Chapter Fifteen
Nate
Vee’s hot gaze turned my blood into molten lava. I fidgeted and gasped when my hard dick brushed against his thigh.
The breath left him in a rush and his eyes bored into mine, pinning me to the spot. He leaned in until his beak nearly touched my lips.
“Come on then, Frat Boy.”
Holy shit.
Nobody could ever find out how much it turned me on to hear him calling me that.
Vee got towels for both of us, then he led me out into the cool hallway of his cabin.
His bedroom took up one entire side of the house. The space was large but minimal. Oh my God, he’s so neat.
His bed was a low mattress on a simple wooden bed frame flanked by two side tables.
Lamps hung low over them from the sloping ceiling.
My eyes travelled to the floor to ceiling glass wall opposite the mirrored wardrobe doors.
Fog pressed against the windows, and I could just about make out a small clearing where the the ground was covered in frost.
I whistled through my teeth. “Wow, that’s stunning.”
“The window has a special treatment,” he mumbled. “You can’t see into the room from the outside.”
Vee stood in the middle of his bedroom, a deliciously cushy mountain of a man. Droplets of water still clung to his glossy feathers and the soft morning light streaming in from outside made him glow.
He’s radiant.
I dragged my eyes down his beautiful body.
“Forget about the window. You are gorgeous.”
I sauntered over to him and dropped the towel halfway on the floor. His eyes left mine and drifted down to where my dick twitched against my thigh. It was a little embarrassing how hard I was.
When you spent a lot of time in locker rooms, you got used to being naked real fast. You also learned to control your body to an extent.
Getting hard in the middle of a bunch of hockey players in the locker room happened to the best of us, but it sure as shit wasn’t fun.
We might all come from different countries but banter and chirping were our universal languages.
Walking up to him with a boner was nerve-wracking.
Cocky Decks getting his ass handed to him. For a moment, I was sure he’d chicken out, get dressed, and tell me to fuck off. And in that moment, I wasn’t sure if I was as bold as I made myself out to be.
Vee and I were about to explore uncharted terrain. Fuck, I hated my brain for hammering me with all the bad puns. But I had zero clue what to do from here on out. I’d never gone there with anyone.
His throat bobbed, and he still stared at my erection. It didn’t even falter under his scrutiny. Me and my dick stood our ground.
Then, Vee palmed my hip, bringing me closer to him, and slid his other hand down my chest.
“You’re so pretty, Frat Boy,” he murmured, and gave my nipple a teasing brush with his thumb that left me breathless. “And so fucking hard for me.”
His deep, gravelly voice reached every corner of my body. My body blazed with arousal. How is this even possible?
I’d never bought into that whole idea of love at first sight.
Even though it was more a love at ‘Hey, I caught you in a stupid trap while drunk’.
And yet… I wasn’t just physically attracted to Vee.
Being near him was like a spiritual awakening.
He fucking owned me and not even my inner voice had an argument against it.
It’s true.
This is what it must’ve been like for people who met gods or saints.
Let me worship you on my knees again, Saint Vee.
Vee’s palm curled around the side of my neck and he nudged my chin up with his thumb. He brought his beak close again so his breath brushed over my wet lip.
Just kiss me already. Suck on my tongue like you did yesterday.
“You said you’d figure out something for us to do once I’d taken you to my bedroom,” he rumbled.
A soft whimper left me when his deep voice travelled straight into my balls.
“Any plans yet, Frat Boy?” he added in a low purr.
Alright! If he keeps talking in that voice I’ll blow without him ever touching my dick. I shifted my stance and left a smear of precum on my thigh.
“Vague ideas,” I gritted out.
“I have a good idea of where to begin,” Vee muttered, and before I could do anything, he caught the next drop with his index finger, saving it from hitting the floor or getting on his feathers.
I cursed when he stuck it in his beak and closed his eyes to savour my taste. My whole body shivered violently, and I gasped when every single one of my hairs stood on end.
“Are you cold?” He tilted his head at me, eyes narrowed as he inspected my rippling skin. Then he rubbed my upper arm with the hand he had just sucked clean.
Oh for heaven’s sake. Breathe, Nate.
“A bit,” I admitted through chattering teeth that had nothing to do with my goosebumps.
Let’s not distract him from his idea. I’ll lose it if he doesn’t touch me already.
Vee pecked my brow with his oddly soft beak.
“Get into bed, Frat Boy,” he rumbled.
“Are you coming, too?” I asked as I headed to the futon.
“Oh yes.” Vee huffed. “I don’t think I have enough self-control to hold back with you.”
I glanced around. His gaze burned into my soul. He trailed his hand along my back, all four fingers spread so wide they spanned almost the entire width of my body. “Let’s get you warm.”
“Fuck, Vee, I’m about to burn up here. How much hotter do you want me to be?”
“Scorching hot,” he whispered. I groaned when he gripped my ass cheek. “Consumed by fire, a beacon in the dark of my days, igniting me right alongside you so we can burn together.”
Fuuuck. Nobody, ever, had talked to me like that. It was like fucking foreplay for my brain, and I was here for it.
He traced his feather-covered fingers around my hip, pulling me against his front; his hard cock pressed against my lower back.
“Du bist so schon,” he murmured.
“Okay, no German unless you want me to come before—”
Vee chuckled. Then he closed his beak over my shoulder and flicked his pointed tongue over my trapezius.
I leaned my head back on his chest so he could reach better.
We fit together perfectly. Two halves of an entity I hadn’t known existed until late last night, let alone that I was part of it.
Being here with Vee felt...right. I was exactly where I should be, and nothing in the world existed beyond the cabin.
“Lie down for me?” The question brushed over my wet skin and sent another, softer, shiver down my spine.
“Yes,” I said, because he needed to hear it. He had to know I wanted him as much as he wanted me.