I’m Your Rain #2
“Please.” I lean forward, his cock sliding out of me while I position my breast above his parted lips.
My swollen nipple brushes against them, my warm níva dripping steadily onto his tongue.
His lips twitch against my skin as the first drop hits him.
Nectar flows freely now, filling his mouth with each slow drip.
His throat works, swallowing every bit I give him.
“That’s it, Sage. Drink it all. My body made this for you—every drop you swallow makes more.” An animalistic noise fills the clearing as his hands clamp down on my hips. He slams me back onto his cock.
“Mm.” My fingers dig into his chest, his fever dimming from a wildfire into a warm glow.
“D-don’t stop,” he stammers.
“There you are,” I sob, rocking my hips a little faster, drawing the magic through both of us. “Stay with me, Vaelí.”
The gray slowly retreats from his jaw, green flooding back into his skin. The brittle vines on his shoulders plump back up, going soft and supple, tiny buds swelling along their length.
“Does it help when I talk to you like this?” I grind harder along his shaft, clenching around his girth. “When I tell you how you make me feel.”
He lets out another whimper as my walls pulse around him. His throat tightens as his broad chest rises and falls erratically.
“Y-yes,” he chokes out, his eyes locking onto mine. A tear of relief slips from the corner of his eye, disappearing into his long dark hair. “Gods yes. Tell me—tell me everything.”
His hands flex around my hips, gripping, releasing, testing whether his strength is back.
His thumb drags inward, trying to set the rhythm.
But he’s not there yet. His body is still too weak, still trying to remove the excess magic flowing through him, and the frustration twists his beautiful face into something between agony and ecstasy.
“I want—” He gives me another failed thrust. He lets out a snarl of pure need. “I want to flip you. Want to—vresh, Eden, I can’t—why can’t I move?”
“You know the day in the nest?” I whisper, leaning down to catch his lips. “The day I saw Ash’s shadow, and we never finished? We needed you to put all that extra fertility magic from my nectar back into me… like this.” I grind harder against him.
The swollen buds on his shoulders burst open.
“That’s what this is?” he breathes, his eyes clearing by the second. “I was—I thought I was failing you.”
“You sweet, stubborn male.” I cup his face, rolling my hips and drawing another pull of the golden heat from where we’re joined. “You could never fail me. You were protecting me. And you let yourself fall apart trying to keep me safe.”
His hands tighten on my hips.
“Eden, I think I can move now.”
It happens between one breath and the next.
The world tips. Green and gold blur across my vision as he moves.
His arm bands around my lower back, his wing sweeping around me to flip us in a single fluid motion.
He pins me against the thick grass, his body caging mine.
Long dark hair falls in a curtain around our faces.
He looks down at me, and my heart leaps into my throat.
It’s safe to say the lethargy is gone.
His eyes are no longer glazed. They are blazing with intensity. The gray shadow has completely vanished from his jawline, replaced by the rich, healthy shade of his normal green skin.
He looks resurrected.
“You scared me,” I whisper, reaching up to push his hair behind his ears. “Welcome back.”
A devastating smile curves his mouth.
“You brought me back,” he murmurs. “You poured yourself into me until I remembered how to breathe.” He rolls his hips, sinking deeper. “Now let me thank you properly, Saevúra.”
He catches both of my wrists and pins them above my head. My chest heaves against his, the friction making nectar leak between us.
“Is this for me?” he rasps, his gaze dropping to where the golden liquid is sliding down my chest. He dips his head and drags his tongue up the curve of my breast, catching the trail of níva. A shudder rolls through his body.
“Vresh,” he gasps. “You taste like sunlight and honey. I could drink you for days, Eden. Every drop of this gold belongs to me.”
He thrusts hard, driving his cock deeper while his petals tremble as they vibrate against my clit.
“Isn’t this what got you in trouble in the first place?” I moan, my nails digging into his biceps.
A dark chuckle rumbles through his chest.
“Mm. So it is.” He nips at the swell of my breast, then soothes the sting with his tongue. “I suppose I’ll have to be more thorough this time. Take every drop you offer me—” He speeds up, and my back bows off the grass. “—And then pass it all back into your sweet little lavína.”
He punctuates every word with a grinding roll of his hips. The golden heat surges up through where we’re joined, flooding back into me in a warm, pulsing wave that has my thighs trembling around him.
“That’s it,” he breathes. “That’s what I should have given you days ago. What I almost withered away trying to hold on to.” His forehead drops to mine. “Never again, Saevúra. You’re never going to feel me hold back from you again.”
His mouth seals around my breast. He sucks greedily, tongue working against the swollen peak as nectar floods his mouth.
The sounds he makes with each swallow do terrible things to my body.
His tongue flattens against my nipple before curling around it, pressing and flicking in quick, hungry strokes.
Each pull draws another squirt of nectar across his tongue.
“I could come just from drinking you like this,” he moans.
The meadow has gone wild. Vines spiral up toward the sky, flowers bursting in waves of color.
His fingers ghost over my clit, and a loud cry tears out of me as he circles it in slow strokes, perfectly matching the roll of his hips.
“Sage.” The coil in my belly winds tighter. “I’m close.”
“I know.” His other hand grips my thigh, hitching it higher around his waist, the new angle making every thick inch of him grind against the swollen spot inside that makes my vision blur. His fingers on my clit keep circling slowly, slick with our combined arousal.
“Ohh, Sage—right there,” I gasp.
He pulls my wrists tighter above my head, pushing my leaking breasts closer to his mouth. He takes the invitation immediately, sucking one swollen nipple between his lips and drawing hard.
The heat between us pulses again, surging up his cock and flooding back into my core in thick waves. He releases my nipple with a wet pop, licking a sticky trail across my chest before moving to the other.
“You’re so vreshing wet,” he growls. “You’re dripping down my vék while I drink from you. I can feel you getting wetter every time I swallow.”
My thighs tremble so hard they fall away from his waist. He catches them before they hit the grass, his hand sliding under my knees and pushing them back open, spreading me wider for him.
“Ah-ah. Keep them open for me, Saevúra. I want to feel every bit of you fall apart.”
“I can’t—it’s too much.”
“You can.” He drags his tongue up my throat, his thrusts never losing rhythm. “Give it to me. Let me feel you come on my cock while I swallow every drop you give.”
The coil snaps.
I shatter with a cry that scatters a flock of birds from the trees. My whole body locks up as pleasure rips through it, wave after wave. His fingers stroke over my clit through every pulse, drawing my orgasm out until I’m shaking and clutching at his shoulders.
“That’s it,” he groans, his pace going ragged as I clench involuntarily around him. “Vresh—there she is. You feel so vreshing good wrapped around me.”
His wings snap wide above us, blotting out the sky as his control finally slips. His hips jerk forward in short, frantic thrusts, his body going taut.
“Ready for me, luváel?” he pants, his fingers digging into my thigh. “Because I can’t hold it.”
I barely manage a nod before he buries himself inside me.
A roar erupts through the meadow as he spills into me, his wings shuddering wildly.
His frame trembles above mine. Thick, hot pulses of come shoot deep inside me, and the loop slams shut.
The golden circuit completes in a blinding pulse, racing through both of us at once, grounding the last of the backed-up magic exactly where it was always meant to go.
Neither of us moves. Sage stays braced above me, his wings arching low around us.
He drops his forehead to mine, and I brush my thumb over the cheekbone that was ashen less than an hour ago.
“Don’t ever do that again,” I whisper. “Don’t carry something like that alone. Not when I’m right here.”
His eyes soften, lavender and gold swimming with tenderness.
“I won’t,” he breathes. “I promise. No more hiding from you.”