At first, the hole wouldn’t let him in. Sammy tensed under his touch, whimpering softly. Dre bent down to press small kisses on Sammy’s back, to soothe his lover. “It’s fine, mo grah thu. Just breathe in deep. When you breathe out, push out as well. That should do the trick.”
Sammy moaned and started breathing in so deeply that his chest expanded visibly. Dre’s lips twitched in a smile. Sammy did have a tendency to be over-the-top. He silently begged his lover’s forgiveness when the tip of his cock suddenly slipped in. Being over-the-top was definitely helping in this case. Dre bit back a groan when Sammy took him in another half inch. It took all of his self-control to simply provide steady pressure while Sammy worked himself onto his shaft. When he was about halfway into Sammy’s tight, wonderful heat, Dre started moving his hips with miniscule motions, testing if Sammy was ready for him to be more active. The desperate moan he got made him bolder, and soon he was gliding back and forth inside Sammy, venturing deeper with each thrust. Sammy wasn’t very coherent, but Dre had no trouble understanding him.
“Yes…ah, more… Dre…so good…uhn…this…”
“Sammy…tight…hot…” Dre wasn’t that articulate either. He also knew neither of them would last much longer, not when Sammy’s inner muscles were gripping him so tight, practically sucking him in now that his body had gotten used to Dre’s shaft. He reached for Sammy’s right shoulder, pulled him up until his body arched, the touching points Sammy’s ass and Dre’s groin as well as the crook of Sammy’s neck and Dre’s lips. He licked over the hot, sweaty flesh, inhaling the sweet scent of Sammy’s arousal. They were both panting, ready to cross a line they had been avoiding for a week now.
Dre’s fangs elongated and his knot began to swell. “Sammy…close.”
“Yes, Dre.” Sammy arched his body even more, impaled himself deeper on Dre’s cock and pressed against Dre’s fangs. “Bite me.”
The words triggered Dre’s orgasm. His balls drew up, the first spurts of hot semen shot deep into Sammy’s body and he sank his fangs into the skin of Sammy’s neck and broke through until he found blood. Sammy screamed in ecstasy, his inner muscles clamping down on Dre as his own orgasm overtook him.
With the first taste of Sammy’s blood, combined with his orgasm, Dre knew. His demon came to the fore, eagerly lapping up the essence of their mate while he could feel the venom dripping from his fangs, pulsing into Sammy’s veins with each spurt of his cock. Only knowing that he would hurt Sammy kept Dre from letting his fire out. Sammy’s body wasn’t transformed yet. Dre could fill him with his fire the next time they made love, which he was already looking forward to. Through the haze of his own orgasm and the bliss of knowing that Sammy truly was his, Dre heard the scream of his lover change from ecstatic to one full of pain. The transformation had begun. His venom was burning through Sammy’s system, changing his body so they could spend eternity together.
With his swollen knot lodged deeply in his lover’s body, Dre held Sammy, whispering soothing words into his ear while Sammy bore the pain of becoming his mate.
Chapter Fourteen
Sammy was in agony, which was good because it meant he was Dre’s mate. But it was also—well, agony. Sammy wondered why he had agreed to this. Ah, yes, because he loved Dre, the sex was great and he really wanted to be his mate. Slightly misconstrued advertising, ha. This was terrible. Sammy was dimly aware that Dre was holding him tight, whispering soothing nothings in his ear, but he was too consumed by the feeling of burning oil streaming through his veins to be grateful for the support. With every heartbeat, the pain spread and grew, until it was too much to bear and Sammy slipped into near-darkness.
After what felt like an eternity—Sammy couldn’t be sure in his agonized state—the pain started to dull and became a deep throbbing at the back of his mind. A soft glow rose around him, enveloped his body with a warmth that was so much better than the fire that had been raging through his system.
Sammy blinked when he thought he saw two figures approaching him through the glow. They stepped into his line of vision and Sammy felt tears streaming down his cheeks when he realized it was his parents. Stella and Moses looked as beautiful as Sammy wanted to remember them, not the mangled, disfigured faces he’d had to identify after the accident.
Stella opened her arms and, without a second thought, Sammy flew into her embrace, breathing in the familiar scent of vanilla while he basked in her love. He felt his father’s arms coming around him from behind and knew this was all just a dream, but he was too happy to care. They were here, with him. Nothing else counted.
“My sweet boy.” Stella leaned back a bit to press a kiss to his forehead. “My sweet, brave boy.”
Sammy smiled through his tears and reached for his father’s arm with one hand, while he held his mother with the other. Now that he had them back, he would never let go again. “I missed you so much. So much.”
“We know, son. And we’re sorry. We never meant to leave you so early.”
“It was so hard, going on without your love, without you. But I found friends. Wonderful friends.”
His mother kissed him again. “We know, baby. We’ve watched you all this time. We’re so proud of who you’ve become. And we’re here to say goodbye. You’ve found your happiness with Dre. Good choice, by the way.” She winked. “He’s almost as good looking as your father. We understand that this is kind of your wedding night, and we wanted to give you our blessings.”
Sammy swallowed when the meaning of her words sank in. “I’m not going to see you again, am I?”
“No, son, you won’t.” His father stepped around, one arm still on Sammy’s shoulder, while the other was now draped over Stella’s back. “You’re the chosen mate of a demon. Your life will be a wonderful, great adventure, and we want you to enjoy every second of it, just how your mother and I enjoyed every second of ours. We will always love you, never forget that, but it’s time for you to truly move on and embrace everything Dre has to offer.”
“I don’t want to lose you again.” Sammy looked at them pleadingly. Stella reached out to sweep a strand of hair from Sammy’s face.
“We don’t want to lose you either, sweetie. But we have to move on, just as you do. Life doesn’t stop with death, you know, and your father and I? We have places to be.” She looked up at her husband, a bittersweet smile on her face. “There’s so much to see, and you know we always loved to travel.”
A sob escaped Sammy. He understood. He really did. It still hurt worse than the venom Dre had pumped into his system. “At least this time I can say goodbye properly.” His voice broke. There were no words to describe how he felt, no words to say farewell to the people he had loved most in the world. Luckily, his bond with his parents was so deep that words were not needed. They embraced, leaning their foreheads together, reveling one last time in the bond they’d had. Then they straightened and Stella and Moses each pressed a kiss on Sammy’s cheeks.
“We love you, son.”
“I love you, Mom, Dad. I wish you a good journey.”