Chapter 15
Chapter Fifteen
A laric
Xavier had left with the promise to return in the morning. Bain had gone home to be with Clive. And now, with both Finn and Callan guarding the house, Alaric could try and get some sleep. But instead of drifting off, he could only lie on the bed, staring at the ceiling, because all he could do was think about Ezra. They had some kind of weird connection that pulled at him. Deeply. And touching him had been like experiencing the sort of pleasure he’d only dreamed of before. The man’s skin was like silk, and his unique scent appealed to Alaric on some intense inner level that made him want to just breathe Ezra in. Hold that scent in his lungs. Hell, he’d wanted to put his dick inside Ezra so badly, he’d been blinded to the world around him.
He needed to get Xavier alone and talk to him. Surely the sorcerer, who was one of the oldest beings he knew, would know what was going on. Just how old Xavier was was still a mystery, but they’d all guessed he’d been around a lot longer than Alaric’s parents, who were pretty old themselves. His dad was over a millennium.
Rolling to his side, he punched the pillow and nestled his cheek into it. He forced himself to close his eyes, but all he saw was Ezra and the way he’d looked when watching Alaric do yoga. That sheer lust had transformed him from the mouthy prince into someone with more levels—it had humanized him for Alaric.
And the pride he’d felt knowing he’d caused that response was so out of his realm of normal behavior, it had stunned him. He liked—no, loved—knowing his body caused that reaction in Ezra.
Then there was the kissing. Fuck, nothing in his life had been hotter. And the shared blowjobs, which had been beyond anything he could have dreamed.
He really wanted to talk to Sammy about all this again, but then she’d get all excited and insist he’d found someone again. She believed he needed someone, and a part of him worried she’d finally let herself go if she believed he wouldn’t be alone. That terrified him, but at the same time, he needed to accept that she wasn’t going to be in his life any longer.
A knock on his door made him lift his head. “Yeah?”
“Alaric, can I come in?”
Of course it was Ezra when he was feeling all out of sorts. But he sat up and made sure the covers were over him since he’d slept naked. “Come in.”
The room was too dark to see more than the outline of Ezra as he came into the room and shut the door. He did hear the man turn the lock, which sent his entire body into a state of high alert.
“What do you need? Is something wrong?”
Ezra came to the bed, and finally a bit of moonlight from the open curtains fell on his face. Not enough to really read his expression, though. But Alaric could feel tension radiating from his body. And in the quiet of the night, he heard a sudden, shaky inhale.
Understanding and compassion loosened his shoulders, and he patted the bed. “You’re scared about tomorrow. Sit and tell me what you’re worried about.”
“It’s not that,” Ezra blurted out. “It’s?—”
When he didn’t continue, Alaric reached out to grab his arm and tug him onto the bed. That wonderful, musky scent hit his nose, and as always, his body began to respond so he was thankful for the darkness…and the bedding.
“We’re going in with some of the most powerful preternaturals on this planet. Kemper can’t hurt you. We’ll make sure of that.”
“I’m not here about tomorrow, Alaric.” He took another shaky breath, then let it out. “I’m here because I want you. I want you so much I can’t sleep, and though tomorrow is playing in my head some…all I can really think about is this. You and me. I want to know how it feels with us before we do this. Because if something goes wrong, I need to know.” He paused. “I’m rambling, I know. But I just need to know.”
“Need to know what?”
“That I’m right, and it’ll be the best sex of my life.”
A lump formed in Alaric’s throat, and he tried to swallow it down without success. His body had tensed again, everything in him responding to the need in Ezra’s tone.
“What we did before blew me away,” Ezra said. “I’ve given blowjobs before, and I’ve received them, but none of them felt like that. I was trying to sleep, and all I could think about was having you inside my body. Do you want that?”
“Fuck, Ezra,” Alaric groaned.
“I know I’m putting you in a bad position with your job, but I honestly can’t find it in me to care.” He held out his hands. “You can’t see them, but my hands are literally shaking because I want you so badly. Don’t make me beg. I’m not good at begging.”
That made Alaric smile. No, this entitled rich boy wasn’t one for begging. At least at this point in his life. As a child, he’d probably begged for attention from his terrible parents, and that broke Alaric’s heart. Hell, this man broke his heart. He had a deep-rooted need for affection. He may believe he’d come in here only for a physical release, but everything about this spoke of a more intense need for affection. For connection.
Alaric couldn’t ignore that. He reached for Ezra and pulled him onto his lap. Having that warm body on his felt so good, he just wrapped his arms around the man and buried his face in his neck.
“So yes? We’re gonna fuck?”
“Oh, Ezra, we’re going to do so much more than fuck.”
“What more is there?”
The fact that he even had to ask that just sent another spike through Alaric’s chest. He’d never met anyone so in need of unselfish touch. So he decided to give that to Ezra. He untucked his face from Ezra’s neck, wishing there was more light in the room, while at the same time enjoying the way the darkness made everything feel more intimate. He could hear Ezra’s breaths picking up, could feel his heartbeat against his chest, and all those warm muscles felt fantastic as he ran his hands under the back of Ezra’s T-shirt.
Ezra started touching him, too, kneading his shoulders, then smoothing his hands down Alaric’s back. He got to his waist and gasped. “You’re naked, aren’t you? Oh my god, that’s so hot. You have a beautiful body.”
“So do you.”
“It’s not like yours, though. Not as ripped.”
“I love your body. I happen to love slender men. You’re so elegant. So graceful and sexy.” Alaric kissed his jaw, then came up to slant his lips over Ezra’s, who opened for him immediately. He thrust his tongue into his mouth. Ezra tasted of minty toothpaste, like he’d brushed his teeth right before knocking on Alaric’s door.
Alaric took his time exploring Ezra’s mouth, bringing his hands up to cup the sides of his face so he could hold him still and really go to town on his mouth. Ezra moaned and scooted closer on his lap, fingers gripping Alaric’s back. He was already hard, that erection ramping up Alaric’s desire—which was already reaching heady heights.
He simply couldn’t believe how much he wanted this man. One who he’d thought represented everything he could not respect. But one who’d been showing him little by little that there was so much more to him. Ezra had depths he wanted to explore further. And he had such a deep pain from a lifetime of being unloved. Unappreciated.
Alaric’s desperate need to give that to him was an emotion he would have to explore later. Later when he wasn’t dying to get his cock into the man. All that brash sarcasm just disappeared when Ezra was focused on pleasure, and that was sexy. Hell, even that snippy mouth of his was sexy sometimes.
But now, he loved the intense focus. and more than anything, he wanted the man naked and against him.
It took effort to pull his mouth away, but he did, leaning back to help Ezra remove his shirt. When his arms were still over his head, Alaric couldn’t resist kissing down his chest, licking over one nipple. Ezra shuddered and tossed his shirt somewhere behind him. He scrambled off Alaric’s lap to stand next to the bed and shove down his pajama pants and underwear. Wonderfully naked, he tugged down the covers then crawled back onto Alaric’s lap.
Alaric couldn’t stop his immediate groan at all that warm, bare flesh against him. He pulled him as close as possible, their cocks sliding together. And he loved the soft bulge of Ezra’s balls touching him.
He ran his hands over the hair on Ezra’s thighs and up to grip his waist, his thumbs brushing over that sexy Adonis belt. Ezra was rolling his hips so their cocks kept sliding alongside each other. He had this innate sensuality in the way he moved that took Alaric’s breath away. Still, he couldn’t stop kissing him. It felt like there was magic in their connection. In his flavor. He explored the secrets of his mouth, loving the way Ezra curled his tongue around his.
Unable to resist the siren call of that hard cock, he wrapped his fingers around it. Ezra gasped into his mouth and tightened his hands on Alaric’s arms.
The skin was so warm and silky. He ran his thumb over the head and found Ezra wet and leaking.
He kissed down Ezra’s jaw and murmured into his neck, “Want my mouth?”
“No,” Ezra gasped as Alaric stroked him. “I mean yes, all the time, but right now I need you inside me. Want to feel full.”
“And I want to be inside you.” Alaric laid him down on the bed, then went to the bag he’d never unpacked for lube and a condom.
“We don’t need that. I’m on PrEP.”
With his magic, Alaric didn’t need condoms, but kept them because most of his sex was with humans who expected them. But he was more than happy to go without, so he took the lube back to the bed and dropped it next to Ezra. He still had more exploring to do, his intent to show Ezra there was more to sex than just fucking sometimes.
The man’s body deserved to be worshipped.
He kissed Ezra’s shins and up his inner thighs, then nuzzled his nose into his sac before taking one of his balls into his mouth. When it was nice and slick, he did the same to the other, listening to the moans coming out of Ezra’s mouth. He apparently loved attention there, so Alaric took his time, using his lips and tongue.
Then he bent Ezra’s legs back to press his tongue to the man’s hole. He licked all around it, getting it nice and wet before pressing one finger slowly into him.
“Oh fuck, yes!” Ezra reached down to grasp his legs and hold them up, leaving himself completely open to Alaric.
Moonlight shadowed the room, spilled across Ezra’s face. He had his eyes closed, his mouth slack, his expression nothing but pleasure. Alaric’s own desire was so strong, he was having to work at taking his time, still determined to drive Ezra crazy.
He leaned down and kissed Ezra’s stomach, still moving one finger in and out of him, stretching him and letting him get used to the feel of something inside him. He licked his nipple, bit it gently, then moved to the other. He could not stop kissing all that gorgeous skin. Ezra had no hair on his chest like Alaric, just silky flesh. Alaric moved up to bury his nose in Ezra’s neck and inhale that heady scent he couldn’t get enough of.
Going up to his lips, he didn’t hesitate to spear his tongue into Ezra’s mouth. Ezra let go of his legs and slid his fingers into Alaric’s hair. Alaric had stopped fingering him, so he wrapped his legs around Alaric, digging one heel into the back of Alaric’s thigh.
“You feel so good,” Alaric whispered against his lips. “Smell good, too.”
“I showered.”
“It’s not that, it’s you. I don’t know what it is, but it drives me crazy.”
“I like the way you smell, too, but Alaric, I’m so ready for you I’m about to lose my mind.”
Grinning, Alaric pushed up and grabbed the lube. He coated his fingers and brought them back to Ezra’s hole. This time, he used two fingers, pressing deep, twisting and brushing them over Ezra’s prostate.
“Shit, I love that feeling. Do it again.”
Alaric did, relishing the way Ezra writhed on the bed. He removed his fingers and quickly coated his own cock with lube, stroking, gaze locked on the sexy man in his bed.
“Want me to turn over?”
“Is that the way you prefer it?”
“I like it all ways, but most guys like looking at my ass as they fuck me.”
“While I do love your tight, little ass, I want you just like this because I want my mouth on yours as much as possible.”
“Shit, Alaric, you…sexy fucker.”
“Hold your legs again,” Alaric whispered, and Ezra complied immediately. “Next time we do this, the light is going to be on so I can see that sexy hole of yours.”
“Assuming there’ll be a next time already?”
“You don’t think so?”
Ezra went still, staring up at him. He let out a breath. “I want there to be.”
Alaric leaned over until he was a breath away from Ezra’s mouth. “So do I.”
“God!” Ezra lifted to press his mouth to Alaric’s. He kissed him hard and deep before stopping to stare at him. “I don’t understand this at all.”
“Understand what?”
“It feels—oh, I don’t know—and you’re going to think I’m ridiculous or something, but it feels like I know you somehow. Like I’m connected to you. This doesn’t feel like just sex. Like you said. It’s so far out of my realm of experience, I don’t know…” He trailed off, then whispered, “I don’t know how to take it.”
Alaric stared at him and felt something in his heart just give. His first response was a fear so intense, he nearly crawled out of the bed. But his body was demanding he fuck Ezra. No, make love. It, he , wanted to make love, and that’s what he’d been doing the whole time no matter what he was telling himself.
He cared about him. Truly cared about him.
He hadn’t wanted this, and he wasn’t sure what he was going to do about it later, but he would be staying. Not only did he want this man with a fire he’d never experienced, leaving Ezra right then would do the kind of damage he didn’t want Ezra to ever experience.
Alaric kept his gaze on Ezra’s face as he slowly pushed inside him. It was so hot and so tight, he gritted his teeth, trying to keep his movements slow. The urge to pound into him was strong. He wanted to sink as deep as possible. Hell, he wanted to live inside this man. And though he’d wanted to show Ezra there was more to sex, he was the one experiencing the intensity of their connection. Ezra stared at him through slitted eyes, his sensual lips slack with pleasure, and he gasped as Alaric hit his prostate.
Aiming for that spot, Alaric started to move his hips, relishing the moans and gasps coming from Ezra. He pushed Ezra’s legs higher while plunging inside him. It felt so fucking good. Tight. Hot. He’d never get enough of Ezra. He bent, falling between Ezra’s thighs to bring their mouths together. Ezra lunged up to meet him, opening wide for Alaric’s tongue. Feral, hungry kisses followed that made him dizzy with pleasure.
His balls drew up as he thrust as deeply as possible, and he gasped into Ezra’s mouth. “Gonna come.”
“Fuck, me too,” Ezra panted before kissing Alaric again. Then he thrust his head back and let out the longest, sexiest moan just as wet warmth splattered Alaric’s stomach and chest.
Seeing this man so overcome by euphoria, watching him let go and knowing it was from what they were doing together. Enjoying each other…it sent Alaric’s own pleasure through the roof. He pounded into Ezra as his orgasm built and built, and when it hit, he couldn’t stop from shouting loud enough for the others to hear. He didn’t care—cared only about the absolute joy streaming through every part of his body.
“Yes!” Ezra cried out as he spurted again.
Alaric collapsed on him, then managed to force himself to roll off Ezra so he didn’t crush him. His heart skipped one of its racing beats when the man just turned and burrowed into his side, then gave his chest the most tender, precious sort of kiss before burying his face in his armpit. Alaric wrapped his arms around him and held him close while inwardly he could only reel. That had been the most intense experience of his life, and somehow, it had connected them. He knew in that moment that he was meant to be with Ezra. That this man belonged to him. And that all his fears about letting himself love another human weren’t going to make a difference.
Because he couldn’t see leaving him ever.