Chapter Four
chapter four
VERNIMER
I ’m roused from my slumber by soft hands dancing across my torso. The
gentle fingers trace my pecs, nipples, belly button, and abs. They’re warm and delicate, drifting over my skin with a tentative touch.
“That tickles,” I rumble sleepily, and the movement stops. “Don’t stop. Being ticklish is a novel experience. It is not so on Xendail.”
“Is that where you’re from?” Lucas asks, voice not above a whisper. “Xendail?” The name of my home rolls easily from his tongue, and I hum in approval.
“Yes. The fourth dimension. The dimension of servants.”
“Like maids?”
I breathe out hard, his soothing touch driving me insane. “Not quite,” I mutter, tamping down my arousal. He went through a traumatic event last night. I won’t push him into anything he isn’t ready for. “Those in that dimension serve as they are bid. It could be cleaning, entertainment, and sometimes even with their bodies. ”
Lucas’s hand stutters on my chest. “Not like prostitutes, right?”
I sit up and thumb across his cheek. Lucas shudders at the contact. “No. The souls that are there are there of their own free will. They sold their souls to be sent to the fourth dimension of Xendail. They don’t begrudge their lot in life. Be it cleaning, entertaining, or using their bodies, the souls in Xendail are happy to serve.”
“Do you partake in those souls?” he asks with a twinge of jealousy coloring his tone. “Are any promised to you?”
Tipping his chin up so he meets my gaze, even if he can’t really bring me into focus with only the moon for lighting. I thumb over his chin, watching as he blinks slowly at my touch. “I do partake, but I am not promised to any of them. I run my section of the fourth dimension. But when I heard your plea, I was unable to perform, and I feel that will always be the case now that you’re in my life.”
“Does that disappoint you?”
I cup his chin, listening to his breathing change, the soft exhalations now turning into pants. I can almost taste his arousal to my touch. Lucas leans into me, his want pouring off his skin in waves. “No, little one. That doesn’t disappoint me at all. You are gorgeous, strong, courageous—everything I would seek in a mate. There is no reason for disappointment.”
Almost tentatively, Lucas straddles me, placing his hands on my shoulders. “I don’t think I’m all those things but thank you for saying them anyway.” His eyes dip to my lips, then back up to meet my gaze. “Can I kiss you? Since I’m … you’re … we’re mates?”
“Oh, little one, you never have to ask.”
He lunges in, kissing me hard enough to bruise. My hand land on his hips, holding him gently as he grinds on me. Our tongues tangle, lips meeting in a rough and dirty kiss that has my cock so hard I would split him wide open.
Lucas whimpers, moaning and gasping as he plunders my mouth. He breaks the kiss and rests his forehead against mine. “I want you, Vernimer.”
“Are you sure? You’ve been through an ordeal that was quite traumatic. You do not have to give yourself to me. Knowing we are mates is enough for me until you are ready.”
“I want to,” he murmurs, nuzzling into my neck and breathing me in. “You smell like sex and lust. Fuck me, please. Make me yours.”
“You take charge,” I tell him, lying back so he’s straddling me. “Ride me, little one. Let me watch you fuck yourself on my cock.”
Lucas whimpers, bending down to take my lips again in a long, deep kiss. I hold on to him, grinding against him so he feels my arousal, so he feels how much I want him. I don’t want him to have any doubt that I desire him, regardless of anyone I have laid with in Xendail.
“Lube,” he says against my lips before kissing me again. He moans as his tongue drifts over mine.
I snap my fingers, and lube appears in my hand. I pass it to him without pulling away, wanting more of his lips. It’s such heady experience to kiss my mate. It feels unlike anything I’ve ever experienced before. I can feel him in every atom of my being, his very essence flowing through me lazily like lava over rock, and his skin is just as hot.
Pulling away reluctantly, Lucas stands and strips his clothes off. I undress more slowly, watching as he puts one foot on the bed and dribbles lube on his fingers. Once they’re slick, he reaches behind himself and opens his hole. I wish I could gaze upon it while he stretches himself. I can just imagine his entrance, nice and pink and ready for me to take him hard. But this first time will be by his design. He needs to be sure this is what he wants. His comfort is of the utmost importance to me as his mate.
“Good enough,” Lucas whispers, climbing back onto my lap.
Even though my dick is straining for relief, I hold my hand up, stopping him. “You will be in pain. I can’t have that. If you’re not ready, we will prepare you until you are. Turn around.”
His eyes glaze, lust reflecting back at me, and he nods, doing what I say. He bends at the waist, and there it is, that pink fucking hole. It’s nice and tight, pulsing as I gaze upon it. I lick my thumb and rub it against his pucker. Lucas curses, gyrating his hips.
“Don’t tease me, Vernimer. Get me ready so I can ride that big fucking cock of yours.” His words end on a moan when I move my thumb and ease my index finger inside him. Seconds later, my middle finger joins it. I pump my fingers in quickly, scissoring him open while I play with him. He’s so fucking hot and tight here. I can imagine how his entrance will feel wrapped around my length.
Once three of my large fingers enter him with ease, I pull out and slap him gently on the ass. “Climb on, little one.”
I hold my cock as he faces me, straddling my hips. “Do you have a condom?” he asks, biting his bottom lip as he looks down at me.
“No. I cannot contract human diseases, and you don’t have any. I would have smelled it on you. We’re fine, little one. Now take this dick, so I can make you mine.”
Lucas wastes no time, notching my cockhead to his hole and sinking down. His back bows when he’s fully seated, his pucker clamping around me like a vise. He circles his hips once, and we both hiss .
“Oh, fuck. Feel so good.” Lucas moans as he lifts his hips, rolling them, then drops back down. “How do you feel so good?”
“Because I’m yours,” I groan, holding on to his waist tight as I absorb all the sensations I am feeling.
I have had sex with countless humans, both here on Earth and souls in Xendail, but nothing has ever felt like this. His high moans burrow into my ears as he shouts his pleasure. I could listen to him all day, his moans and whimpers and groans on a constant loop in my head. His hot entrance grips me tight, not letting me go. The look of pure ecstasy on his face makes my cock twitch inside him.
Lucas rides me hard, his hands planted on my chest as his cock bobs between us. “Vernimer, oh fuck. You feel ….” He breaks off with a high moan, precum leaking from his cockhead onto my belly.
“You are taking my dick so well, little one.” I grunt, fucking into him as he slams down on me. “I can’t wait to fuck you on Xendail. In my demon form. Would you like that?”
“Fuck … yes. I would love that. Anything … you … want.” Lucas cries out, and his nails dig into my chest. The sting feels so fucking good, heightening my pleasure.
Gripping him harder, I pump up into his hole, trying to hit that special spot inside him that will drive him wild. I know when I have found it because he keens, babbles, and begs before his hot cum spurts across my belly.
“Come in me,” Lucas cries, still rolling his body on mine. Shudders wrack his body as more cum dribbles from his cock. “Use me…however you want…use me…”
Grabbing him around the back, I flip him over until I’m on top, place his legs over my shoulders, and pound into his hole. I don’t want it to be over so soon, but fuck, being with my mate feels better than I could have imagined. All the pleasure I have ever felt is compounded by a thousand as I plow Lucas’s hole.
He keens, nails biting into the skin of my back as he holds me tight to him.
“You sound so fucking pretty when you moan for me. Scream for me, baby,” I whisper as I gaze upon him in the moonlight.
Lucas throws his head back and does just that, screaming my name as he comes for the second time, shooting his release onto my abs, which mingles with his last orgasm.
I growl, stuck between watching his blissed-out face and enjoying the sight of his cock leaking for me.
“I’m going to fill you up, little one,” I warn him just before pleasure zings up my balls and out of my cockhead. My orgasm is like a freight train, barreling through me. My back bows as I empty into him, coating his walls with my load.
My knot grows and expands inside him, claiming him as mine. A torrent of his thoughts and emotions enters me, all his hopes, dreams and ambitions, all coalescing into a whirlwind of our mind meld.
“What’s happening,” he says in a soft, fucked out voice. “What is this?”
“I’m claiming you, baby. This is how demons claim their human mates. My knot will go down shortly. You are mine now in all ways.”
Lucas smiles widely, rubbing along my jaw with his soft, warm hands. “I’ve never belonged to anyone before. I’m a little overwhelmed.”
“Don’t worry, little one. I’ll take care of you.”
He sighs, leaning up as much as he can, and I bend down to meet his lips. He’s fucking flexible, his legs still resting on my shoulders as I take his mouth in a deep kiss .
We kiss until my knot goes down, and I pull out of him. I break our kiss to put his legs around my waist, resting between them as I kiss and nip at him.
Lucas hums, dragging gentle hands down my body. “I don’t want this to end,” he mutters, then sighs heavily, “but I have to go home. I can’t stay much longer. There’s someone…”
I stop kissing him and look into his eyes. The sun has come up more fully, and the muted rays bring more illumination to the room. I can see him more clearly, and he is a vision. Soft brown hair, large green eyes, pouty lips, and that cute little chin. Fuck, I got fucking lucky to be mated to human like him. Knowing I can make things better for him fills me with more purpose than all the centuries I’ve ruled over my section of Xendail.
“Who is this someone?” The jealousy can’t be tamped down, etched into every syllable I utter.
He sighs, sitting up with his back against the headboard. He doesn’t complain about leaking the copious amount of my seed I left inside him onto the sheets.
“Her name is Tara. She’s young and doesn’t belong on the streets. I’m trying to find a way to get her home, away from this life. I need to get home to her.”
I can feel his emotions through our mental link, battering me with his need to protect, his desire to be there for her, his hope to get her home away from the streets.
“You’re not going home for your…boss, are you?”
The vehemence in his voice almost rocks me back. “Fuck no. I will never have anything to do with him again. I wish he were fucking dead. At least my life wouldn’t be shit like it is now.”
“Again?” I ask, picking up on that word. “You were with him?’
Lucas chokes back a sob and nods, telling me about his past with his pimp. I snarl as I listen to how he was slowly made to believe he was selling himself for love when he was just being manipulated.
Prowling over to him, I grab the back of his neck and kiss him hard. “You will never go through that again. I’ll make sure of it. If you want that fucking lowlife dead, I will kill him for you.”
Lucas’s eyes well with tears, his bottom lip trembling. “Really? You’d do that for me?”
“I’d do anything for you. Say the word, and I will rip him limb from limb.”
Squaring his shoulders, Lucas nods. “I want him dead. Today.”
Smiling, I kiss his nose, grinning when I pull away and see how his cheeks pink. “Today it is.” I look at the clock on the nightstand, and the lights reflect 7:38. “When?”
“Let’s get more sleep, then I’ll text him and let him know I have all the money from our night together. His greedy ass will want the money right then, and he’ll tell me where he is. Then you can kill him.” He pulls me down until we’re on our sides, close to me so he’s not lying in the wet spot. “And I can watch.”