Chapter 43 #2
“Good morning, leelan,” Brady said before kissing his mate behind his ear. “Did you sleep well?”
“I did…and you?”
“Yes…it appears I sleep better when I have my naked mate in my arms,” Brady replied, smiling.
Turning over so he faced Brady, Lucius grinned. “Funny, that’s what I was thinking too.”
The joy shining in his mate’s face was dazzling—brighter than the sun, and it rendered Brady speechless; he vowed that whatever it took to keep that smile on Lucius’ face, he would do it.
Reaching up, his hands framed Lucius’s face, holding it still for a moment.
Then, unable to wait any longer, he leaned forward until his lips were a hair’s breadth away from Lucius’ and murmured, “You are my sun…lighting the darkness that so long has filled my soul. You are my moon…filling my heart with love…the love I thought had abandoned me. You are my stars…showing me hope is always there…that I just have to look for it. Lucius, know this…my love for you will never die, it just grows stronger with each passing day…and no matter where life takes us, I will always be yours…by your side… loving you…supporting you…protecting you. I swear that to you.”
Tears filled Lucius’ eyes before spilling down his cheeks, only to be brushed away by Brady’s thumbs.
His mate’s love swept through him, filling the hateful cracks Valerian had chiseled in his soul during the long, dark years he spent with him.
One by one, they slowly began to heal, responding to the selflessness of Brady who’d accepted him despite knowing about his sordid past. “Mate,” Lucius said, his voice filled with emotion.
“My mate…I didn’t know it was even possible to love someone as much as I love you…
but I do now…and I always will. I thank the Fates for sending you as my savior when I didn’t think life was worth living.
You are the anchor I can grasp when my world seems headed for rocky shores, or when I don’t know who to believe, or who to trust…
you make me feel safe…something I haven’t felt for a very long time. ”
Brady couldn’t hold back any longer. His lips met Lucius’, pressing gently at first, then deepening the kiss, but still craving more.
When his mate opened his mouth to moan, Brady slipped his tongue in, seeking and finding his mate’s.
Wrapped around each other, their tongues danced, exploring their unique flavors.
Desire shot through him, setting his body on fire until he was sure nothing would be left of him but ashes.
Fighting the lust he had for his mate, Brady knew their time alone together was limited; Mystia and Vasile would be arriving shortly.
He nearly succeeded in regaining control of himself, but lost it when he heard his mate’s plea.
“Please, Brady, I need you so bad,” Lucius’ whispered, his words sending puffs of air against his mate’s lips.
“Please…I need you in me…please.” Reaching down, his hand circled Brady’s cock, squeezing it before stroking it.
Bringing his hand up over the cock tip, he caressed it, seeking out the sensitive nerves below the ridge.
Brady gasped at the touch of his mate’s hand—his hips began to thrust forward.
With the next few strokes of Lucius’ hand, Brady knew his cock needed to be inside his mate.
Flipping Lucius onto his back, Brady knelt over him, searching his face for any signs of distress.
Finding none, he growled, “Did you mean it? Do you want me to make love to you?”
Nodding vigorously, Lucius murmured, “Yes…please.”
Brady leaned over to grab some lube from his nightstand, but before he could use it, it was snatched from his hand.
“I don’t need it,” Lucius said in answer to his mate’s raised eyebrow. “I’m already open for you.” Then he spread his legs so his mate could see.
Brady’s eyes rounded at the sight. His mate was, indeed, ready. Holding his cock against Lucius’ opening, Brady pushed in slowly, giving his mate time to adjust.
Moaning with pleasure as Brady’s cock sank deep within him, Lucius closed his eyes, relishing the feeling of his mate’s blood pulsing strongly. He was in heaven; nothing had ever felt so good and he knew he’d want to do it again and again. Thrusting his hips up, Lucius begged, “More, mate…move.”
Responding to his mate’s command, Brady slowly pulled his cock back before thrusting it back in, quickly establishing a rhythm.
With each plunge, Brady felt his cock being caressed by his mate’s velvet tunnel; there was no doubt it was made for his cock.
Feeling the building of his orgasm, he changed the angle, now hitting his mate’s magic spot.
“Oh! Oh! OH!” Lucius cried out as Brady’s hit his prostate several times.
He needed more. Wrapping his legs around his mate’s hips, he thrust upward, encouraging his mate to sink deeper inside him.
Grabbing his own cock, stroking it in time to Brady’s movements, he felt his balls draw up tight to his body, knowing his cum was only seconds away from erupting.
Propping himself up by his arms, Brady kept his eyes on Lucius’ face, waiting for his fangs to drop. When they appeared, he tilted his head, exposing his neck for his mate’s bite.
Roaring as his cum shot up between them, Lucius sank his fangs into the pulsing spot on Brady’s neck. Blood—his mate’s blood—filled his mouth spurring on his orgasm as Brady’s hips reached a crescendo, flooding his insides with cum.
Before Lucius could withdraw his fangs, thousands of pinpricks covered his body.
Then, as the sensation faded, he saw glowing, purple threads wrap around them, binding them together with its magic.
Spellbound by his mate’s love for him, Lucius licked the marks on Brady’s neck before dropping his head back onto the pillow, a contented smile on his face.
All was finally right in his world.