Chapter 21
Venturing into the unknown should have frightened Drexley, but he was remarkably calm about being intimate with Ducarius.
Perhaps calm is not the right word, Drexley mused as he rushed through the castle.
He grinned. Anticipation bubbled through him, and he was eager to gain a thorough education of how to please and be pleased by his other half.
Adney had retired immediately after their evening meal, which was another worrying sign. But the best Drexley could do for the necromancer now was ensure that nothing bothered him until morning. Thankfully, Drexley’s feet made no sound as he moved down the hall and entered the library.
Ducarius was already there, but he was surprisingly seated with a book on his lap.
“Have our plans changed?” Drexley asked, disappointment dampening his mood. He hoped his feelings were not visible on his face. The last thing Drexley wanted was to make Ducarius uncomfortable. If he was not ready yet for sexual relations, Drexley would respect his decision.
“Plans?” Ducarius asked. “What is wrong?”
“I am the one with the poor memory. We spoke of it earlier, but it is fine if you have changed your mind.”
“Drexley, what are you talking about?”
“You mentioned stripping me of my clothing.”
Ducarius blinked heavily. “I did not realize you wanted to rush to bed immediately after dinner.”
“If you are willing to be with me, I can find no reason to wait.”
Setting aside his book, Ducarius rose and snatched Drexley’s hand as he led them swiftly out of the library.
Grateful that Ducarius shared his eagerness, Drexley grinned and happily followed Ducarius to his bedchamber.
It was thankfully on the second floor of the castle, so the journey was short.
Ducarius shut them inside and hauled Drexley into his arms.
“One of the books I read spoke of two men requiring oil to be together,” Drexley said. “Adney has provided me with many scented oils through the centuries as he believes a gentleman should smell his finest. I hope it will be sufficient.”
“Do you know how the oil is used?”
“Yes, I have already experimented and enjoyed the feel of it.”
“Where do you put it, Drexley?”
His face growing warm, Drexley laid his head on Ducarius’s shoulder. “I put it on my fingers and touched my hole. It also occurred to me to use it as I stroked my shaft. Both were very enjoyable.”
“Do you want me to fuck you? To sink my shaft into your hole?”
Lifting his chin so their eyes met, Drexley nodded. “Yes, it is what I dream of most. Although I do like the idea of tasting you.”
“I will taste you as well, have no fear. We will leave no stone unturned.”
Drexley wasn’t sure how he planned to respond, but thanks to Ducarius he had no chance to find words. The other sentinel captured his mouth in a deep searing kiss that made Drexley’s knees tremble. It was incredible.
But to his annoyance, Ducarius pulled away and took Drexley’s hand again. Drexley offered no complaint once he realized Ducarius was leading him to his bed. Ducarius sat on the edge and patted the spot next to him.
“Sit and remove your boots.”
Before obeying the order, Drexley tugged the pouch of oil from the pocket of his robe and handed it to Ducarius.
The other sentinel stretched to set it on the table next to the bed, then tackled the laces of his boots.
Drexley slipped out of his own footwear and kicked them out of the way.
Ducarius yanked the daggers from his sides and slapped them onto the table.
They reached for each other at the same time.
Amused, Drexley smiled into their kiss. Dragging his fingers through Ducarius’s untamed locks had easily grown into one of Drexley’s favorite pastimes, and he couldn’t resist the temptation to indulge himself.
Ducarius groaned and slipped his tongue between Drexley’s lips.
Although they had barely started, Drexley’s rod was already thickening in his hose, and he grew vaguely concerned that he might not be able to hold out until Ducarius was inside him.
It would not be the end of the world if his seed spilled early, so Drexley clung to Ducarius.
He was immediately rewarded by Ducarius tugging gently at the front of Drexley’s robes.
Instead of helping Ducarius, Drexley tore his mouth free and tugged at the stupid shirt his mate had tucked far too tightly into his pants. Ducarius gave a frustrated curse and assumed control of removing his top. It flew over his head seconds later.
Drexley licked his lips as he drank in his first view of Ducarius’s muscular chest and toned tummy. To his surprise, there was what appeared to be a crest of sorts on the left side of his pectorals. With his fingertips, Drexley traced the skeletal dragon’s head.
“What is this?”
“Do you recall the group I told you about that Chand belongs to, Sorcery D’Vaire?
They created a special paper that allows resurrected people to wear artwork like tattoos on their skin.
This is the Daray crest. It is adapted from the D’Vaire one and represents everyone in my family in some way.
Nearly every Daray has it somewhere.” Ducarius twisted to reveal that there was a second image on his back.
It featured five skeletons and two men drawn in a pleasing comical style.
“This is the Skeleton Seven. All the Skeleton Lords have this too; it was drawn by a talented artist in the D’Vaire family. ”
“I like them both; they are beautiful. So is what I have seen of your body.”
“Fantastic, now can we work on removing your clothes so I can touch you?”
Happy to oblige him, Drexley swatted Ducarius’s questing hands away and opted to rid himself of his own clothing. Drexley tugged and pulled until he could peel the long robe off. Ducarius watched him silently with approval glowing in his brown eyes.
Drexley stood and pushed his hose to his feet.
His hard shaft bobbed in the cool air, but he was not embarrassed to be undressed in front of Ducarius.
They were mates, and this was what Fate had intended.
Plus, Drexley was growing increasingly desperate to experience Ducarius’s passionate kisses and explore everything else awaiting them.
“It is your turn. I want to see this underwear you mentioned,” Drexley ordered as he climbed on the bed and motioned at Ducarius to hurry.
With a roll of his eyes, Ducarius loosened his trousers, and they fell to the floor.
Under them was tight gray fabric that did little to hide his engorged prick.
Thankfully, Ducarius next peeled his underwear off, and Drexley’s smile was smug as he reached out to stroke the other sentinel’s lovely cock.
“Nope,” Ducarius said and grabbed Drexley’s wrists.
In a flash, Ducarius was flat on his back and there was an aroused sentinel on top of him.
There was no reason to complain; Drexley was exactly where he wanted to be.
He lifted his chin, and their lips met in a kiss that did not pretend to be innocent.
Giving in to his instincts, Drexley wiggled beneath Ducarius because he liked the way it made his prick feel.
“Do not rush us,” Ducarius pleaded. “If you keep moving against me in such an enticing way, we will have no need of your oil.”
Drexley reached out and, with some effort, snagged the oil from the table. Shoving it at Ducarius, Drexley narrowed his eyes at the other sentinel.
“I am already desperate to spill my seed. We will have to hurry if you do not want me to end things soon.”
“It is fine if you wish to come; we have all night.”
Drexley glared. “My patience will not wait that long.”
With a huff, Ducarius grabbed the oil and rolled so that they were on their sides facing each other.
Ducarius grabbed Drexley just above his knee and lifted his leg to rest on his own hip.
It exposed Drexley’s hole, and he toyed with Ducarius’s untidy hair as Ducarius dipped his fingers into the pouch.
Their lips met, and Drexley let out a pleased moan that ended on a long exhale as Ducarius traced his center. Although Drexley had recently grown addicted to touching himself in the same manner, it was far more intense with Ducarius stroking him. Ducarius slid one digit into Drexley, and he sighed.
It was marvelous. There was no room for thinking or worrying.
In that moment, Drexley was lost in sensation.
He was surrounded by Ducarius’s unique scent, his mouth was locked in a searing kiss, and his heart thudded deeply in his chest as desire flooded him.
Sweat dotted his skin, and Drexley silently vowed to devote ample time to making love with Ducarius in the future.
Desperate to ensure Ducarius was equally enraptured, Drexley whispered, “How can I please you?”
“You already are,” Ducarius said as he slipped another slick finger into Drexley’s hole. “Just relax and feel.”
“My feelings are overwhelming, but I cannot begin to relax.”
“Good, we must be doing this correctly.”
Frankly, Drexley could not imagine how they could do any better. Then Ducarius touched something inside him that nearly had him jumping off the bed.
“What was that?” Drexley asked, shocked at the intensity of the pleasure. “Do it again.”
“It is your prostate. Do you like it?”
“No, I love it. Why have you not touched it again?”
To Drexley’s joy, Ducarius rubbed it a second time, and Drexley’s breath caught.
His cock throbbed, and he again feared he would end things prematurely.
But he did not want Ducarius to stop either.
And thankfully he did not. Instead, he teased Drexley with every few strokes as he pumped his fingers in and out of him.
It was bliss. And agony.
Drexley was dragged precariously close to the edge, and Ducarius’s name fell from his lips in barely more than a whimper.
“Breathe, love. It will be okay.”