Chapter 205

Chapter 205: Chapter 205

Dulce frowned lightly, pressed chest to chest, he could feel Caedos’ heartbeat thump through his body. There was no responding beat... that was right, Vampires’ hearts were cold.

He felt more than heard the word breathily whispered into the curve of his neck.

’Mate’

A soft cry was wrenched from Dulce when the Demon bit down, it felt like being branded. It didn’t hurt as much as it burned, the heat seeped into his blood like poison, yet it was mild compared to the white-hot pleasure that swept over him next.

A much louder cry spilled past his kiss-bitten lips, his fingers unconsciously dug into Caedos’ shoulders, his back arching as his orgasm was swept underneath the overwhelming pleasure.

It took a while for Dulce to recover, when he did, his misted eyes were a soft red. He stared up at Caedos who was watching him intently, the bite on his neck felt strange. It still felt warm, pinpricks of pleasure mixed in with the heat.

He instinctively reached up to touch it, the bite mark had already begun to heal, and the puncture points had closed but although Dulce couldn’t see it yet, the impressions of the Demon’s teeth bore a trace of fire that would never fade.

Caedos caught his wrist before his fingers made contact with his neck, pressing their foreheads together gently. "Thank you."

The simple words of gratitude were weighty, it wasn’t just for accepting to be bound to him but for saving him and inadvertently, the entirety of his race.

Dulce couldn’t understand his gratitude, barely able to process that the Demon’s bite might not be merely symbolic. The wetness in his pants was hard to ignore, almost as much as the gentle warmth emanating from his neck.

The rest of his clothes were gently pried off his body, taking with it the wet heat from the mating bite. His slender body was warmed tender, his pale skin awash in red-gold light.

Hands swept up the sides of his waist, leaving a tingling sensation in their wake. Dulce let his eyes fall closed as he was kissed, it made the sensation of Caedos’ straying hands all the harder to ignore.

He flinched when his chest was caressed, the pads of the Demon’s fingers burned, leaving behind a trail of heat. Tears soaked his lashes when his dusky nipples were pinched, his back arching slightly into the hot, torturous pleasure.

Caedos pulled away for a moment, and when his hands returned to his pink-dusted chest, they were covered in scented oil.

The enticing redolence of ice and flowers filled the air, but the oil was anything but cold. It made the glide smooth, his glistening skin all the more sensitive.

Dulce’s nipples had grown darker and more tender from the attention, his sensitivity starting to border on uncomfortable.

Caedos watched the Vampire squirm beneath him, his bottom lip was caught between sharp teeth in a bid to keep his sounds in.

He didn’t relieve the Vampire of the pleasurable torment even as he lowered his head to pry Dulce’s lips from his fangs. He kissed away soft moans and then lowered his head to replace his slick hands with his mouth.

Dulce’s engorged buds pebbled in his hot mouth, and like when he had caressed the Vampire with his hands, he took his time, biting down gently.

Dulce had a hand in Caedos’ short hair, it took a lot of effort not to grab fistfuls of the Demon’s hair, or even worse, his ears.

Breathless pants were teased out of him, the pleasure burned through his nerve endings, he could feel the pinpoint sensation at the tips of his fingers, his toes curling from the constant stimulation.

Dulce angled his chest away, choking on a moan. "No more," He protested quietly, lightly pushing the Demon away by his shoulders.

Caedos’ cruel teasing had been very efficient, his pink-dusted length was hard and leaking again. It laid against his pale thighs, trembling lightly although it had been ignored the entire time.

Caedos’ hand wrapping around his arousal nearly tipped him over the edge. He missed the warm pressure when the Demon took his hand away. His legs were placed over Caedos’ bent knees, exposing his lower body.

It revealed more fire-warmed, pink-dusted skin. The Demon’s hands swept up his slender legs, his fingers digging into the soft swell of his ass.

Dulce glanced down, catching Caedos’ calm gaze for a moment before kisses fell on the insides of his thighs like fiery petals. The kisses fell deeper until they pressed against his twitching hole.

The hands bracketing his waist kept him from shying away from the stimulation, propping up his back even higher for better access.

Dulce placed his forearm over his tear-stained eyes, red-bitten lips parted in sublime pleasure. His other hand clung to the sheets as Caedos was too far away to cling to.

He tensed up slightly when an oil-covered finger replaced the Demon’s tongue, it was familiar yet not, the hot glide awakening new nerve endings.

Dulce was by no means short, Demons were simply immense. The single finger in him had gone in without resistance, but it filled him up all the same.

He blinked dazedly when his forearm was lifted from his face. His vision hardly cleared up before his lips were claimed, another finger pushing into his slick but tight hole.

Dulce shivered into the kiss, feeling the Demon’s long fingers spearing him open. The strange sensation didn’t cool his libido, if anything, it scratched an itch he didn’t even know he had.

Caedos broke off the kiss and pulled his fingers out at the same time. "You’re allowed to protest." He reminded, his voice low.

Although Dulce had no protests, he was about to reply anyway, his response getting interrupted by three oil-slicked fingers filling him up.

"Ah!" He gasped out, feeling the fingers jab into a sensitive spot that arced pleasure through him. "C-Caedos, slow down-" He contradicted his previous thoughts with a breathless protest.

Caedos caught the Vampire’s straying hand that was about to pull his hand away, humor dancing in his hazel eyes.

Demonic voices made vibrations buzz through the body, the low notes sent tingles down the spine. So every time he spoke, Dulce could feel it with his entire body.

"Listening to them however, is another matter." He tagged on, thrusting in a few times so he could hear more of the Vampire’s moans.

Dulce turned his face to the side as the fingers returned to their previous task of stretching him out. His prostate still tingled, but he was given momentary respite.

At four fingers, he was already a heated mess of slick and scented oil. Despite the Hellhound’s words, he did slow down, deliberately avoiding the sensitive bundle of nerves until Dulce squirmed in impatience.

This time, he reached down to grasp Caedos’ hand without being stopped. His lashes were clumped together from tears, soft red eyes wet. "I’m not going to get any more ready," He said, half protesting, half pleading. "You can put it in."

Caedos took the Vampire in, from his disheveled hair to the point where they were connected. His blood boiled so hot he could taste fire at the back of his throat, but his composure didn’t crack.

He reluctantly took out his fingers, gently stroking the Vampire’s weeping length with his lubricated fingers, getting some of the cold, floral scent on his angry, red shaft.

He moved in close, pressing their bodies together. "And when you protest later?" He asked lightly, pressing a gentle kiss against his mating bite.

The pleasure from the mild pressure on the bite robbed Dulce of speech for a moment. A fire had been started in the pit of his stomach, and the searing hot Demon was a terrible choice to remedy it.

Dulce shuddered but clung to Caedos, the wet, tight grip of the hot hand around him tugged him to the precipice. The needle-point pleasure made him close his eyes tight, his teeth biting down on his already tender lips without even realizing it.

He was left teetering on the edge, falling back down as soon as the stimulation was withdrawn, it took what little strength was left in his limbs, his breaths uneven.

The heat burned low in his middle with nowhere to go, teased mercilessly, Dulce wore an aggrieved expression, looking up at Caedos.

Caedos was stunned, an expressive Dulce was a rare sight. It tempted him to drag it out further until the Vampire was expressing more of his discontent.

But all it took was another look from Dulce for him to give in. He gathered the Vampire close, contentment rolling through him.

Dulce was about to crumble and ask Caedos to let him release when the Hellhound pushed into him. Despite easily fitting four fingers in earlier, it didn’t prepare him completely for the sheer size of the Demon.

His breath caught in his throat, there was no pain but he felt stuffed full, his breath catching in his throat. He was surrounded by Caedos on all sides, yet he still hadn’t grown accustomed to the heat that slowly filled him to bursting.