Chapter 37
Unplanned but definitely not passionless.
Wyn growled and instantly yanked off his shirt.
The sight of his lean chest framed in his leather harness made me groan.
He was so beautiful. I lifted my hands to touch him, then dropped them.
The last time we’d done something similar had been in the experience suite, and he’d told me not to touch him. I was unsure if the same rules applied.
He grabbed my hands and planted them on his hips. “Touch me, Monqilcolnen. I want you to.”
I gripped him tight and arched up, rocking into him. Wyn whined, falling forward to grab my shoulders. He pressed back against me, his full butt grinding into my cock. Stars flashed behind my eyes, and my breath turned harsh.
“You’re wearing too much,” Wyn panted, yanking on my shirt.
We ripped off each other’s clothes as fast as physically possible.
His need was driving mine to heights I’d never experienced.
He was still on top of me, and my cock throbbed at his fierce expression.
Never had I submitted to someone like this, and I’d never realized how much I would like it.
It was as if all of my worries left my head and all I could focus on was Wyn and what he wanted from me. It made everything so easy.
Slowly, he bent forward and placed his hand on my neck like a necklace. He didn’t grip me tightly or cut off my air; Wyn was taking possessive ownership of me. A bead of pre-seed fell on to my abs, and I panted. His voice was low and rough as he demanded, “Did you want to make me jealous?”
“No.”
“Then what exactly was your plan?”
Jealousy wasn’t normal in Drakcon culture.
Possession, yes; jealousy, no. We could only mate once, so old lovers didn’t hold any sway.
But Wyn didn’t know of my attachment to him, and he was far more possessive than I would’ve guessed.
Why he feared Vorjyn would ever be able to take me from him was a mystery.
Wyn was far superior to Vorjyn. There was no competition.
“To send him aboard and then spend the rest of the day with you,” I said, my voice rough with need. “I had no plan besides that, Wyn. I wasn’t trying to make you jealous or hurt you.”
He didn’t answer, but he did lift his fingers to my mouth.
I opened without hesitation. Wyn pushed two of his fingers into my mouth, and I laved my tongue over them, sucking and licking them like I would his cock if he allowed me.
He ripped them from me, making me protest, but he ignored me.
Going up on his knees, he reached behind him.
I groaned. He was opening himself up with my saliva.
Gripping the base of my cock, he angled it toward him and sank down in one hard move.
I winced, as did he. It was far drier than I liked, but I hadn’t thought to bring lubrication with me.
My own pre-seed would be enough to ease our way soon.
Wyn rose, then thrusted down. I moaned. His channel was so tight and warm around me.
My eyes fell closed at the squeeze, fighting off my orgasm already.
Fingers gripped my airway, cutting it off for a single instant, and my eyes shot open.
Wyn growled, and I leaned my head back, offering him my throat.
Panting, he said, “Keep your eyes on me, Monqilcolnen. Just me. I want to be the sole thing in your sight. I want to be the only person you ever think about.”
As if I could think about anyone else. Wyn had dominated my thoughts for years.
“Wyn,” I cried.
“Just me,” he ordered.
“Just you, Peace.”
His hand on my throat, Wyn began to ride me in fast, rough moves that stole my every thought. I opened my legs wider and planted my feet so I could buck into him. He whined, “Ngh, so good. More.”
Who was I to refuse him?
As Wyn came down, I rutted up. We pounded into each other, our eyes never leaving, and low rumbles kept escaping my lips.
My noise was joined in the symphony of our bodies slapping together, the squelch of my cock tunneling in and out of his passage, and the whimpers leaking out of Wyn.
He was making nonsense noises that fueled me to keep pumping into his body.
That and his hand around my neck. I loved the claim of it.
“Monqilcolnen,” he shrieked, clearly not caring about who heard us.
“Kiss me,” I begged.
With a groan, Wyn crashed his lips into mine.
I attacked his mouth, sliding my tongue inside of him.
He battled me for a moment before I ceded all control to him, letting him do whatever he wanted.
The kiss grew wet and violent as we panted, licked, and bit as we fucked hard.
I never wanted this moment to end, but I could feel my balls tighten to hug the base of my shaft as well as the tingling racing down my spine.
All my muscles began to clench, winding so tight it was almost painful.
“Wyn,” I breathed against his lips.
“N-n-not yet,” he whined. “So-so close.”
I wasn’t going to make it. Moving a hand off his hip, I gripped his cock and pumped it fast and hard.
I made sure to tease the sensitive point with my thumb, trying to bring forth his release before I lost control of mine.
He whimpered, then mashed his lips against mine, desperate.
A low groan ripped from me as a wave of pleasure crashed through me and my cock bucked, unloading my seed inside of him.
Only a moment later, Wyn cried out, and his seed painted our stomachs.
Wyn flopped down on top of me, panting. I wound my arms and wings around him, my tail taking his, to keep him close. He’d said he would never do what happened in the experience suite again, but I couldn’t help but worry. I needed him close, especially now.
He pressed gentle yet needy kisses to my chest. “Again.”
I chuckled. “Another? Already?”
“Yes,” he said, biting me.
Grunting, I rolled so I was on top of him. His cock was already stiffening up. I needed a few more minutes. Wyn gave me a soft smile, his scales shiny with sweat. I ran my tongue over his forehead, making Wyn moan. He tasted of salt and the floralness of his scent.
“I will fuck you as many times as you want,” I told him, our eyes locked together.
He nudged my butt with his feet. “Good. Another time.”
Capturing his mouth, I did as my mate bid.
I got to my feet to get more water and peeked back at Monqilcolnen.
He was still fast asleep with Cincin curled up right next to his head.
I’d worn him out, apparently. We had ended up going three times before I was satisfied.
When we’d come out, no one was waiting to use the room, but we did receive a few reproachful looks from the kanxan’si nearby.
The rest of the day had actually been fun.
Monqilcolnen took me to the cat shrine, and we snuggled and played with the house gods there, then we ate at a Kanxan restaurant, which served roasted and pickled bugs and mushrooms that were delicious.
We’d then searched for a new trinket for his office, choosing a floating rock from Lavanax’si in the end.
Brushing his cheek with the tip of my tail, I smiled softly at him and then left the bedroom.
The shared space was dark, with only recessed lights along the edges to guide me.
I went to the dispenser and got a glass of water, drinking it all, then moved to go back to bed when the door chimed.
I paused. It was in the middle of the night.
Unless… He wouldn’t dare.
A snarl built in my chest. He’d better not be visiting Monqilcolnen at this time of night.
I snagged a pair of loose trousers and yanked them on before stalking to the door.
I slammed the button to open it, and Vorjyn blinked when it was me, not Monqilcolnen standing in front of him.
His eyes trailed over my bare chest and landed on my crumpled wing.
I crossed my arms. “What?”
“Where is Monqilcolnen?”
“Sleeping, and no, I will not wake him. You need to leave.”
Vorjyn smiled, but it was a smirk that dug into my brain like claws and stirred a primal part of me.
An urge to punch him, to rip him to shreds, washed through me.
I ignored it as best I could. It wasn’t easy, though.
I cared deeply for Monqilcolnen, and this man was attempting to take him away from me.
It also didn’t help that his red eyes were completely dead, void of any emotion.
“Confident, aren’t you?”
“Monqilcolnen doesn’t want you,” I answered, though doubt curled inside of me. He’d wanted Vorjyn at some point, and Monqilcolnen hadn’t given me leave to speak for him.
“Then why are you trembling in fear?” When I didn’t respond, he continued, “Look at you pretending that you measure up to Monqilcolnen. Absolutely pathetic.”
“And you do?”
“No,” he replied. I blinked. Vorjyn chuckled, but it was a dark thing that made my tail flick. “Let me tell you some things, Wyn. Some might ease you and some… probably won’t.”
“I don’t need you to tell me anything about Monqilcolnen.”
“I highly doubt that.”
I swallowed. Did Vorjyn know things about Monqilcolnen that I didn’t? I could accept his cousins knowing more about him than I, but another man who still wanted him? Never.
Vorjyn didn’t bother to wait for me to respond. “I do not want Monqilcolnen as you do, nor were we more than fuck friends. Friends might even be stretching the word. I don’t have friends. It’s not in my nature.”
My brow furrowed. “Then why do you care?”
“Because Monqilcolnen saved me many times by simply being there, and he’s helped me escape my parents' clutches more than once. I owe it to him to protect him.”
“I am not a class jumper,” I snapped.
“But you are not his equal. Monqilcolnen was made for greater things than either you or I will accomplish, and to think that you”—he waved his hand at me—“can measure up is laughable.”
“Because of my wing?” I asked, raising an eyebrow. “He doesn’t care.”
“I doubt he would. That’s not him. I don’t care about it either. Why would I? But many others will.”
“So?” I couldn’t live my life worried about what people would think about my wing. My malformed wing was a part of my body, and my body was amazing.
“He will have to deal with people questioning his choice.”
“As will I.” I knew exactly what I was in for if the two of us ended up together. The questions, the whispers, the curious looks would never cease.
“He also has someone.”
I froze. “What?”
“Monqilcolnen has never said anything to me directly, but there’s someone he’s wanted for a very long time.” Vorjyn crossed his arms as his tail flicked.
“How are you sure if he’s never told you?”
“Have you seen the cheap stylus he keeps in his office?”
Tension coiled like a spring in my gut. “Yes.”
“It belonged to that person. I touched it once, and Monqilcolnen lost all composure and attacked me. He warned me to never touch it again. Told me it belonged to the most important person to him.”
“It might not be someone he wants,” I said weakly.
He snorted. “You don’t believe that either.” Vorjyn took a step closer. “Look, kid, you’re young, and you don’t want to break yourself on him. Shape up and move on. But it’s your choice. I honestly don’t care either way. I’m leaving as soon as I can find a ride out of Coalition space.”
I stared at the empty corridor, Vorjyn a long time gone, soul thudding.
If Monqilcolnen wanted someone else, then why was he with me?
Listlessly, I wandered back to the bedroom and lay next to Monqilcolnen.
The instant I was under the sheet, he rolled and drew me close.
With his nose buried in the crook of my neck, he grunted, slinging a leg over me.
“Wyn,” he muttered. “Where were you?”
“Water,” I squeaked.
“Sleep.” Monqilcolnen tightened his grasp. All I could do was stare at him. Would he ever be mine, or was I being foolish? My eyes burned. I feared I knew the answer to that question.