Chapter 13
My heart raced faster than a ship in hyper-drive as D’alton’s “ I love you” rocketed through my veins. I swatted the embarrassing tear trickling down my cheek away, even though D’alton looked nothing but charmed.
I’d had enough of pouring my heart out to lovers who never returned it.
With D’alton, I knew he would cherish my love and keep it safe.
The devotion in his eyes, the care in his lingering touch, the way he thrived on making my life easier—every embrace opened my closed-off heart more.
He would never throw it back in my face or give me ultimatums.
D’alton leaned down and kissed me on the nose before his sweet gaze turned hot. I moaned when he cupped my balls, and a bolt of lust buzzed from my gut straight to my nuts. Thank God. Enough weepy bullshit.
D’alton let go of my balls and shifted out from beneath me, his innocent smile turning mischievous. He planted a hand on my chest and pushed me into the mattress, his copper-colored eyes mapping every inch of my body, but something still held him back.
I’d let him take the lead. Remove all pressure. “Play away,” I said, lying spread-eagled across his bed. My dick stood up off my stomach, drooling, begging for his dark fingers to fist it.
“Do you mean it?” D’alton trailed a finger through the hair on my chest.
From the first moment I’d seen the graceful way he moved his hands, I’d been obsessed. His thick knuckles and capable fingers handling every task—from releasing the stems on sala leaves to handling a bow to folding my underwear—played on repeat in my dreams.
“You’re sure you’re not going to get all weird on me again if I call you handsome and give you compliments?”
Jesus, I’d been an asshole. “If you’re worried, test me.” Please don’t let me mess this up.
“I’m more worried about you punching me,” he teased, but his voice hitched with seriousness. D’alton’s long fingers glided over my chest, stopping to circle my nipples, sending shivers over my skin.
“You’re so strong.” He gauged my reaction before slipping one palm over my thigh and stopping at the sensitive skin in the crease of my hip. “Can I smell you here?”
Hell yeah. My cock bounced, wanting attention. “Do whatever you want, baby.”
His moan echoed mine as he knelt over me, hands planted on either side of my hips, and nuzzled his face into my groin.
Propped on my elbows, I watched as his purple tongue skated over the coarse hair where he inhaled.
When he squeezed his eyes shut and his tongue flickered over one fang, I knew what he wanted.
My pulse kicked into high gear, and my toes curled as he dragged his cool fangs over the thin skin. “Bite me,” I groaned.
The long line of his back arched, displaying the breadth of his wide shoulders.
When his molten lava eyes snapped open, they assessed every inch of my face.
I wasn’t worried. He’d see nothing but the truth of my desire.
Time slowed as he opened his mouth, baring his razor-sharp teeth.
My body hummed as his fangs sank into the soft skin beneath my balls.
For a brief moment, my leg jerked at the sting before my mind started to drift, swimming in a sea of arousal.
I moaned at the supercharged hit of lust, curling forward over him to scrape my fingers over the firm globes of his ass.
D’alton lifted off me. His bright smile, framed by puffy black lips and laced with the red of my blood in the corners, floated across my vision, making me dizzy. “You’re the best thing I’ve ever tasted. So much better than my brother. I want to sip at you all day.”
I laughed. “Ah…you don’t bite your brother there, do you?”
He paused for a moment, then laughed. “What? No. Quit being an idiot.” He pinched my waist.
“Stop. I’m ticklish there.” I squirmed under his punishing fingers.
He straddled my waist, pinning me as I bucked beneath him, and our cocks slid together.
His gold ring rubbed just under my slippery head, amplifying the heat rocketing to my groin.
In less than a second, D’alton’s tickles turned to caresses, and his mouth—all fangs, black lips and purple tongue—crashed down on mine.
An electric buzz built under my skin, and I ached to be filled. It had been so long since I’d had someone inside me. The market for closed-off introverts who didn’t trust much was pretty small, even before I’d been abandoned at a research station. But I trusted D’alton. With him, it would be good.
The best.
He ground down into my stomach as I thrust up, but no matter how knee-quaking the sensation, it wasn’t what I wanted. What I needed.
“What am I doing wrong?” D’alton stopped grinding and pushed himself to his knees. “Am I too heavy?” He wrung his talented hands together above my chest.
“Hey now, slow down a minute. Everything you do feels fucking perfect.” To emphasize the point, I rubbed my thumb over his fang, freeing his tongue.
Then I polished my swollen head with the fluid, shivering at the tingle.
“Look how hard I am. You did that.” I groaned as the heat spread, tilting my needy pelvis.
“Anything goes as long as we’re both into it, ’kay?
” I laced my fingers with his to stop his fidgeting.
“But I sensed something.” He looked away, and his voice quieted. “Like you want something different?”
“I want more of you.” Doubt didn’t belong in our bedroom. D’alton would never question himself again if I had my way. I shifted up the bed, leaving him swaying on all fours. His mouth dropped open when I grabbed my knee and brought it to my chest, baring myself to him. “Right here.”
Speechless, he stared as I worked myself open with the container of oil on his bedside table.
I smirked. Apparently, D’alton spent his nights the same way as me after watching movies together.
He was so fixated; I swore he didn’t blink until I pulled my fingers out and poured on more oil.
Still staring at my worked-over entrance, he shivered when I stroked the slippery liquid over his swollen crown until the deep-brown skin glistened.
“You with me, D’alton?” The cool ring spun around his oiled cock in a frictionless glide.
He shook his head, snapping out of his lust-filled trance. “Oh yeah. Sola’s blaze! Just keep looking at me like that, and I’m in. Whenever, always… Anytime!”
I chuckled and pulled both my legs back, groaning as my erection pressed into my stomach. “How does now work for you?”
He gulped, then crawled closer, reaching out with a tentative finger until it met the wrinkled skin around my asshole. “You’re so pink.” Mesmerized, he glanced up, almost bashful, and one fang popped out from beneath his lip. “It’s pretty. I like it.”
I stifled a laugh, not wanting to bring on another bout of his self-consciousness, but goddamn, how did a guy handle this level of sweet? Maybe I’d learn to love these compliments. “I’m glad, baby. You know what I think will look pretty?”
He shook his head.
“Your fucking dick. Sliding in and out of me.”
He stared at my face, then at my throbbing erection before returning his attention to my asshole. He licked his plump black lips, and his voice dropped to a deep growl that vibrated up my spine. “That’s not going to be a problem.”
With one steady stroke over his rigid length, he lined up, and I heard him mutter, “I can’t believe this is really happening.”
His low growl turned my muscles to liquid.
Slow and steady, he inched his way inside me, my grip on my knees turning shaky.
My mouth drooled as much as my cock in anticipation.
Solid and thick, he filled me until his balls pressed right up against my taut flesh.
The cool zing from his jewelry worked double time to send me over the edge.
“That’s so good, D’alton. Your fat cock is filling me up perfect. Like my hole was made for it.” Sweat trickled along my brow, and the AC clicked on. Likely C trying to regulate our body temperatures.
“Sola, keep talking.” D’alton began to move. Blood dripped from his lip. I didn’t think he even realized he’d bitten himself, he was so singularly focused. “Silver, you’re beautiful. Your hair is so soft and yellow, like my favorite melon.”
I almost laughed, but he shifted between my bent knees until he lay on top of me, our sweat-slicked nipples rubbing each other, stoking the fire. “Even better than I imagined. I just need…” Maintaining his achingly slow pace, he bent to reach my chest. “A little taste.”
When he pierced my chest with his fangs, it ramped up my arousal until every muscle clenched with need. My bent legs shook in my sweaty grip, but I wouldn’t let go for the life of me. “Just like that, keep feeding me your cock. Let me eat it up.”
D’alton thrust and bit and thrust and sucked until my body tingled and my mind flew. Desire, hot and bright, coursed through me. If I didn’t cum this very second, I might die.
Drugged by his venom, or whatever leaked from his fangs, I lifted D’alton, freeing his cock, and flipped him onto his back.
“You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.
” I bit at the soft spot under his ear while I whispered, “I’m going to make you feel so good. Just like you’ve been making me feel.”
I grabbed his silky hot length, pumped it once, then slowly sank down on it. “Fuck, D’alton. I’m so glad I left Earth.”
D’alton’s laugh turned to a groan as I rode his dick hard and fast. The burn was everything I’d been craving.
Arching my back to get the angle right, I fumbled for his balls behind me.
It only took one look at his dark hand gripping my cock for my orgasm to hurtle down my spine.
With my eyes squeezed shut and muscles quaking, I jerked and shouted D'alton’s name, painting his glistening brown skin with my milky white cum.
“Silver, yes. Oh, please…” D’alton grunted as he jerked beneath me, flooding my ass with his warm release.