Chapter 24
Together at last.
Cincin meowed at me and Wyn when we entered, but I didn’t stop to even glance in her direction. I needed the man in front of me. I’d waited so long for him, and now I would never let him go. I cupped the nape of his neck and drew his lips to mine.
Wyn moaned and licked the seam of my mouth. He wasn’t one for preambles or slow fucking, as I was finding out, which surprised me, but I would adjust. Besides, I desired Wyn more than anyone before. He was the last person I would ever desire like this, and I was more than alright with that.
His scaled tongue twirled around mine, making me moan, and I pressed against him so our bodies were flush.
His hard cock jutted into my thigh while mine bumped his stomach.
Wyn growled into my mouth and attacked me in earnest. The kiss was frantic and hard, more teeth and tongue.
It was as if we were trying to consume each other.
With a grunt, Wyn fisted the hem of my shirt, tugging and pulling me toward the bedroom. I growled and shoved him into the wall.
He jolted with a moan, his cock hard against my thigh and his claws digging into my lower back.
I ripped my mouth from his and bit his throat before licking it.
Wyn whimpered, tilting his head to the side to give me even more room, which I planned to take full advantage of.
I bit him again, and he started to hump my thigh, rubbing his cock on me to find the friction he clearly craved.
I bathed and licked his neck, nibbling and biting upward until I reached his ears. Taking the lobe into my mouth, I sucked on it, and Wyn clawed at my waist.
“Monqilcolnen,” he breathed.
With a sharp tug on the stud in his ear, I pulled off with a pop. “What do you want?”
He wiggled against me.
Pressing my lips against his ear, I demanded in a low voice, “You have to tell me.”
“I want you to fuck me.”
“More.”
“I want your cock inside me,” he whispered.
“And?”
“I want you to fuck me until I’m begging for release.”
I kissed the delicate point of his tapered ear and relished the subsequent shudder that went down his spine.
I took the tip into my mouth and laved my tongue over it, slowly.
Wyn whined and trembled in my embrace. Not rushing, I sucked and licked, teasing the sensitive point until he was yanking on my shirt and whimpering.
Knocking his chin up so he faced me, I ordered, “Take off your clothes. Now.”
Wyn wasted no time in ripping his shirt off, and I suppressed a moan at the sight of his lithe body.
His light purple scales covered his lean muscles.
His dark purple nipples were hardened into tight peaks.
I couldn’t stop my fingers from dragging down his chest, and Wyn groaned, his head going back and revealing the alluring knot in his throat.
Crystal, he was lovely. I’d never seen another person in my entire life who was as pretty as he was, nor one who called to me as he did. I adored everything about him, and I couldn’t wait to explore his body as well as learn about his past and who he was.
My fingertips brushed the waistband of his trousers, and he shivered under the gentle touch.
Wyn’s scales were so delicate and smooth against mine, but they also scraped in the most perfect fashion.
I bit the knot in his throat, tugging him flush against me with a firm yank on his hip while I coiled my tail around his.
“You are lovely,” I whispered.
Wyn smiled. “I am aware.”
“Arrogant, are you?” I nipped his jaw, and he jumped, but his cock twitched in his trousers. I licked the same spot, bathing it fully. “Take off your trousers and let me look at you.”
He shuffled out of the rest of his clothes, leaving him utterly bare in front of me while I was still fully clothed.
Something about that dynamic was so arousing.
Wyn must have agreed, because his cock was hard and dripping.
For me. His cock was proportional to his body, but it was plenty thick with just the slightest curve.
The tapered crown was wide, and his balls were nice and round.
The scales on his cock and sack appeared so soft I wanted to rub my cheek against him.
The longer I stared at him, the harsher his breath grew, but not once did he try and hide from me.
I smirked with a confidence I didn’t feel. How was I supposed to do this? Did I even want to degrade him? I needed to at least try. “Are you that desperate for me? You’re dripping all over yourself.”
Wyn whimpered.
I dragged a finger over the length of his shaft, the wetness gathering on my fingertip. “Needy thing, aren’t you?”
“Yes. For you.”
Plunging my finger into my mouth, I groaned at the sweet taste of Wyn—my Wyn. I growled. “You taste good.” I gathered more of his wetness up and pushed my finger into his mouth, demanding, “Taste yourself. This is how much you want me.”
He whined, wiggling. His tongue swirled around my digit as he sucked like it was my cock.
I groaned. “Do you want to taste me?”
“Please,” he begged.
“On your knees. Now. It’s where you belong.”
He dropped without hesitation and began ripping at the ties to my trousers. Wyn yanked my trousers and undershorts down to my thighs in one hard pull, freeing my straining cock. It slapped my abs, leaving a splatter of pre-seed on my shirt.
“You’re so big,” Wyn groaned, gripping the base and dragging my leaking tip over his cheek. “I want you so badly.”
Unable to suppress it, I groaned, hips canting toward him.
His scales against my tip were sending sparks through me and forcing my eyes to roll back.
Gathering my scattered wits, I cupped the back of his head and fisted the silky pink strands of his hair.
“You are going to take me. Do you understand? All of me.”
“I will,” he replied.
Part of me hesitated being mean to him, even a little, because my instincts demanded I be sweet to the one who held my soul, but he wanted it.
If his dripping cock was evidence, Wyn enjoyed it.
I hadn’t been that mean to him, yet it made me feel bad.
I didn’t hate it as much as I thought I would.
However, I wasn’t sure I would ever grow comfortable with it.
I might never be able to truly degrade Wyn.
Even thinking about calling him names made me squirm. Thankfully, he didn’t need it.
But I did like the thought of dominating Wyn, of commanding him. He also seemed to enjoy it, and it showed how much Wyn trusted me to stop if he no longer wished to continue. That trust was arousing.
I pulled him back so his cheek could no longer tease me. It was hard to move him away; I was desperate to plunge into the wet warmth of his mouth. Wyn lifted his hands, and I yanked on his hair hard enough to hurt, but not enough to injure him.
“No hands,” I growled. “Just your mouth.”
Wyn swallowed, wiggling.
“Stick out your tongue.”
Wyn extended his black scaled tongue, and I groaned at the sight of him on his knees, mouth open and waiting for me.
Keeping a firm grip on his hair, I rubbed the length of my cock over his tongue.
Wyn whimpered and tried to wrap his lips around my tapered head, but I didn’t let him.
I was in control of this right now, and I was going to stay in control, as he liked.
Wyn was such an enigma to me, even now when he was on his knees and whining for me.
Everything in my life was orderly and neat, except my office when I was busy.
I knew what I had to do on a daily basis.
However, I never felt in control, even though I was a commander on a ship.
It often felt as if my life was spiraling out of control, as I pretended to be utterly calm.
I tried to control so much in my existence, to help quench the feeling.
Still, never did I actually feel like I had control.
But right here and now with Wyn, I did, and more than that, it was the trust he was giving me.
I needed it.
Pushing my tip into his mouth, Wyn moaned and wrapped his lips around me. A gasp escaped me as the wet heat of his mouth surrounded me. I wanted to plunge into him, but I held still to savor the feel of him around me and the sight of my cock inside him.
Wyn lapped at the tip, whimpering and moaning.
Each sound sent vibrations up my shaft, and waves of pleasure rolled through me.
I snarled, gripping his hair so hard I worried I’d pull some strands out.
All he did was cry loudly around my cock.
I slid in deeper, watching his lips stretch to accommodate my thick shaft.
He squirmed and curled his hands into fists, as if he was trying to keep from touching me. Or perhaps himself.
I pulled out, and Wyn complained. I ignored him and slapped my shaft to his cheek. Pre-seed splattered onto his light purple scales. I growled, my cock throbbing. My pre-seed belonged on his face, marking him, claiming him. I thrust back into his willing mouth, and groaned at the wet heat of him.
Tightening my grip on his hair, I tugged on Wyn, making him release my cock once again, which had him protesting, and forced out between my bared teeth, “You are going to take all of my cock, aren’t you? Desperate for it? You need it more than anything?”
Without waiting for an answer, I plunged into his open mouth and started to thrust in shallow strokes, going deeper with each one.
Wyn dragged his tongue over the underside of my shaft as I pumped in and out of him, setting my nerves alight.
I hit the back of his throat, and Wyn gagged around my crown.