Chapter 34 Arwyn #2
Hector knew what I was attempting. I expected him to backtrack, but he didn’t. “I am. But if I get out of this bath, it means I have to face the world waiting outside of it. I think I’ll brave the cold a little longer.”
“If you don’t get out soon you’ll be a shrivelled old man by the time you clamber out.”
“Good.” Hector grinned defiantly. “Then my life is in your hands. You can feed me, dress me, wash me, take care of me. Will you still… love me when I’m old and wrinkly?”
“Let me see.” I leaned back, already undoing the buttons of my shirt.
By the time my trousers began to slip off my thighs, Hector was practically panting.
I felt the places his eyes lingered burn with the heat of his attention.
His obsession, or admiration, was enough to warm me.
So much so that when I climbed into the bath with him, I barely recognised the cold kiss of the water.
“Yes, I think I would. I like the sound of getting old with you.”
“Deal. I was wondering how long it would take you to get in with me,” Hector whispered, shifting his legs to give me room to lie beside him. “Glad I didn’t have to ask because I was getting close.”
“Well, you know. All good things come to those who wait, or something,” I began, hands grasping for his thighs as I positioned his body into the bow of mine, two pieces of a puzzle fixing together. “If you wanted me to join you sooner, you could’ve just used your words.”
“What fun would that have been?”
He had a point.
“Anyway,” Hector continued, “you were too busy stewing over should haves and could haves.”
“I’m here now aren’t I?” I reached for him, my touch greedy for Hector’s flesh.
“Come closer and warm me up then.” Hector moaned as he pushed his arse back into my groin.
It was no surprise to either of us that I was already as hard as stone.
My member, erect and standing to attention, pressed into Hector’s soft flesh, demanding more.
I took one of his arse cheeks, lifted it and slotted my hardness practically between.
Not inside, not yet at least. For now, I just wanted every inch of his skin on me.
If I could’ve forged our bodies together, I would’ve.
I got the impression, from his deep groan and arched back, that Hector felt the same.
“What we really should do is go and make a plan with our coven,” Hector said between the soft rocks of his body against mine. “Right? Tell me that’s what we should do and I’ll listen.”
I could barely focus on my answer as his rocking became more persistent.
Hector was teasing, torturing, and taunting me.
“You’re right. I guess we should…” I grumbled against his neck as I nuzzled into him. My teeth nipped to Hector’s delight, my tongue following soon after to soothe the tender skin my bite left behind.
Hector became breathy, his words broken as he continued searching for reasons to put a pause on what inevitably was going to happen. “Romy and Kai will be worried for us…”
“Let them.”
“Emon might come looking.”
“Your familiar will know that this room is out of bounds.”
“But…” Hector gasped as my hand wrapped his body, and clamped around his throat. “But…”
“Please,” I murmured into his ear before nipping at his lobe.
“Please, let me have you. We both know that time is not granted. Anything can happen next. But this… right now, is ours to claim. I don’t want to waste it.
And from the feel of this—” My spare hand cupped his cock which was equally as hard as mine.
“I get the impression that this is exactly what you want too. So, let me show you just how hot my love burns for you, Hector Briar. Allow me to prove it to you.”
“That’s not necessary.” His reply was barely a murmur. “I already know.”
“You do? Then do you know that I would ruin the world for you?” I asked, using my grip on his throat to turn his head back until we strained our mouths close to each other. “Oh great Houdini, does your limitless knowledge know that?”
I felt Hector’s harsh swallow echo across my palm. My vantage point allowed me to see his eyes rolling back into his head, the pleasure etched into every line and crease in his face.
“Yes,” Hector gasped, head leaning back, water sloshing around us. “I do.”
I leaned close to his ear, lips tickling his soft skin. “Can I have you, right now… please?”
Hector pushed back into me, vigorously. The pressure of my cock against the soft entrance of his arse was a god-sent gift.
I wasn’t a holy man like my father, but with Hector with me, it was enough for me to cry out my thanks that the universe could find me worthy enough to give me someone like him.
“I want to feel your love,” Hector replied finally, opening the floodgates wide so my self-control slipped away. “Every… last… inch of it.”
“Trust me,” I said, both in promise and warning. “You’re going to feel a lot more than that.”
Hector turned so quickly that the water practically leapt out of the bathtub.
He faced me, eyes wide with desire, mouth parted with heavy wanting breaths.
Before I could so much as blink, he was sat upon me, hand guiding my cock’s tip to the entrance.
Then, with a grin that could rival a devil, Hector sat himself upon my shaft, exhaling with every inch that he welcomed.
I gripped his thighs, pressing up into him, needing him more than I’d ever wanted anything else. Hector cried out in tandem with me, our voices blending into one symphony, until there wasn’t any more of me to take inside.
Time paused. A shift in the universe presented itself.
I looked up at him, water glistening across his freckled flesh, him gazing down at me.
It was in that gentle pause that I knew I really would do anything for him.
I got the impression the feeling was mutual.
I reached up, took him by the back of the neck, and guided him down until there was not but a breath between our lips.
I found myself wanting to cry. My eyes pricked with the threat of tears, so suddenly that my throat seemed to constrict. There was something I wanted to say to him—needed to say. And I had to do it in that moment, because I wouldn’t continue existing until it was between us.
“Thank you,” I said.
“For what?” Hector’s lips brushed mine as he replied.
“Seeing me. Loving me, and in that teaching me that I’m worthy of it.”
“You are worthy of love,” Hector rushed out. “Not just mine but the love of those who care about you.”
“I am?”
“Of course you are. I’d argue that you’ve always been worthy of it. Not only mine, but of the love from people whose duty it was to give it to you. They failed you. I won’t.”
I knew exactly what Hector was saying without naming names. For the first time I actually believed such a sentiment—a sentiment that would’ve once frightened me to death.
Hector’s forehead leaned against mine, eyes closing. “I only wish that I could’ve shown you that a long, long time ago. I wish I had been in a position to save you from unkind treatment, and allow you to have—”
“Shh,” I said, although I also wished for the very same thing.
“None of it matters. Because you came in and saved me at the right time. Whether I was worthy of it, whether I even knew I needed saving. It was like you finally brought the sun into my life when all I’d known was storm-clouds and darkness.
” I couldn’t stop. Our connection, both physically and mentally, broke the dam inside of me until the tidal wave of truth came gushing out.
“Hector, you’re right. I am worthy of you.
I see it now, I feel it. And I will never ever forget it.
Not in minutes from now, hours or days… that’s my vow to you. ”
I didn’t know what I expected Hector say, but what followed was a physical response that seemed to encapsulate everything I thought I wanted to hear.
A kiss that spoke of a thousand words. As our tongues met and lips forged as one, I sensed exactly what Hector would’ve said in response if he wasn’t busy devouring me.
You are worthy of my love.
You are worthy of love.
You are worthy.
You are.
You.