Page 84 of The Devil's Dilemma

There could have been worse ways to spend our time, but Austin was worried. As was I. How long would this go on for?

“I have to go, Dante, but let me know how it goes. Talk to you soon and good luck.”

I threw the phone onto the nightstand and sat on the bed. Austin plopped down next to me.

“So what now? Do we have to stay holed up here until it does what it’s supposed to? Can we break it?”

I never thought to ask, but did he want to? More to the point, did I? We hardly knew each other, having only met a few days ago. But I’d heard tales of matings where it had taken place within hours. When you knew, you knew, and I couldn’t deny the attraction I’d felt towards him the moment I’d seen him.

“Do you want to break it?”

Austin shrugged. “I don’t know. Yes? No? I’m so confused. I can’t say I don’t feel something for you, I just don’t know what that is, and now it looks as if we have no choice but to stay together. I don’t know how I feel about that. It’s sudden, you know?”

I knew exactly what he meant, but the closer he sat to me, the more my body screamed at me to take him again.

And by the way he moved his hand up my thigh, edging closer to my hardening cock, I knew we were on the same page.

I launched myself at him, flattening him to the bed, covering his lips with mine. He didn’t falter and kissed me back with abandon, invading my mouth with his tongue.

I placed myself between his legs. He spread them wide, and once again, I drove into him, my arms on either side of his body, supporting my weight.

His hands roamed my face as he placed eager kisses on my cheeks and neck.

“Fuck, Dante. Harder.” I did as he asked until my release hit me like a freight train.

I shouted, thrusting until my balls were empty. I looked down at the sticky mess between us. He’d been as close as I.

“I’m not sure how much more I can take.” He lay breathless on the bed, sweat trickling down his face.

“Me either. Who knew being fucked to death was a thing?”

Wait. Had his mark changed? At first, it had looked like an abstract angel. Now there were other markings. Was that a horn? Surely not.

“Your chest.” I pointed towards it. I wasn’t going to touch that again.

“What about it?” He glanced down. “I can’t see it properly.”

“Go to the bathroom. You’ll see better in there.” I followed him, and together we stood in front of the mirror.

It had definitely changed. “Do you see horns?”

“That’s what I thought. Does that mean…?”

“That we’re inextricably connected? I think it does.” He didn’t sound too happy about it, though, and a pang of disappointment shot through me.

He turned to me, a concerned look on his face.

“What?”

“Don’t be disappointed.” Had he felt that?

“I’m not.”

“I can feel it. Can’t you feel me too?”

I’d been so concerned with fucking him I’d not taken time to concentrate on him, but now I did, I sensed a feeling of resignation.

“You don’t want this,” I said matter-of-factly.

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