Chapter 33
Several hours after the sun set, Gramlithyn was in the bedroom he now shared with Pyxlevir at D’Vaire.
As for Gramlithyn’s old room, it belonged to Dasan, and Larissa had already redecorated it in the same iridescent pink he’d chosen for his suite in Timotheus’s mansion.
It amused Gramlithyn how quickly their family worked.
There was already a glass case with their mating wreaths artfully arranged inside, and in a prominent spot on a tall dresser stood the exquisite statue Gramlithyn and Pyxlevir had received from the Fae rulers.
He didn’t care how beautiful it looked at D’Vaire, he was taking it home to their suite in Vegas.
If Gramlithyn had to guess, he’d find his mating athame added to the collection of D’Vaire ones found in the living room once he ventured that way in the morning. Next to the dagger would be an exact enlarged set of rings identical to the one shining on Gramlithyn’s left hand.
For years, Gramlithyn had worried that Pyxlevir would never want him.
What a fool he’d been.
The bathroom door opened, and a beautiful elf with gorgeous new scrollwork down his left cheek burst into the room. He’d changed into pajamas with grinning zebras on the pants. Gramlithyn scooped him into his arms and gave him a smacking kiss.
“When we changed out of our fancy clothes earlier, you put on a long-sleeved shirt,” Pyxlevir complained.
“I rolled up the sleeves.”
“So what? I can’t see your mating mark.”
“It’s you on my arm.”
Pyxlevir rolled his eyes. “I guessed that. Tell me more.”
“You’re wearing the outfit you had on earlier when we bound our souls,” Gramlithyn confided. “You’ll love it.”
“Yeah, I’m still waiting to get a look at it.”
“Before I remove any clothes, let’s talk about our plans.”
Pyxlevir waggled his brows. “Want to discuss positions? Maybe set up some romantic lighting?”
“Is that what you want?”
“Gramlithyn, I’m concerned with two things. I want your pretty green carrot to end my virginal status completely and a sexy zebra bite.”
“Fucking you is a big step; I want to make sure you’re ready.”
“That’s why stretching is important, so I am ready.”
Pyxlevir pulled out of Gramlithyn’s embrace and grabbed his hand to drag him to the bed.
Gramlithyn sat and tugged Pyxlevir forward so the elf was between his knees.
Their lips met, and Pyxlevir reached for the buttons on Gramlithyn’s button-down.
Content to move slowly and allow Pyxlevir to do whatever he wanted, Gramlithyn rested his palms on his mate’s hips.
“I love you,” Gramlithyn murmured between kisses.
“I love you too,” Pyxlevir replied, caressing the bit of Gramlithyn’s skin he’d exposed.
Breathing deeply of Pyxlevir’s earthy carrot scent, Gramlithyn luxuriated in the swell of desire flowing through him. In the confines of his boxers and jeans, his cock hardened as Pyxlevir’s knuckles bumped his chest and belly.
Eager to fulfill their matebond, Gramlithyn’s zebra whinnied with excitement.
Although their earlier exchange of blood had started the permanent connection of their souls, both man and beast were ready to be fully united with Pyxlevir for eternity.
But it was imperative that Pyxlevir get maximum enjoyment en route to honoring Fate, so Gramlithyn taunted and teased him with his tongue.
Slipping his hands beneath Pyxlevir’s loose cotton top, Gramlithyn shoved it upward, and they broke their kiss long enough to tug the garment above his head and toss it aside.
Gramlithyn wiggled his shoulders as he peeled his shirt off and let it fall heedlessly to the floor.
With a small jerk, Pyxlevir unsnapped Gramlithyn’s jeans.
Their eyes locked. Pyxlevir grinned. His cheeks had hints of purple thanks to the flush of his arousal, and he’d never looked more gorgeous.
Gramlithyn supposed it was due to the dark green and navy scrollwork dancing up his cheek.
The stunning elf yanked Gramlithyn’s zipper, and the hybrid sucked in a breath.
That tiny bit of friction on his cock sent a wave of pleasure through Gramlithyn.
Reminding himself not to get carried away, Gramlithyn kissed Pyxlevir gently.
Then he carefully worked Pyxlevir’s pajamas over his rigid length and slid them to the floor.
Pyxlevir stepped out of his pants and hopped onto the bed, his purplish-blue dick rising from its nest of raven curls and bobbing as he moved.
Tearing his gaze from that incredible sight, Gramlithyn stood and shucked off the last of his own clothes. He snagged a bottle of lube from the nightstand and joined Pyxlevir on the mattress. The elf had already whipped the blanket to rest in a rumpled mess near the footboard.
Gramlithyn’s zebra snorted with delight at the mating mark Fate had etched onto Pyxlevir’s upper arm. It was a perfect replica of Gramlithyn’s beast, and knowing Pyxlevir would have it for eternity was overwhelmingly beautiful.
“Look at me,” Pyxlevir whispered, reaching out and caressing his likeness on Gramlithyn’s skin.
They shared a smile as Gramlithyn scooted close. Pyxlevir plastered himself to Gramlithyn, and their mouths met in a tangle of tongues. As tempting as it was to lose himself in their kisses, his balls would burst if he didn’t stay focused on their goal of uniting their bodies fully.
“Lube,” Gramlithyn muttered. Along with his rampant desire, Gramlithyn had a growing case of nerves. They were both newcomers to intercourse, and the last thing Gramlithyn wanted was to fuck it up. He fumbled to get the bottle open but eventually managed to dump some slick onto his fingers.
“Relax, we’re in this together,” Pyxlevir whispered as he slung a leg up onto Gramlithyn’s hip.
Gramlithyn tossed the bottle aside and carefully traced Pyxlevir’s hole. The tight skin was crinkly to the touch. It was also sensitive. Pyxlevir moaned and arched closer to Gramlithyn. With his eyes locked on Pyxlevir’s face, Gramlithyn carefully worked a single finger into his mate.
Pyxlevir nipped his chin and gripped Gramlithyn’s shoulder.
“Tell me how it feels,” Gramlithyn encouraged softly.
“I like it. What’s it feel like for you?”
Moving in and out of Pyxlevir’s center, Gramlithyn kissed his top lip. “It’s snug.”
“Your big carrot is gonna love it.”
Gramlithyn hoped he could hold off long enough to experience it. Being near a naked Pyxlevir was pure temptation on any day, but knowing he’d be inside him and that they were completing their matebond already had him teetering on the edge.
Their mouths met, and Gramlithyn kissed him lazily as he took his time ensuring Pyxlevir was comfortable with this new form of intimacy.
Pyxlevir’s wiggles and moans assured Gramlithyn that his other half wasn’t experiencing anything other than pleasure.
With every passing moment, a growing voice encouraged Gramlithyn to move faster.
His zebra pranced in his head, as excited as Gramlithyn’s eager dick.
But Gramlithyn was focused on Pyxlevir.
“Can I put two fingers inside you?” Gramlithyn asked.
“Fuck yeah, you can.”
Fortified by Pyxlevir’s quick reply, Gramlithyn slid two slick digits into his mate. Pyxlevir moaned Gramlithyn’s name and bit his own lip, his eyes falling shut.
“Still good?” Gramlithyn asked, enjoying the obvious desire on Pyxlevir’s stunning face.
“Mmm, yes. Highly recommend.”
Gramlithyn peppered Pyxlevir’s nose, cheeks, and jaw with gentle kisses as he stretched him while ignoring the raging inferno heating his blood.
He wanted to plunge into Pyxlevir and fuck him until they both screamed.
It was far too ambitious a plan for tonight, but Gramlithyn hoped someday they’d fulfill that fantasy.
His zebra snorted with excitement at the thought.
Grateful they’d left the lights on so he could appreciate the blooming flush across Pyxlevir’s chest and shoulders, Gramlithyn tried to ignore the way Pyxlevir was softly grinding his hips so their bodies brushed.
Gramlithyn’s dick was grateful for every speck of friction, but it was pushing him almost past the point of madness.
“Can I use three fingers yet?” Gramlithyn asked as he dug deep to find every scrap of patience he possessed.
Pyxlevir’s response was a rapid bob of his head. That was all the confirmation Gramlithyn needed. He carefully added another digit and pumped them in and out of Pyxlevir’s hole.
“I can’t wait for you to fuck me,” Pyxlevir whispered against Gramlithyn’s mouth, increasing the hybrid’s ardor.
They shared kisses, and their skin grew slick with sweat as they lay there on a pale green sheet with their bodies rocking ever closer together.
Gramlithyn was holding on by a string, and his zebra was snorting his encouragement as he prepped Pyxlevir for his dick.
Balls tight, Gramlithyn groaned Pyxlevir’s name as the elf tweaked his nipple.
“Get inside me,” Pyxlevir murmured. “I want a zebra bite.”
Satisfied that Pyxlevir knew whether he was ready or not, Gramlithyn pulled his arm away and searched frantically for the lube.
He caught sight of the bottle and stretched across a now supine Pyxlevir to snatch it.
With a grunt, the hybrid batted Pyxlevir’s hands away from his cock.
If Pyxlevir touched him, the battle would be immediately lost.
Gramlithyn squeezed slick into his palm and quickly coated his length, then he chucked the bottle and barely noticed it hit the floor. Shuffling forward until he was between Pyxlevir’s bent knees, Gramlithyn grabbed his cock.
He paused to appreciate the beautiful elf staring up at him with love and desire in his eyes. The trust Pyxlevir had in him was no small matter, and Gramlithyn kept that in mind as he lined himself up to Pyxlevir’s stretched hole.
Searching Pyxlevir’s face for any hint of discomfort, Gramlithyn pressed forward.
The tip of Gramlithyn’s dick spread Pyxlevir open.
As he slid slowly into Pyxlevir, Gramlithyn was obsessed with the heat and pressure of the silky channel caressing his cock.
Pyxlevir exhaled heavily and arched his neck so his head was buried further into his pillow.
No longer needing to hold on to himself, Gramlithyn caressed Pyxlevir’s hips as they were joined.
The muscles of Pyxlevir’s belly tightened when Gramlithyn pushed fully inside.
Gramlithyn forced himself to stop. To allow Pyxlevir to adjust to his invasion.
And to give himself a moment to keep from coming immediately.
Bending forward, Gramlithyn balanced his weight on his elbows and took Pyxlevir into his arms. Pyxlevir tugged on Gramlithyn’s hair and flexed his hips. His zebra screamed encouragement. So, Gramlithyn swept his tongue into Pyxlevir’s mouth as he drove in and out of his mate in short strokes.
Pyxlevir matched his rhythm, and their skin slapped in the quiet of their bedroom as they fucked. All Gramlithyn could smell were carrots and the musk of their sweat-slickened bodies. He wanted it to last forever.
But sparks of desire were pinging through him. And his zebra was nearly incoherent with his need to mark Pyxlevir as his own. Gramlithyn had no choice but to break their kiss as his fangs burst painlessly through his gums.
As if he too were obeying instinct, Pyxlevir tilted his head to the side. Gramlithyn swiped his tongue up Pyxlevir’s exposed flesh. Still thrusting into Pyxlevir, Gramlithyn sank his teeth into the elf’s neck. His orgasm crashed through him in unparalleled pleasure.
But Gramlithyn was treated to another miracle.
Elf and zebra celebrated as their soul twisted fully with Pyxlevir’s.
It was six years past schedule, but they were finally one.
A heartbeat later, a searing pain ripped through his ear as Fate added a second hoop of twisted blue and green.
Love overwhelmed Gramlithyn as he pulled his fangs free, licked Pyxlevir’s already healed wound, and dropped his forehead to rest on the pillow beneath his mate’s head.
“I love you so much,” Gramlithyn mumbled into the cotton.
Pyxlevir combed his fingers through Gramlithyn’s hair and chuckled breathlessly. “I love you too.”
Limbs heavy and his heart thundering in his chest after his intense orgasm, Gramlithyn forced himself upward so he could brush his lips with Pyxlevir’s.
“My zebra is dancing in my head.”
“I wasn’t expecting anyone to undersell the intensity of a shifter bite, but…fuck me, that was something.”
“Fucking you was incredible.”
“Definitely an experience I plan to repeat,” Pyxlevir said, wearing a gorgeous grin. “Although I almost yelled at you to hurry up.”
“It was our first time; we had to get it right.”
“Don’t worry about that, Gramlithyn, it was perfect.”
“Everything about today was perfect.”
Their mouths met in a smiling kiss.
“Even in my dreams, our matebond ceremony was less beautiful than reality,” Pyxlevir said. “And I lacked the imagination to understand how good it’d feel to have you inside me. Plus, that zebra bite. I’ll need that several times a week, thank you very much.”
“You’ll get no argument from me.”
“Good, because I’m going to need another one before I sleep tonight.”
“Oh, I definitely think that can be arranged, Pyx.”
“Turns out this mate stuff isn’t so hard.”
Gramlithyn chuckled. “Yeah, all we have to do is actually talk to one another.”
“Go figure. Want to get cleaned up, spend an hour making out naked, then fuck again?”
“Absolutely.”