Page 20 of Dance in the Stones

“I’m not being careful.” Redford added another finger, crooking them just right. “I’m being thorough.”

Damon’s laugh broke into a moan. “I’m sure they’re one and the same thing.”

“Not even close.”

He took his time, working him until his mate was loose, ready, and practically vibrating with need. Only then did Redford slick himself and line up properly.

“Look at me,” Redford said, one hand cupping Damon’s face. “I want to see you when I claim you.”

Damon’s eyes locked with his, dark and wild and full of trust. “I’m yours, and you’re mine.”

“Yes,” Redford agreed, as he slowly pushed his cock into Damon’s body. The last part of the “touch” – the one act that would cement them forevermore in the gargoyle way.

Redford couldn’t go slow, although he really tried. The last thing he wanted to do was to hurt his mate. But between Damon’s urging and his gargoyle pushing him, his cock was fully encased in a far shorter time than it should’ve been.

“Are you…” Redford was being bombarded with sensations and not all of them physical.

“Don’t you dare ask me if I’m okay. Fuck me!”

As if Redford could do anything else. Sensations were crashing through him, and he knew Damon would be feeling the same. For the first time since he’d learned what sex was, Redford could feel everything that Damon was feeling – the stretch, the fullness, and the need that just kept growing.

Caught up in the feelings, Redford set a rhythm that had them both gasping. Every thrust fed back through the bond, amplifying the pleasure until Redford wasn’t sure how either of them could survive it. He shifted angles, found the spot that made Damon cry out, and aimed for it relentlessly, pushing his mate to the brink.

“There,” Damon managed. “Right there, don’t stop…”

“Never stopping.” Redford braced himself on one forearm, his other hand sliding between them to wrap around Damon again. “Never letting you go.”

He could feel Damon climbing toward the edge and felt his own release building in response. Their hearts beat in sync, their breathing matched, their pleasure tangled together until there was no separation left.

“Redford…”

“I know.” Redford thrust harder, faster, chasing the peak for both of them. “I’ve got you. Let go.”

Damon did, his release hitting like lightning through their bond. The sensation dragged Redford over with him, his own climax slamming through him with devastating force. For a moment, the bond between them burned so bright Redford thought they might actually merge into one being.

Then it settled, like a warm hug, solid and permanent beneath his ribs.

“Oh, my gods.” Redford collapsed onto Damon, breathing hard, trying to remember how his limbs worked. Damon’s arms came around him, holding him close, and through their bond Redford felt his mate’s contentment, his satisfaction, and his joy.

“Five hundred years I’ve waited for this,” Redford managed eventually. “Worth every second.”

Damon’s laugh rumbled through his chest. “Times ten or more for me, but still the same.”

They lay tangled together, neither willing to move. Redford’s gargoyle was finally content, and through the bond, he could feel Damon’s hound equally satisfied, no longer restless, just...happy.

“I can feel you,” Damon murmured, his fingers tracing patterns on Redford’s back. “Your emotions. It’s incredible.”

“Same.” Redford pressed a kiss on his mate’s shoulder. “You’re overwhelmed. Happy. A bit smug.”

“Of course, I’m smug. I got the most incredible mate in existence.”

“I feel the same way.” Redford finally found the energy to shift his weight, rolling to the side but keeping Damon close. “Though I’m not sure how I’m supposed to focus on castle renovations now.”

“We’ll figure it out.” Damon’s hand found Redford’s, their fingers interlacing. “Together.”

The word settled something else in Redford’s chest. No matter what happened going forward, he’d have Damon beside him, in his head, and part of his very soul.

“Although, after that, I could sleep for a week,” Damon admitted, his eyes already drifting closed.