Page 113 of Let Slip the Dogs of War

Dante whimpers. His feelings flood our bond, strong as they are, and there’s an edge of discomfort, but it is not truly unpleasant. Besides, the physical proof of how much he is enjoying this still presses against me. I kiss lower and groan when his stomach quivers.

“I should have fucked you in the maze,” I growl against his hip. I dart my gaze up and Dante is staring at me, his mouth half open as he pants. His lavender curls are all in disarray, spread across the pillow, and he is prettier than any of the pets I have ever seen in the Otherworld; prettier than anyone, fae or not, who could hope to cross my path. “That is something I regret. I could have had you slowly, out on the grass.”

“I don’t regret what you did.”

I grin and tug at his shorts, pulling them some way down. The move exposes the root of his cock, and Dante wriggles his hips, breathing harder. “I do not regret doing it. I should not have cared about Oisin and his announcement. I should have had eyes for no one but you.”

Dante whines. He wants me to free his cock and touch him, but now that I have him here, I can go as slowly as I would like. I lick over his hip and tug his shorts even lower.

“L-Lark.”

“Yes?”

“Are you going to fuck me tonight or tomorrow?”

I laugh, surprising myself. When I pull Dante’s shorts down to his thighs, he relaxes back onto the mattress, and I tug them away and toss them onto the floor. “Both,” I say. “Now. Then we can lie and talk. Eat. And then I’ll fuck you again.”

His eyes are wide. “Yeah, okay.”

I wrap my fingers around his cock. Dante keens and his hips rise. “You are beautiful like this, too,” I say. “And when you are lost in the pages of a book. When you are so open and vulnerable with your friends…”

He moans. His eyes are hazy and wet. I lean down and kiss his cheek as I move my hand slowly up and down his length.

“I will convince you of the truth of it,” I say.

“I know… Fuck, Lark, I know you can’t lie.”

“Hmm.” He groans again when I kiss his other cheek. “I mean, I will convince you to believe it, too. You are more than worthy of everything I feel for you. You will believe it.”

Dante turns his head and his hand tangles in my hair, settling at the base of my skull. His kiss is demanding and a way of hiding his face because I feel wetness against my cheeks. I kiss him back just as ferociously. His cock is still hard in my hand; I have not pushed too far.

I stroke him and kiss him until he pulls on my hair and gasps for breath. His eyes are red and his smile tremulous, but it is present all the same.

“Too much?” I murmur.

“No.” The word is not certain. I sit back on my knees and take a moment to look my fill of him, splayed out before me. He does not hide himself from my gaze, though I know part of him still wants to. His chest rises and falls, sweat gleaming on his skin. I push my fingers through the hair there and Dante laughs, breathless.

“You’re obsessed.”

I hum my agreement. Why would I not be? And besides, it is rare to find a high fae with hair anywhere but on their head. I like the feel of it, the way it runs in a trail down to his cock, where it gathers around the base. More softness, even if it is not as soft as the lavender spread out on the pillow.

Still, I am aware that he wants more than this. I want more than this. I let go of Dante’s cock to push his thighs further apart, and I watch them quiver at the touch. He gasps when I run my fingers from his balls, further back, and there is hair here too, in this hidden place. I circle his hole slowly, feeling the way it twitches and then relaxes against my touch.

Dante says nothing as I pull on my power, even though he must feel it. He says nothing either when my now slick finger presses against him with more intent; he just tips his hips up so I can reach more easily. My gaze moves between his face and where I’m touching as I push inside, biting back a moan at the tight heat that surrounds me.

He would ruin me even if he were not my soulbond, I think. He sees me in a way few others have done because no one else would have convinced me to go back to the Otherworld to save their friend, even if he did not push that hard to convince me at all. No one else would have stayed by my side and, in their heart of hearts, been so determined to save me from myself.

I push a second finger inside and he gasps, back arching. The room is silent aside from our heavy breaths and the slick sound of my fingers. If I shift my focus, I hear the sounds of the city outside these walls, but I do not want to listen to that, so I stop and focus in on Dante again.

The more I thrust in and out, the more he pants, and because he can’t reach me when I’m sitting back like this, he clenches the sheets in his hands instead. Despite it all, I see his mind is whirring. I crook my fingers, and when he cries out, I smile.

“What do you want to do after this?” I ask, priding myself on the fact that I do not sound breathless. Not yet.

“T-tonight?”

“In general. To me. I have been doing all the talking.”

He raises an eyebrow, but it falls when I rub against that spot inside him and he moans again. “Fuck, Lark. I can’t believe you’re asking me questions right now.”