Chapter 53
Do you understand what I'm saying?
I held Wyn in my arms as we ate. I literally couldn’t let him go.
It was as if my very muscles refused to release him.
It hurt far too much to have him away from me, even a slight distance.
After every other bite, I would press a kiss to his neck or cheek, simply grateful he’d returned to me.
Wyn did not fight my hold, but rather snuggled deeper into my arms. His tail was coiled tightly around mine, as if he wished to never separate from me, which was my own wish as well.
I hoped he was beginning to contemplate forever, because I was. A future without Wyn by my side did not exist, none at all. He was the meaning of my soul. I would never be without him for the rest of my life.
My lips trailed over his neck, and he tilted it to the side, offering me more, which made me groan.
I bit him, teeth easily finding the chipped scales, allowing me to sink into his delicate skin.
A lewd moan broke out of his lips as his rich blood washed over my tongue.
I sucked for a moment, then bathed the injury clean.
Wyn snagged one of my hands and guided it to his groin, wrapping my fingers around his hard shaft in silent demand—one I was more than happy to meet.
I pumped him a few times, and he whimpered and whined, pushing back into me.
I latched back onto his throat, sucking and licking as I stroked his throbbing cock with harsh jerks.
He panted, “Star.”
“Wyn,” I growled against his throat.
A low cry came out of his mouth as I continued to jerk his cock roughly.
Wyn writhed in my embrace, but he wasn’t actually attempting to free himself.
Pre-seed dripped out of his slit in a constant flow, adding to the slick glide of my palm.
I pressed sucking kisses to his scent gland to make him wiggle even more.
“Monqilcolnen,” Wyn cried as he arched and his cock throbbed in my hand.
Warm seed spurted out of his slit and covered my scales.
I continued to pump him with firm strokes until he was whimpering and pushing my hand away from his sensitive cock.
I kissed his neck, then gathered up his seed and offered it to Wyn.
He lapped his seed off my fingers without pausing.
I continued getting all of his seed, feeding it to him, until he was clean.
“You are very good at that,” I told him.
He wiggled in clear embarrassment, which made me chuckle.
“I think you enjoy your own taste,” I whispered, then blew on his neck to steal a groan from his lips.
Wyn ducked his head.
I jerked it back by his long braid, and he gasped. I growled, “But I think you like mine more.”
“I do.”
“Then I think you should take care of this,” I said, rolling my hips into him so my hard cock pressed against him.
He did not hesitate and turned around, practically lying on the floor and sucking the tip of my cock into his hot mouth.
His full lips stretched over the wide head as he looked up at me, his blue eyes wide and bright.
I snarled at the sight of him in between my legs.
There was nothing as beautiful as Wyn sucking me off, except perhaps me looking up at him while he used my mouth.
I did enjoy it when he took control, but I knew he also liked it when I was rough with him.
No reason existed why we couldn’t do both as we needed or desired.
I seized the braid in the center of his head, my claws sinking into the silky strands. I forced him down harder on my cock until the tip hit the back of his throat. Wyn swallowed around me, his eyes wet and saliva leaking out of the corners of his mouth.
“I am going to fuck your mouth,” I said as I pulled him off my cock, letting him breathe. I didn’t even have a chance to push him back onto my cock; he willingly sank down with a low groan that vibrated up my shaft, sparking pleasure through me.
Taking his head in my hands, I started to fuck the wet heat of his mouth with low snarls.
I forced myself deep into his throat with brutal thrusts, my balls hitting his chin.
Each smack made me groan, and every swipe of his tongue on my shaft had me losing my sanity.
The slick sound of my cock sliding in and out of his mouth mixed with his desperate cries and my low growls stoked my arousal like a raging fire.
His sounds and the heat of his mouth were enough to drive me over the edge.
I plunged deep into him, holding Wyn firmly in place so he had no choice except to drink my release, but he didn’t act as if he wished to be anywhere else.
He swallowed, gripping my thighs to keep me deep within him.
When my cock stopped firing rounds down his throat, he slid back, then began to lap at any of the seed that had escaped.
Wyn pressed a gentle kiss to my tip. Voice rough, he said, “I liked that.”
“As did I.” I pulled him back into my lap and kissed his forehead. “Now you need to eat.”
He chuckled, pressing his forehead into my cheek. “I should, but you keep distracting me.”
I turned to catch his lips with my own. I tasted the sweetness of my own release on his tongue. Wyn groaned, burying his fingers into my hair, practically attacking my mouth.
“Don’t ever leave me alone again,” he whispered against my lips. “I don’t want to be alone.”
“Oh, Peace, I won’t. I already promised.”
Wyn hugged me close, head tucked into my neck. “I hated it.”
My brow furrowed. Wyn was often alone and he had never acted as if it bothered him in the slightest. He did choose to work in the tunnels. He could work anywhere, but he’d chosen to be alone. However, I didn’t speak, because I wanted him to be able to tell me what was going on if he so desired.
“It was like before,” he muttered against my neck, pressing against the scent gland.
“Before what?” I asked in a soft voice, stroking his back.
“When I was a kit.”
My soul thrummed. He almost never spoke of his childhood. “Were you alone a lot?”
“I was the only drakcol child there. I was treated well, but I was very much alone. I spent so much time not having anyone speak to me or talking to anyone. Then when I went to the academy, I had no friends, nor did I try to make any. I barely spoke to anyone, and they almost never spoke to me. I was no one, especially at first. By the time I had proven my intelligence and my place there, I didn’t want to be friends with anyone.
” He looked at me. “Urgg was my first friend, and they gave me no choice.”
I chuckled. Urgg rarely did when they adopted strays.
“Then Seth and Edith. Now, Camden and possibly Bartholomew and Caleb. I have so many people.”
“You do.” I brushed my thumb over his cheek.
“But then it was gone.”
“Not gone, Peace. Just waylaid. They all still care about you and are right here. I promise. And you will see them soon, probably as soon as I release you,” I said, kissing his forehead.
“Seth, Bartholomew, and Urgg aren’t locked in their quarters anymore.
They will be pinging and seeing you whenever you like.
You can even see them today if you like. ”
“Not today.”
I breathed in his scent. “Not today.”
Wyn pressed as close as possible, and I covered him with my wings, holding him securely in my embrace. He took a deep breath. “I don’t like being alone anymore. I need to be able to see you and my friends whenever I want.”
I cupped the back of his head. “I will always be beside you, Wyn. I swear it.”
He kissed my neck. “Thank you.”
“No thanks are needed.”
“I don’t want to be assigned to the Vvekian ship anymore,” he whispered.
My soul lurched at a sudden rush of hope, but I forced it aside. “Right now is not the time to decide that.”
“I can’t be apart again.”
“And we are not apart. We are together.” I dragged my nose over the top of his head. “There will come a time to decide, but it is not now. If you feel the same later, then I will help you, if you wish.”
He curled in tight, and I rested my cheek on him, simply breathing.
Eventually, we did manage to eat a decent amount of actual food.
While I had had two helpings—seed did not count—Monqilcolnen hadn’t seemed satisfied, but I hadn’t been able to put any more food inside of me.
He had then taken me to the shower and washed me again.
I’d put up no fight as he cleaned me, feeling treasured, and if I dared to allow myself the impossibility, loved.
Now, we were cuddled together on the couch, doing nothing.
Monqilcolnen held me tight in his embrace, his face tucked into my neck.
It was peaceful, this quiet time together, and yet, the sense of guilt didn’t quite abate.
I had damaged the Admiral Ven, my home away from home, and placed this entire mission at risk.
I needed to fix it, but I wasn’t sure how.
It would be easier when we docked at a station and could regularly communicate with Tamkolvanloknol.
If I could communicate with all of the seeker teams, not just read their reports, I was sure it would help immensely.
With more seekers and engineers working as one, we would best my creation. I was sure of it.
But the niggling weed of guilt continued to prod at my soul. I should begin starting now, not lazing about with Monqilcolnen, as much as I enjoyed it. Much was to be done.
Monqilcolnen nipped at my neck, and I fought an instant wave of arousal.
Something about his teeth sinking into me was so pleasurable.
I enjoyed it more than I’d ever thought possible.
I didn’t even understand why. Something about pain had always aroused me, though biting had never done anything previously, but when Monqilcolnen inflicted pain on me, it was different.
It felt claiming, which I enjoyed on a whole different level.
I needed to be claimed by him, and I very much doubted that would ever change.
“Stop fretting, Peace,” Monqilcolnen whispered against my scales, elevating my pulse.
“When was I fretting?”
He laughed, and my soul throbbed. That sound would never not bring me a deep sense of joy. So few people could make Monqilcolnen laugh, and I could with ease.
“I can feel you tensing, and I know you.”
“You do,” I replied.
I hooked an arm around his neck, even though it was slightly awkward with me sitting on his lap. Monqilcolnen’s arms tightened around me, one hand flat on my stomach and the other on my chest.
“Everything will be fine,” he told me. It was a lie. Not even with his gift could he know that. Unless he’d had a certain intuition about it.
“Do you know that?” I asked quietly as I tensed. I wasn’t sure how Monqilcolnen would react; we hadn’t really discussed his inner fire much. I didn’t want to press, but I also couldn’t deny I was curious.
“No, not in the way you are asking.” He pressed another kiss to my neck. “But I believe everything will work out. And if it does or doesn’t, I shall be here with you either way. Nothing will take me from you.”
I swallowed and tightened my arm around his neck. “Promise me.”
He chuckled. “I promise. Once again. And I will promise you as many times as you need.”
“You do promise that rather easily,” I commented, searching, hinting, hoping he was feeling even an inkling as to what I was. We belonged together. I was fairly certain Monqilcolnen knew it, but I wanted more than belonging. I wanted him to love me as I loved him.
A star exploded in my chest. I loved Monqilcolnen.
I loved him. I would have never thought that was possible when I was a child or even when I became an adult.
Before Monqilcolnen, I would have never been capable of falling in love with anyone, but he had made it so easy.
And yet, I was terrified. What if he did not care for me as I cared for him? Could he even love me?
Monqilcolnen chuckled again. “It was an easy question, Wyn.”
“Was it?” I asked.
Kissing my neck, he growled, “Yes.”
Warmth filled my veins. That sole word gave me hope.