32. Second Life #6
He obeyed my frantic command. He pounded into my tight entrance without a single ounce of mercy. The wet slapping sounds of our bodies colliding joined the chaotic symphony of Mateo and Luca across the room. We were all drowning in a sea of pure, unadulterated pleasure.
The friction became absolute agony and pure ecstasy.
I felt the heavy, throbbing pulse of Draco's ancient seed building rapidly deep within his groin.
The roaring fire in my own blood reached a point of absolute combustion.
I was completely blind to everything except the staggering fullness of his cock and the raw, emotional weight of his love.
Across the room, Mateo let out a deafening, feral roar. Luca screamed a broken, garbled note of pure release. I heard the heavy, wet sounds of the werewolf spilling his hot seed deep inside Luca.
That massive release triggered my own breaking point.
I shattered completely. I threw my head back and screamed Draco's name into the vaulted ceiling.
A hot, heavy flood of my own climax erupted from my aching cock.
I pumped thick ropes of my seed directly onto the space between our bodies, coating his stomach and my own chest.
A single second later, Draco locked his hips against mine.
He drove his massive cock into my body one final, devastating time.
He held himself perfectly rigid against the cold stone wall.
A boiling flood of his thick seed erupted deep inside my aching hole.
He pumped his heavy load into my body with forceful, pulsing spurts.
The sheer volume of his climax was staggering.
I felt my stomach physically swell from his ancient essence.
We rode the intense aftershocks together.
Draco kept me pinned securely against the wall.
His chest heaved violently against mine.
We both pulled useless air into our lungs, completely wrecked by the overwhelming intensity of the four-way release.
He pressed his forehead against my shoulder and held me there, keeping us entirely connected while the chaotic energy in the room slowly faded into a heavy, satisfied silence.
We stayed pinned against the cold stone wall while our breathing slowly returned to normal. The chaotic energy in the room had settled into a heavy, satiated silence. Draco finally pulled back. He withdrew his massive cock with a slow, wet slide that left me completely empty and shivering.
He turned his head and looked across the room. Mateo was still kneeling on the rug, his broad chest heaving. Luca lay limp beneath him, completely wrecked and gasping for air.
“Mateo,” Draco said. His voice was a quiet, absolute command that brokered no argument. “Take Luca back to his room.”
“Yes, boss,” Mateo rumbled. He stood up, adjusting his tailored trousers, and reached down to haul Luca up from the floor. Luca could barely stand, but Mateo supported his weight effortlessly as they moved toward the heavy oak door. It clicked shut behind them, leaving us entirely alone.
Draco turned back to me. The feral predator had vanished, replaced by a profound, exhausted tenderness.
He did not ask me to walk. He simply scooped me up into his arms, carrying me across the room with an ancient, effortless strength.
He laid me gently down on the ruined, sweat-soaked sheets of his massive bed.
He climbed in beside me and pulled me flush against his chest, wrapping his arms securely around my back.
His hand moved slowly through my hair. The room was quiet except for the fire and the house and the sound of Drake attempting to re-enter the room by scratching at the door with increasing hostility.
“I love you,” Draco said.
He said it without preamble. Without qualification.
Without three layers of legal architecture and a footnote and a sub-clause.
Four words, delivered into the dark of his bedroom with his hand in my hair and my blood in his veins and the weight of a thousand years of practice at not saying it behind them.
“I love you too,” I said. “You impossible, stubborn, ridiculous vampire.”
“I am none of those things.”
“You are all of those things. You burned your sun tolerance to find me.
You can't go outside during the day anymore. That is the single most dramatic gesture in the history of romantic gestures and you did it without telling me first because you are constitutionally incapable of sharing information before making life-altering decisions.”
“The decision was time-sensitive.”
“The decision was insane.”
“The decision was effective. You are here.”
“I'm here.”
“Then the decision was correct.”
I pressed my face against his chest and breathed him in.
Cedar and metal and blood and the faint, lingering scent of silver that would probably never fully leave him.
The scar on his chest. The daylight he had given up.
The true name he had spoken aloud in a room full of people who could use it against him.
The things Draco Reed had sacrificed to bring me home.
“Hey,” I said.
“Yes.”
“Cassiel says the horse was smarter.”
Draco went very still beneath me and closed his eyes.
“He was right about the horse,” Draco said.