Chapter 24 Daylan
twenty-four
Daylan
“How far are we from Bright Haven?” I ask, rolling over to face Lazarus.
“An hour’s walk,” he responds, lifting his hand and brushing a lock of my hair off my face.
“And Arn will make it back here in time to leave?” He has gone to Ekksha for the night, needing rest. He also claimed to want to find company for the night from one of the men trading their bodies on the streets, but I am pretending to not hear that part.
“Ekksha is across the lake,” Lazarus murmurs, stroking my hair with his hands. “It takes one half-hour to walk there and Arn will feel the rise of the storm in his blood, as I do.”
More revelations came out of the discussion earlier this day, namely that Arn is a carrier of the toxin. He was cleansed as a child, but survived with God’s mercy.
No.
Not God’s mercy. I can’t think of it like that anymore. I cannot say what it is really that makes people stand beneath the rain and not turn into a zombie, but I know it is not truly God’s mercy in the way I have always thought of it.
I sigh, closing my eyes as Lazarus trails his hand down my cheek. “I would like to see Ekksha someday. And the lake they used to throw children into.”
Lazarus laughs. “The what?”
“Summer camp, it was called. They used to send children there for other adults to watch over, and part of that involved throwing them off the dock to see if they could swim.”
“Barbaric.”
“I would still like to see it sometime.”
“When this is over, we will go,” Lazarus says. “I’ll take you to Ekksha to see the beehives and to the lake to see where children were thrown into the water.”
“It will be dangerous. Father may try to hurt us. He will definitely try to kill you.” Though there is uncertainty in a lot of what we have decided, there is one absolute truth. Father will try to murder Lazarus when he sees him again.
“I know, but I am danger, Lambchop and you have survived me just fine. I will be okay.”
I nod as he trails his fingers down my body, then back up my side. This soft Lazarus is a thing of wonder, my body awakening at his touch. Though wicked Lazarus is always there inside him, I long for more moments like this with him. “Will you keep me after we are done?”
“You are mine,” he whispers. “I own you.”
“What do I own then, if I don’t own myself?”
“Me, sinner as I am. Devil, as I am. Lambchop, you own me.”
“Oh.” That thought ripples through me and I smile, feeling the warmth of it after spending the day cold and numb.
He leans forward and presses his lips to mine softly, far gentler than he has been with me before.
I shuffle forward on the mattress and kiss him back as his hand trails down my spine to rest above my butt.
I pull away as he smiles at me and reach up to touch his curls before he leans in once more to capture my mouth.
His kiss lasts an eternity, his hand pressing into my lower back as warmth fills me up on the inside.
I have grown hard again and can feel his own cock pressing against mine.
When he pulls back this time, he raises an eyebrow in question, and I nod, craving his touch on the most intimate parts of me.
I do not know what is to come when we head out to Bright Haven, fearing the worst-case scenario deep down inside me. If I can choose my last memory, then I need it to be Lazarus’ hands on my most sinful places.
Lazarus gently presses on my shoulder, and I let him, falling onto my back on the mattress.
He crawls onto me, straddling my midsection as he runs his hands down my chest, then reaches beneath my t-shirt.
His hands light fires in my skin as he slides them up my body, then back down to the hem of my pants, but this is far too gentle for my Devil, and I frown.
“Wicked,” I whisper, sitting up and pulling my shirt off. I tilt my head up to him, seeing the gleam enter his golden eyes as he nods, understanding my request.
“You wish to sin?” he asks as I lay back down.
I nod and he grins, running his hands down my body again, stopping to flick his fingers against my nipples.
He leans in and captures one of them with his teeth, and I exhale a sharp breath, body rippling with arousal as he licks and sucks at the tender bud.
He moves to the other, taking his thumb to torment the first.
Slowly, Lazarus slips down my body, dragging his tongue over my stomach and reaching for the hem of my pants.
I lift my butt up off the mattress as he pulls them down, my hard cock slapping against my belly.
Lazarus licks up the length of it, making my toes curl, and I let loose a small moan as he chuckles.
He licks me again, then wraps his lips around the tip, sucking gently on it as he looks right into my eyes.
“Wicked,” I say again, begging him for more. “No question.”
Lazarus grins around the tip of my cock, then tilts his head and pulls my length into his hot, wet mouth.
I cry out as I am engulfed by him, his tongue licking at the underside of my dick where I rest in his mouth.
His lips are wrapped tight around me, and he pulls off slowly, threatening my skin with his teeth.
I breathe heavily as he licks and sucks at me, my body trembling and quivering, hips moving of their own volition.
I buck up into his mouth, and he allows it a few times before he stops me.
With a growl, he pulls off and grips them in his hands, forcing me down on the mattress.
“Take what you are given, Lambchop,” he murmurs, before sucking me back into his mouth, holding me tight so I can’t move. He tortures me with slow movements, his head rising and tongue trailing up my length until I nearly scream at him to give me more.
It is his game, and I am merely his pawn in this.
The sounds falling from between his lips are devilish and wet, but I am not ready for what comes next. With a pop, he pulls off my cock and lifts my legs.
“Hold yourself open for me,” he demands, and I move my hands to grip my thighs. I am exposed and vulnerable, but the ache in my hole begs for his touch.
Lazarus leans forward again, taking my balls into his mouth one at a time, gently sucking on them before trailing his tongue down.
He lathes it over my puckered entrance, and I whimper softly, gripping my thighs tight.
A small laugh leaves his lips, and he trails his tongue over my hole again, slathering the outside with his saliva.
I moan at this new wickedness, the unique feel of his mouth against the spot his cock will go as he licks me to prepare me for it.
“Don’t move,” he says, rising and unclipping the bib of his jeans.
He lets them fall to the ground, his cock springing free from its confines.
He reaches into the stack of clothing that serves as our pillows and removes the small tube of lubrication he has apparently stashed somewhere inside.
He uncaps it, pouring a small amount into his hand, then reaching for his cock as I watch, my own cock straining and aching for contact.
I stay still as he told me to, though. I don’t move as he touches himself, tilting his head back and moaning softly into the silence of the cabin.
Another game, I realize, as his eyes meet mine. They glimmer at me dangerously, though filled with a joke that he isn’t speaking out loud. I grumble at him, and he laughs, then falls to his knees on the bed, adding more lubrication to his hand and placing the bottle down.
In a move that is familiar, his finger presses against my opening, slipping in carefully before pulling back out again.
I can feel my body stretching open for him as he glides his finger in and out of me a few times, all the while watching my face as if he is searching for signs that I do not want this.
I recall the harm done to him, which nearly wrecks the moment but brings me to nod to him. “Yes, Devil. I say yes.”
His eyes fill with warmth, and he nods back at me, slipping another finger into me alongside the first. He spreads them apart, stretching me open for his cock, and I moan softly at the feel of it, anticipating what is coming next and craving it like I crave breath.
Finally, when I am loosened enough, he pulls his fingers free, leaving me aching in my emptiness.
Adding a bit more lubrication to what already lingers on his cock, he swallows hard and takes himself in hand.
“You ready for this?” he growls, voice rough with need and want. I nod, biting my lip, and he moves forward, pressing the blunt tip of his cock against my entrance.
Lazarus pushes in slowly at first, the stretch burning as it did the first time his cock entered me.
I gasp at the feel of being forced open wide around his thickness, my own dick twitching against my stomach.
Inch by inch, he fills me, not stopping until his balls slap against my ass.
He stops there, fully inside me as I moan softly.
The fullness I feel is overwhelming, my body spasming inside as if it means to push him out, but I don’t really desire that.
I wish for him to be exactly where he is, and I try my best to relax so he doesn’t stop doing what he is doing to me.
Lazarus does pause, letting me adjust before he slides out slowly only to push back in deep again.
His breath is hot on my skin as he leans down to kiss me hard, tongue invading my mouth like his cock invades my body.
Then he starts thrusting, pulling out halfway before slamming back into me hard and deep.
I moan into his mouth, abandoning my thighs and wrapping my arms around his back as he fucks me hard, like the devil should.
He breaks the kiss, panting into the space between our lips as he picks up his pace, hips snapping forward now.
The sound of skin smacking skin fills the cabin, and I let go of his back, letting my arms drop to the mattress as he fucks me.
He tilts his pelvis slightly, and I cry out as his cock hits the spot inside me that makes stars burst behind my eyelids.
“There it is,” he says, a grin on his lips.
“Yeah,” I mumble, as he hits that spot again, sending a thrill up my spine.
Lazarus reaches one hand between us, taking my leaking cock in hand and stroking me in time with his thrusts. I buck up to meet him, the friction building heat in my core that is building to a fever pitch. Sweat drips from his brow onto my chest as well, his eyes closing as he lets go of my cock.
“Touch yourself,” he gasps.
I don’t need to be told twice, and I move my hand to stroke my cock, keeping the same brutal pace he has set for us. My balls tighten, pleasure coiling deep inside me.
“Lazarus, I’m close,” I whimper, body tensing as he slams into me harder than before, my hand gripping me in a fist.
“Come,” he commands, and my body obeys. I shatter, spilling onto my stomach as my hole clenches around him.
Lazarus doesn’t stop fucking me through it, my body quivering in the aftermath as he chases his own release.
He lets loose a flurry of brutal thrusts before groaning loudly, burying himself in me to the hilt.
I feel his cock pulse, hot seed flooding my insides as if he is marking me with it.
He moans softly as he crashes down onto my chest, sweat-slicked and panting.
“Fucking hell,” he mumbles, body trembling against me. “I think I’ve died, Lambchop.”
I wrap my arms around his back and hold him to me, using his weight to ground me here in this place where he is mine and I am his.