Chapter Five #3
“Wait,” he blurts, sounding delightfully breathless. “Can you— Do you mind undoing the glamor first? I want to see you .”
Lust rampages through me, but I choke it back.
I don’t trust myself to speak without telling him how much I adore him—which would probably make him uncomfortable and change his mind about sex—so I simply nod and release the spell that alters my appearance.
There’s no change to how I feel, but David smiles and slides his hand up my cheek to stroke his fingers over my brow.
Then he leans up and kisses me.
We’ve kissed before, but this is different.
This time, it’s a precursor to us being together.
His lips are so warm and soft, his body hard against mine, and as I pull him closer, trying to meld us together, his hands slide into my hair and grip tightly.
As though he doesn’t want to take any chance of me moving away.
I love it.
I don’t know how long we kiss, wrapped in each other’s arms, breathing each other’s air, but when he finally draws back—just a tiny bit, just enough so our lips aren’t touching—we’re both breathless and aroused.
“Strip,” he whispers. “I want you naked.”
There’s a protest on the tip of my tongue—I don’t want to let him go for that long—but then what he wants sinks in, and I step back, yanking at my shirt. His belt buckle clinks.
I kick my shoes away.
His pants drop to the floor.
I toss my shirt behind me, uncaring where it lands.
Finally, after too long, we’re both naked and I reach for him again.
He comes to me, but his gaze is fixed on my cock.
“What?” I ask, looking down. It all seems in order—hard enough to stand on its own, but that’s to be expected with all David’s beautiful skin on show.
I sneak a glance at his cock and blink. “Oh.” This is another physical difference between us. I don’t think I ever read anything in the living archive about this.
His dick is long and smooth , the head slightly bulbous and leaking precum.
“Wow,” David murmurs. “Can I…?” He reaches out but leaves his hand hovering, waiting for permission to touch. I grab it and wrap it around me, and he slowly slides his grip up and down, drawing a moan from deep in my chest.
“I wasn’t expecting this. Do the ridges serve a purpose?” He drops to his knees and leans in to inspect it, his hot breath fanning over my most sensitive skin.
“A… purpose?” I gasp as he traces a finger lightly over one of them.
“It’s amazing,” he whispers. “The ridges are so perfectly even the whole length. Like a washboard.”
“David,” I whine, and he looks up and grins, then leans forward again and licks the tip.
“You have a choice,” he informs me. “Would you prefer to come in my mouth or my ass this first time?”
I didn’t think it was possible for my cock to get harder, but it does, throbbing almost painfully.
“Nope, forget I said that. I’m choosing—I want you in me. There’s plenty of time for blowjobs later.” He gets to his feet in one graceful movement, his beautiful cock bobbing, and I grab for it. My hand slides easily along the length in one smooth motion.
“Yeah, not a lot like yours, is it? Although we’re similar enough for this to be fun.
” He backs slowly toward the bed, leading me along via my grip on his dick.
“Could you get the lube, Caolan? It’s in that drawer.
” He nods to the nightstand as he sinks onto the mattress, and I reluctantly let him go so he can settle against the pillows.
The lubricant is easy to find, the first thing I see when I open the drawer, and I hold it aloft triumphantly as I turn back to look at him.
And nearly swallow my tongue.
He’s lying back, knees bent, legs spread, fingers teasing around the rim of his hole, his blue eyes heavy-lidded as he gazes at me. He’s so beautiful.
When he sees me watching, he rolls onto his side and pats the bed beside him. “Hurry up, Caolan. I need you.”
I throw the lube at him and scramble onto the mattress. He chuckles as he catches it, then sits up and pushes me down to lie on my back. “Just lie there and enjoy. I want to ride you.”
Yessssssss.
I prop another pillow behind my head so I can clearly see as he pours lube onto his fingers and then stretches himself, looking me in the eyes the whole time until I have to look away and think about dirt and trees and bugs just to keep from exploding.
And then he’s straddling me, his hot skin sliding against mine, and I look at him again, watch him lower his beautiful body, feel the tight pucker against me.
“Caolan,” he murmurs, and I nod.
“Anything.” I mean it. He can ask anything of me right now and I’d do it.
He says nothing more, though, just bears down over me, and my eyes roll back as I breach him and he slides slowly down my length.
“Unnnnnngh,” he moans. “Oh fuck, those ridges…” He’s panting, and I focus back on his face to see it flushed with color, his pupils blown.
I did that to him. Being with me.
My hips twitch involuntarily beneath him, and he makes a sound that reverberates through me.
I’m all the way inside him now, and he rocks slightly, back and forth, adjusting, his breathing unsteady, and it honestly is all I can do not to grab his hips and shove so deep we can never be parted. Instead, I grab his cock again, and he jerks, making us both catch our breath.
He meets my gaze. “Ready?” I whisper, a breath of sound, and his lips curl.
In the next moment, his powerful thigh muscles are bunching and he’s rising, then lowering again, even, measured movements that draw out the pleasure until it almost hurts.
I squeeze his dick, then stroke, matching the rhythm to his movements, and sweat forms on his forehead, the back of my neck, our breathing speeding up, faster, faster—
Until everything explodes. I clench my teeth, my back arching, hips jerking up, and David shouts something I barely hear. Heat flashes over my hand, across my belly, and I’m aware enough to realize that he’s come, but I’m blind to anything else.
And then it’s over, and I collapse back onto the mattress, trembling and sweaty and gasping, David falling to the mattress beside me.
How is anything that amazing? I knew it would be wonderful—how could it not be wonderful to join with the man I love?—but that was…
“Wow,” he gasps. “I really regret that we haven’t been doing that for the past few days.”
I snort. “So do I.” Of course, if it had been up to me, we would have.
I roll onto my side so I can look at him, all flushed and sweaty, so unlike his usual immaculate self.
I like mussed David, and I’m about to tell him how attractive he is when the strident sound of a ringing phone cuts the silence.
“Fuck,” he mutters. “That’s mine.” He rolls out of bed, all his lithe, toned muscles on display under his pale skin, and snatches up his pants from the floor. The phone has stopped ringing by the time he pulls it out, and he looks at the screen. “Sam,” he mutters. “Fuck, it must be bad.”
I get out of the bed, my mind leaping ahead as I pick up my clothes and begin to dress, swiping David’s cum off my stomach with a corner of the sheet.
He’s right; Sam wouldn’t call now, tonight, knowing what our plans were, unless something important had happened.
I pull on my underwear, trying to ease the shaking in my limbs as David lifts his phone to his ear to return the call—and an odd chirping noise sings through the room.
I look around for the source.
“Is that your phone?” David asks, then, “Sam, hey.”
I grab for my pants. My phone? Someone’s calling me? It must be bad. I yank it out of my pocket, press the green button, and lift it to my ear. “Yes? Hello?”
“Caolan, this is Garin. You need to come back. Use a portal.”
“What happened?” I demand, trying to pull my pants on one-handed. A few feet away, David has turned his still-naked back and is talking quickly into his phone.
“There was a strike on the advance team at the hotel, and another here at the house. Dustin and I were leaving to walk back and they tried to take him.”
“ What? ” Fury erupts inside me. “Is he—?”
“Secure and well,” Garin interrupts. “The shifters heard the attack, and our new allies came out to help. Between us all, they didn’t stand a chance.”
The red veil across my vision clears somewhat. “And the advance team?”
“One fatality and some minor injuries,” he reports grimly. “But I think something else has happened too. The lucifer received a call just a moment ago.”
“I’m coming very soon,” I say. “As soon as David has finished his call.” And put clothes on. As much as I like looking at his naked ass, it would be a distraction in such a serious situation.
“If I’m not here, I’ll be at the hotel, but I’m leaving Dustin here. The wards seem quite secure, and our allies have proven themselves trustworthy.”
There’s unlikely to be a large space of time between his departure and my arrival, so I agree, and we end the call.
David turns around, meeting my gaze as he speaks into the phone. “I’m coming now. Caolan can open a portal.” He raises a brow at me, and I nod. “See you in a few minutes.” He ends his call, then begins to dress. “Was that Garin?”
“Yes. He says there was an attack at the hotel as well as the house.”
“And also at the place where we’re keeping the lucifer’s seal,” he tells me, and my heart stops beating.
“Did they…?” My voice is too strangled to finish, but he must understand, because he shakes his head. I breathe again.
“No. Two enforcers are dead, but the wards held and alerted the others. They’ll need to be fortified. Or we’ll have to move it—maybe both.” He shakes his head as he buttons his shirt. “Are you ready?”
I reach out mentally, checking that I’ll be able to open a portal from within his wards. As I suspected, they’re designed to keep people out, not in. In the next moment, I have a portal open to the entranceway of Sam and Gideon’s house. “Let’s go.”
He’s through before I even finish speaking, and I follow him.