the angle and wrapping Daniel in his arms. Like this, Daniel’s cock rubbed up against Chaol’s abs with every thrust.

Now, they worked in tandem, with Chaol rutting up into him as Daniel rocked down. He could have kept going for hours, but Chaol’s teeth sank into his shoulder, and claws pricked against his back as Chaol filled him with molten seed. The heat building slowly between them crested, exploding under his skin, and he muffled his cry in the curve of Chaol’s neck, painting their stomachs with cum.

In the aftermath, they clung to each other, sweaty and boneless.

Fingers carded through his messy curls. “You’re perfect, my darkling.”

A besotted smile curled Daniel’s lips, and he raised his head as the color returned to Chaol’s face. He brushed Chaol’s cheek softly. “Do you know your skin always gets really pale when we have sex?”

“Do you know you make it very hard to control myself when we have sex?” Chaol rejoined.

Daniel chuckled. “You make that sound like a bad thing.”

Chaol’s eyes softened. “Not at all. Maybe if you were human, because my claws and teeth would do more damage.” He lifted one hand, revealing bloodstained fingertips from where his claws had punctured Daniel’s back. “But you’re not human, and you’re right, you can handle it. Even if my first instinct is still to protect you and be gentle with you.”

Daniel licked the black blood from his index finger. “I don’t need you to protect me or be gentle with me. I just need you. Every bit of you. The part that wants to protect me, the part that wants to sink your teeth and claws in, all of it. I want it all.”

“You have it,” Chaol whispered. “I don’t understand it, but I’m yours. I think I was the moment I laid eyes on you.”

Daniel kissed him. “Good. Because I’m yours, too.”

Chaol’s sigh sounded like relief. “I’m glad. Even if we have to get up and face the music eventually.”

“Not just yet,” Daniel said, snuggling closer. He wasn’t ready to face the world and all its questions yet. “I want a few more minutes of this.”

Chaol’s arms tightened around him.

Chapter 17

Chaol

It was midday before they finally made it out of bed. They dozed for a while, limbs tangled together, and then sleepy kisses had quickly grown heated. Chaol had wanted to taste him, sliding down Daniel’s body to suck him off, then Daniel sat up and redirected him so they could suck each other at the same time. He’d pressed a finger inside Daniel only to have three pushed mercilessly inside him in return. Daniel had a sadistic streak, and Chaol had never been so grateful to have a cock in his throat, because he would’ve screamed when he came without it, his free hand squeezing Daniel’s hip with sharp claws as he shuddered and writhed. Daniel’s gagging throat convulsed around him, and a few moments later he spilled down Chaol’s throat, too.

Chaol had sworn to himself they would get up then, right after they had a few minutes to catch their breath, but somehow he’d wound up facedown on the mattress with Daniel pounding into him instead, sucking the blood from the bite wounds he was leaving on his shoulder blades.

The sheets were ripped and stained with blood and cum when it was over, Daniel nuzzling him tenderly as his cock softened inside Chaol’s deliciously abused hole. His weight blanketed Chaol’s back.

He’d never felt so wanted in his entire existence. Daniel was feral for him. Couldn’t get enough of him. He might’ve been the more powerful demon, but Daniel’s desire made Chaol feel like the most powerful demon in the world. Every touch, every look, every taste was laden with hunger. Chaol hoped neither of them ever had enough to sate them.

“Mine,” Daniel murmured.

“Hell yeah,” Chaol agreed wholeheartedly, preening. He flicked a strip of ripped sheet away from his face. “We might owe Julian and Valac some new sheets.”

Sounds of life filtered up from downstairs. Their hosts were awake, which meant Valac, at least, had probably heard some of their amorous activities. Chaol couldn’t find the energy to care.

Daniel sighed, his breath gusting through the hair just above Chaol’s ear. “I guess we should get up for real now.”

“I don’t know, do you think you can manage to keep your hands off me for that long?” Chaol teased.

He should’ve known better—although he really wasn’t complaining when Daniel’s hand slipped under his body to wrap around his spent cock, stripping him with long, quick, achingly tight strokes. Chaol whined, twisting his hands in the ruined sheet and arching his back. Daniel’s hips joined the rhythm of his hand, widening his thrusts until he had to let go and plant both hands on either side of Chaol’s head. The slap of skin filled the air, and the headboard banged against the wall. Chaol barely gave a passing thought to what their hosts would think as another orgasm crashed through him. He bit down on Daniel’s forearm to keep from screaming, his hands flailing behind him to grab Daniel’s hips. They ground down hard as Daniel came, and Chaol groaned, holding him still.