Chapter 3 #2
And right now, all he wanted to do was get naked and let Evander lick the rest of him, too.
“If that’s what you want, sweet, then that’s what we’ll do.” Evander grabbed a kitchen towel to clean the rest of the goo off of him and then lifted him like he weighed nothing, carrying him out of the kitchen and into the front room where he laid him on the couch.
Corbin raised his eyebrows. “Not the bed?”
Evander laughed a little. The sound deep and husky. “Oh sweet, I was in that bed for months and months. I’m ready to be out of it. This is the perfect place for me to eat you up.”
He swallowed hard, his hips lifting up off the couch, trying to get Evander to touch something, anything, instead of just kneeling next to the couch and staring at him.
Evander reached for the hem of his T-shirt, pulling it off of him, and then worked open his pants to tug them off too. His slippers went flying, and Evander stared at him where he was laid completely bare.
He reached up to touch that stubbly chin, fingers tracing Evander’s cheek. “I’m not afraid of you, hunter.”
“Are you sure?” Evander pushed into the touch like a wild animal, demanding a firmer petting.
“I’m sure. I gotta admit, you’re… forceful. It’s a little intimidating, but hot as fire.” He was more used to being the aggressive one.
“Well, I don’t want you to be frightened, just aroused. I’m going for aroused.” Evander turned his head and nibbled on his fingers, making it sting.
“I am. Trust me.” Corbin rolled his hips. “Can you feel it?”
That slow smile smoldered. Flat out. “I can, lethean. And my knot is responding.”
“I’ve never taken a knot.” He’d had sex, sure, but only in the most casual of contexts.
“Good.” The deep, possessive rumble made his whole body clench with need. “I want that. I’m your mate.” Ev bent to put his nose to Corbin’s neck, breathing in deep.
“Yes.” He wasn’t going to argue that point. It would be ridiculous. He knew Evander was his from the very moment that he had laid eyes on the man.
Infected with vampirism or not.
“More like I’m infected with unicorn blood, my love. I think it makes me… hornier.”
Oh, that was awful, and he laughed out loud, a full belly laugh that eased a bit of the tension.
“You’re beautiful when you laugh. I think at some point we were dreaming together, and you were laughing?”
Corbin nodded. “I think you’re right. I dreamed with you quite a bit. It was a comfort.”
And he’d needed it desperately. It had been a lonely year.
That got him a much softer brush of Ev’s lips on his. “I’m sorry.”
“I’m not. I was willing to wait years. And don’t kill the mood.”
He wasn’t feeling soft and fuzzy, and he didn’t want to feel sad. He wanted to feel like he was going to set himself on fire, like he was the hottest thing on the planet, on multiple planets.
Or just to Evander, that worked too.
Evander licked a line of fire up his neck. “Got it. Mood on.”
“Uh-huh.” Why wasn’t Ev naked?
“Because I want to see you. Taste you. Do I need to put the food away, sweet? So it will be good later?”
How on earth was Evander so coherent? It simply didn’t make sense.
“I suppose I—— Do you want to stop and put the food away?” Was he that easy to walk away from?
“I’ll put the food away. You wait here. I want you.”
It didn’t feel like this desperate want like he was feeling. It felt like Evander was totally in control. He supposed that was good, except when it wasn’t.
Maybe it was the hunt that was exciting to Evander, not anything else.
Perhaps now that he’d admitted he was here, he was less appealing. He hadn’t run for very long; he hadn’t played hard to get at all. In fact, he was sort of like “Here. I’m right here. Take me,” and that was probably bad.
Was that bad? It didn’t feel bad. It felt necessary.
Suddenly, Evander was right there, standing over him, staring down at him with shining blue eyes. “You think too much. I need you.”
“How can I do anything but—”
Evander’s lips crashed down on his, sending his thoughts shattering, causing any ideas that he had to just skitter away.
That was probably good because he was thinking too much.
But with Evander’s hands on him and his mouth being devoured the way it was, there was no way he could doubt how much Evander wanted him.
With Evander’s dick pressing against his belly, huge and hard and hot as a brand, he kind of knew that maybe he was wrong about Ev’s level of desperation.
Ev’s hand began to slide over his body, pushing here and pinching there. Short nails barely scraped down along his rib cage—hard enough so that it didn’t tickle, but that it burned in the best possible way.
He wanted to respond in kind, but his hands felt like they couldn’t quite figure out what to do. They found Evander’s skin and they stopped there, just soaking in this amazing heat, fascinated by the planes and curves and muscles.
Evander didn’t seem to mind that all he could do was hold on.
The man just took him to new places. Places he’d never been before.
One hand slid down over his belly and closed around his cock, and Corbin thought he was going to jump right out of his skin.
He was on fire, and his balls were already pulled up.
He didn’t know how he was going to bear it if it went any further than this, but it had to because if it didn’t, he might die.
“That would be an absolute waste of a gorgeous dragon.” Then Evander settled between his legs, fingers stroking his cock, his balls, and then slipping down to tap his hole.
It was maddening and wonderful, and he never wanted it to stop, but he needed it to get bigger.
When Evander slid a finger inside him, it felt like he was embarrassingly wet. He couldn’t remember ever being so ready, in fact just from a few kisses and some touches.
He wiggled on the couch, spreading his legs to get more space for Evander to come up on the cushions with him. They were going to have to figure this out, and this was not a big place like a bed.
Evander laughed, the sound booming out, bouncing off of the ceiling and the walls.
The man was a force of nature, that strong throat working as he threw his head back.
“You are still thinking too much. Obviously, I am not giving you what you need.” Evander shoved two fingers into him, giving him no more warning than that.
He arched and bore down with his entire body, demanding more and harder, his focus on the way those fingers were easing him and stroking him to higher need all at once.
“That’s it, sweet, that’s perfect. I want you desperate for me. Your skin is so hot. Such a beautiful color, this verdant green.” Ev bent down to kiss the tip of his cock, then licked the drops of need that rolled from his slit. “Delicious.”
He reached to touch every bit of Evander he could from here: the long, soft strands of hair, the angular face, the hard and smooth skin. Every so often, he swore he could see horns, sprouting from the top of Evander’s head, but they didn’t. He knew they didn’t.
They couldn’t, could they? Maybe it was an illusion, sort of like something his brother Cullen could do, or maybe it was just his fantasy of the horned hunt being right here in his living room.
One way or the other didn’t matter, not when Ev sucked him in and put another finger inside of him. Getting him ready.
He wanted that knot so badly, and he knew that he was going to have to be stretched in order to take it.
His balls got tight and he barked out a self-warning. “I can’t wait. Please, I want to be on you, want you inside me when I shoot. Please.”
Evander purred softly, the sound vibrating all the way up along his shaft and down into his sac and up the back of his spine.
“Evander!”
Evander sat up and slid between his legs. And somehow Evander was naked with him finally. He didn’t know how. Maybe he magicked his clothes off. Who knew?
Maybe Corbin was just so deep into their need that he couldn’t tell what time was doing. But Evander was sliding inside him, that amazing cock filling him up to every inch that he had in him.
And that he knew; that he felt every inch of; that he understood on a bone-deep level.
He cried out and arched, managing to rub his entire body against Evander’s as he took more of that heavy cock.
This was what he wanted. This was what he needed. “Tell me you’re real.”
“I’m right here. I’m real and I’m inside you, mate.” Ev pulled back and then pushed in hard and deep, letting him feel every bit. Goddess, he wanted more, so he grabbed that tight butt, which was hard as a rock, and yanked, feeling Ev’s knot swell inside him.
He’d never been stretched so far. And he pulled in lungfuls of air, sucking hard. He was caught between trying to relax his muscles to make more room, when his body just wanted to clench and tighten and milk the knot inside him.
“Goddess, you’re perfect.” Ev bent and bit at the base of his neck, and if he was ever worried about the vampire in Evander before, he wasn’t now. There was no drawing blood. It was just a love bite. Admittedly, it was the most perfect love bite ever.
“You’re going to leave a mark.” No one had ever dared that. It was the most erotic thing he could think of, right at that second. Having a love bite. Holding Evander’s knot inside him.
“Yes. I’ll mark you on your body, on your heart, on your soul. I’ve waited for you my whole life. I didn’t even know it.” Evander rocked in again, lodging himself even deeper. “My beloved lethean.”
Corbin moaned, head falling back, hips rising. Beloved. That was a name for Cosmo or Cullen in his mind. He’d never thought he’d have this.
Not ever.
Evander grabbed his cock, refusing to allow him to worry, to think, demanding his focus in the here and now. Every nerve he possessed was firing, the pressure in his balls too much to take.
Evander swelled inside him, knot rubbing against his inner walls, and his legs flew up to wrap around Ev’s waist. He couldn’t let go if his life depended on it.
He shot hard, his legs trembling with the force of his orgasm, and he felt more than heard a bugling, a cry that was pure animal and pure joy and triumph.
He panted, clinging to Evander, as his mate shot deep within him, that knot fully engorged inside him, locking them together. He felt the deep, hot wetness of seed in him, and he imagined that seed finding a match in his body and making a growing thing.
Evander rubbed noses with him. “I couldn’t have asked for a more perfect moment, Corbin.”
“Me either. I waited and waited for you, Evander.” He held Evander tight with both arms and legs, not letting him shift his weight to one side. How had he come back to health so quickly after being so close to death for so long?
Evander chuckled. “I told you I heal quickly, although I have to admit, I’ll probably be eating for days.”
“It’s one of the best ways to fuel up your magic again, isn’t it?” Corbin laughed. “My brothers and I can be all about the food.”
“Good. That means we have something in common. As soon as we can get up and move, maybe we can have that pudding.”
“Sounds great.”
And it did sound wonderful. After they had a nap… The couch was actually pretty comfortable, and he was tired.
Turned out being knotted was exhausting.