Chapter 251

Chapter 251: Chapter 251

Dulce felt Caedos’ member heat up on his tongue; it was like having a mouthful of embers, it was dizzying. He could only take the Demon partway into his mouth, a heady mix of wine and musk filling his mouth and spilling out the edges of his lips.

Caedos’ hand in his hair was unexpected, it sent a tremor through him, a choked sound forced out of him when the Demon flexed his hips. Dulce’s inability to fit the Demon down his throat had nothing to do with his skill and everything to do with the sheer size of him.

Tears misted at the corners of his glassy eyes, he tried to pull off but was held in place, the hard length constricting his throat stroking deeper. After an endless moment, he was let go. He fell across Caedos’ lower body with a breathless gasp, his vision spinning from a lack of oxygen and the wine in his veins. Moisture glistened from his lips, dripping down his throat, his silver-blue eyes unfocused.

Caedos took one at the sight and pulled the Vampire into his arms, warping away without a word to their company. Even after he left, none of the Demons left behind in the private room moved to follow. The Hellhound would have Dulce to himself for the rest of the night; they could only grit their teeth and allow it. After all, they had agreed to the arrangement.

Caedos didn’t return to the mansion in Marlen, taking Dulce to his room in the cottage instead. The room was familiar, a lively fire crackled in the hearth, welcoming them home. He placed Dulce on the bed and then went right after him, chasing his lips.

Dulce said nothing about the choice of location, with a Demon’s ability to move from place to place in an instant, his home in Marlen might as well be a room away. He leaned up into the kiss, closing his eyes to the fire on the Hellhound’s tongue. He writhed under the Demon, chasing friction, the heat in his veins hadn’t been tended to for a while.

If he opened his eyes then, he would see Caedos’ hazel eyes catch aflame as the Demon stared down at him. Drunk and dizzy, his reflexes were a little slow, so it took him a moment to understand when the kiss was broken off, and he was flipped onto his front. The vulnerable position made Dulce frown, but the pressure on the fiery mark on his neck made him forget all about that, a moan boiling out of his throat.

His body was bracketed beneath Caedos; the Demon’s upper body was bare, flame markings going up his arms. Caedos pressed gentle kisses into the curve of his neck, a stark contrast to his hands, which ripped off what was left of Dulce’s dress shirt. The Vampire no longer cared to keep the marks from the Demons, so his heat-flushed skin was flawless save for the eye-catching mark in the curve of his slender neck.

Dulce gasped into the sheets when his pants were given the same treatment, his shoes knocked off his feet. Pinned against the bed, he was dressed in nothing but calf-garters, his black socks standing out against his pale skin.

An arm around his waist propped him up on his knees, his back dipping into an arch. In this position, he could feel Caedos’ length against his thighs like a brand. His hands clung to the sheets, his toes curling in the elegant black socks. He opened his eyes when his hands were gently caught, Caedos prying loose his hold on the sheets.

Dulce blinked away the light sheen of tears that had coated his eyes, his vision filled with the wide expanse of the bed. He stiffened when his arms were pulled back and pinned by Caedos against the small of his back with a single hand. He lifted his head slightly in confusion, some of the daze clearing up at the vulnerable position.

His attempt to get answers were interrupted by Caedos’ other hand grasping him by the nape of his neck. The Demon’s long fingers effortlessly wrapped around his slender neck, pressing down on the burning mating bite; it sent shivers down his spine, melting away the tension.

The possessive hold around his throat forced his face into the sheets and left him feeling lightheaded, his sounds muffled. This was the second night in a row he was pinned down to the bed. From Kath’tan, it didn’t surprise him, but Caedos at least bothered to put on a pretense of civility.

A shaky sob was swallowed up by the bed when he was suddenly filled, the intrusion came without pain, leaving behind a trail of fire. Unlike the first time, Caedos hadn’t patiently stretched him out, taking him hard and fast. Maybe it was the jugs of wine, or the mouthfuls of Ruoxi’s blood, because Dulce let it happen, allowing himself to be restrained and pinned down, the tip of his wet member dragging against the crumpled sheets.

Caedos hadn’t said a word ever since his offer to return was turned down, but Dulce doubted he was in any state to hold a conversation. The hand around his throat constantly pressed down on his tender mating mark, filled to bursting by the Hellhound’s length.

The Demon’s pace was punishing from the jump, without even giving him a moment to adjust to the sudden intrusion, he was fucked into the bed, his tousled hair obscuring his face. The pleasure mixed with the wine, numbing his reflexes. His sounds fell freely, all muffled into the sheets, trembling with sobs. Dulce let himself be rocked endlessly, tipping over the edge from the constant stimulation to his sensitive bundle of nerves.

Caedos didn’t slow down, even though he could feel Dulce spasming wildly around him, outwardly composed despite the inferno in his eyes, the flame markings on his arms coming alive. He didn’t need an Incubus’ blood to burn, smoke hissing out the corners of his lips. Dulce pinned down beneath him triggered a deeply buried instinct to claim, every one of his thrusts visible on the Vampire’s lower belly, just above his leaking member.

Dulce lost track of his orgasms, shuddering each time Caedos’ tapered hilt pushed into his sweet spot. He was floaty and dazed from the pleasure that kept crashing over him, completely sinking into it with abandon.

He didn’t even have the strength to cling to the sheets when the Demon let go of his captured hands in favor of wrapping both arms around his waist to keep him close. The hand around his neck fell away too, replaced by gentle kisses on the nape of his neck, kisses that trailed to the fiery mark along the curve of his neck.

Dulce could turn his head to the side now that he was no longer pushed into the bed, unwittingly presenting his mating bite to the Demon shallowly thrusting his knot into his red-slicked hole, the knot catching on his tingling rim on every stroke.

Dulce parted his lips on a silent scream when Caedos bit down on the very tender mark, heat flooding his belly. His eyes were partly open, his heavy-lidded silver-blue eyes nearly going cross-eyed from the pleasure that swept through him, spurts of clear liquid soaking the sheets under him further.

Caedos gathered the trembling Vampire into his arms after his knot locked them in place, rolling to the side and taking Dulce with him. He had lost his hold on his self-restraint for a moment. He looked Dulce over, the Vampire’s neck was a medley of marks, his wrists bruised red.

Dulce’s eyes were closed, and although the Vampire’s red member was still dripping, he was no longer conscious. It was difficult to tell if he had fainted away or if he had simply fallen asleep from exhaustion.

Caedos buried his nose in the curve of Dulce’s neck, under the scent of sweet flower wine, he could still catch the scent of the Vampire’s delicate, dewy scent. He gently soothed the abused mark with his tongue, and even though he wasn’t lucid, Dulce still quivered in his arms. He could taste the Vampire’s blood; he had bitten down too hard, too soon.

A searing palm swept over Dulce’s lower belly, eliciting a soft moan from the limp Vampire. Caedos reluctantly pulled away, quelling the urge to admire the slight bulge a little longer. The bed was a mess, so he warped them over to his, wrapping his arms tight around Dulce, warm light falling over their heat-flushed skins.

Caedos’ ears made an appearance then, his gaze lowered to the Vampire in his arms, hiding the fire still burning within. For the first time, he was satiated, his sleeping mate a puddle of pleasure in his arms, filled to bursting with his seed. Sleep came easy, his spilling length still sheathed deep inside Dulce. It was a cold spring night, but his body ran hot, and the lingering heat kept them warm enough as they both drifted off to sleep.