43. Chapter 43
Chapter 43
Waiting sucks ass.
There was no date yet for when we would retrieve Vince from Xome. I was anxious to get him immediately, because I knew exactly what he was suffering at the hands of Agk. If Agk had even kept him. I understood Seth’s reasoning about not going in guns blazing and stealing them, even though that’s what I wanted to do.
Vince and the rest of the humans needed saving, and I had to do it. I needed to be the one to do it, even though I couldn’t really say I was doing much; at this point, it was all relying on Dontilvynsan’s negotiating skills. Nonetheless, I’d never leave the other humans behind. But I didn’t think Seth would either. He cared. He might not know them, but he cared, and he would use whatever power he had to save them. To save all of us that could be saved.
However, waiting for the green light was killing me. I paced a lot, which bothered Serlotminden, though he was doing his part to keep me distracted, usually with sex. I was more than fine with that.
I was currently on a high calorie diet as well as several nutritional supplements to help me gain weight, and more than that, become healthy again. My starvation and abuse on Xome had wreaked havoc on my body and mind. It was going to take time to heal, if I ever did. I wasn’t certain if my mental wounds would ever heal, because ghosts continued to haunt me, telling me that I didn’t deserve to breathe.
Mindy, now that the toxin had been neutralized, was healing in record time, at least by my standards. According to drakcol, it was rather typical.
A quiet moan came out of my lips when Serlotminden pressed kisses to my ass. He chuckled, then bit the fatty part on one cheek. I’d discovered that I loved to be bitten. Pain? No. Not my thing. Biting? Yes. Spanking? Yep. Really liked that. I also loved my belly button to be licked and sucked, and I had no idea why. I would’ve never thought of the belly button as an erogenous zone, but it somehow was on my body.
Mindy nipped and bit his way down my ass cheek, nuzzling as he went. He was obsessed with my hair, wherever it happened to be on my body. Currently, we were in a small war over my facial hair. It wasn’t enough to be considered a beard or mustache, but Mindy loved the scruff and wanted it to remain. I wanted to shave it off, especially after Caleb had teased me about it.
Mindy pulled apart my cheeks and groaned. He kissed the crease to my gaping hole. “You are so beautiful.”
I scoffed. He just liked seeing his cum leaking out of my ass. I gasped when his tongue swiped over me and he began to suck.
“What are you doing?” I asked, voice high-pitched.
Mindy dragged his scaled tongue over me, and I whimpered. Breath on my ass, he said, “Eating my seed out of your hole.”
“Fuck,” I ground out when his tongue delved inside of me. I fisted the sheets and felt my dick beginning to grow. “Fuck,” I cried again as Mindy continued to eat me out.
It had only been a few days, but Mindy was definitely finding out what I liked and didn’t like in regards to sex. I quickly decided I liked this. So did he, if his muffled cries and moans meant anything.
His breath rushed over my wet pucker, making me squirm, and Mindy nuzzled me. “I have you, Mate,” he said. When I stilled, he asked, “Yes or no?”
He wanted to know whether I liked what he was doing or not. It had been a commonly repeated question of late, and I answered with ease, “Yes.”
“Good. I like it too.” Mindy didn’t waste any time and delved back in.
Strangling the sheets, I gasped. I wasn’t particularly loud when we had sex, but Mindy was trying his damndest to draw noise from me, and each time I got a bit louder. Though I had nothing on him—it sounded like I was murdering him whenever we fucked. It was a miracle security didn’t break down our door on a regular basis.
Either our room was soundproof or people were used to his noise. That thought made me frown. Mindy had been with a lot of people before me, and I couldn’t help but be jealous. More than that I was worried.
How did I compare to a horde of people I’d never met? Also, sex was rather new to me. Was Mindy going to get tired of my lack of experience?
Two fingers plunged into my ass, and I cried out, arching into him.
“That’s it, Flower,” he crooned. “Fuck yourself on my fingers.”
Whimpering, I did. One of his fingers brushed my prostate, and I groaned, angling my hips upward to drive him in deeper.
“More,” I ordered. Sometimes Mindy was far too gentle with me, and I had to demand what I wanted.
A third finger entered me, and I pushed back on them, head bowed, groaning. I was getting close, so damn close. My cock bounced in between my legs, untouched, but it didn’t matter; Mindy’s fingers were more than enough stimulation for me.
My breath sharpened as a low roiling pleasure began to gather and my muscles tightened. “Mindy,” I groaned, voice low and full of need, as I impaled myself on his fingers, desperate.
His mouth latched onto the lower part of my spine, and he bit me. The sharp sting shoved me over the edge and my orgasm ripped through me, leaving me panting and lying in my own cum.
Serlotminden lay on top of me, licking and biting me. He lapped the beads of sweat coming off me, moaning. Carefully, he rolled me over, and I remained boneless beneath him. His hard cock pressed into me, pre-cum spreading over my skin.
“Want help with that?” I asked.
He grinned.
There was no way in hell my cock was rising to the occasion for the third time, at least not this soon, but I could suck him off.
Mindy grabbed my ankles and lifted my legs, and I frowned. What the hell was he doing? My ass was too sore for him to fuck me a second time.
At my expression, his grin widened. “Ah, my Flower, I love how little you know.”
A sharp stab prodded my chest at his words. Yes, I was inexperienced, but that didn’t matter. Sex did not define a person. Besides, I would learn.
He must have noticed because he bent forward, practically folding me in half, and kissed me. “I love you, and I adore discovering what you like, Bartholomew.”
“Does it bother you that I can’t match up to your previous lovers?”
“What match? You are my mate. They cannot compare to how I feel with you, Flower. You are everything. You hold my soul, and no one else.”
I flushed. “You don’t care?”
“No, and in many respects, I love the fact that I’m the only one who has ever seen you like this.”
I frowned, but my face was on fire.
“Now, I wish to come all over you, marking you.” Mindy straightened and rested my crossed ankles on his shoulder. My eyes widened when I realized what he intended to do. “Squeeze your legs together,” he said.
Mindy thrusted, and his cock scraped along the skin of my inner thighs, eliciting the most delicious tingles. My dick twitched, but nothing. Still, I gasped in pleasure as his shaft dragged against my balls and taint.
Holding me securely, Mindy picked up speed, fucking my legs in a quick rhythm. His teeth sank into his bottom lip, and he worried at the ring there for a few moments before stilted cries broke out of him. His hair hung in a white cloud around his royal-purple scales, and his long golden earrings swayed in time with his thrusts.
Serlotminden was beautiful, and he was mine. All mine.
My fingers traced the corded muscles in his arms and the prominent veins.
“Flower,” he panted.
“I’m right here. I will always be right here.”
His hips stalled.
“Fuck me, Mindy. Take your pleasure.”
He grew louder and louder, and I smirked. I’d learned fairly quickly that he loved to be talked to during sex. He hadn’t added it to his permissions as one of the things he enjoyed, but I’d found it out anyway.
My own breath had turned jagged. “You are mine, Serlotminden.”
He screamed and spurts of white cum painted me, covering my stomach, though a few globs landed on my chin.
I wiped it off and licked the substance off my fingers. The sweet and tangy flavor made me moan while Mindy growled, tackling me. Thankfully, he had the good sense to put my legs on the bed before he lay on top of me to scent mark me.