Chapter 10 #2
Reaper’s curse was raw and guttural, and his fingers tightened in Cian’s hair as he sucked him in deep. Reaper’s hips jerked, his breath coming in ragged bursts as Cian worked him, slow and deliberate at first, then faster, harder, until Reaper’s grip turned bruising.
“Cian—fuck—”
He pulled off with a wet sound, his own cock aching, his balls painfully full, his body thrumming with need.
He surged back up, capturing Reaper’s mouth again as he lifted him, pressing him back against the stone.
Reaper’s legs wrapped around his waist. Their cocks slid together, the friction maddening, the water ramping up the heat between them.
The bond flared, and from the way Reaper’s body arched, the way his breath came in sharp, desperate gasps, Cian knew he felt it too, “Now, a stór,” He growled. “Before I lose what’s left of my control.”
Reaper’s nails dug crescents into Cian’s shoulders.
His breath came in sharp, uneven bursts, his body coiled tight as a bowstring, but the bond demanded more.
Reaper’s legs locked around his waist, his thighs flexing as Cian rolled his hips.
The friction of their cocks sliding together in the water was both maddening and insufficient.
Reaper’s head thudded back against the rock, his teeth bared in something between a snarl and a gasp. “You’re killing me,” he bit out, but his hands gripped his hips, pulling him closer, harder.
Cian smirked against his mouth. “Enough that you want to stop?”
Reaper’s answer was a feral growl that would have put Failinis to shame, before his teeth sank into his lower lip.
The pain was sharp, and he loved it. Cian groaned, his hands sliding down to grip Reaper’s ass, lifting him just enough to change the angle, to make Reaper feel it—the ache, the need, the relentless pull of the bond.
The mark on his arm burned, the red lines flaring brighter, twisting like vines under his skin. He could see Reaper’s doing the same, the glow reflecting in the dark water as a mirror of their desperation.
Reaper’s breath hitched as Cian’s fingers traced the mark on his arm, following the swirling patterns from his wrist, up his arm, over his shoulder, and across his chest. “You feel that?” His voice was rough as his lips brushed the shell of Reaper’s ear.
“That’s us. That’s the land, the magic, fate, and even the stars telling us I am yours and you are mine. ”
Reaper’s body tensed. “I hate being told what to do.”
He chuckled. “Good. Fight me on it later.” His hand slid between them, wrapping around both their cocks, stroking once, twice, and Reaper’s breath stuttered, his hips jerking forward, chasing the friction. Cian’s thumb swiped over the head of Reaper’s cock.
Reaper cursed, his body arching into the touch. “Cian—”
“Shut up and take it.” Cian’s voice was a growl, his grip tightening as he worked them both, the water swirling around their hips, doing nothing to ease the heat.
Reaper’s back bowed off the stone, a broken sound tearing from his throat.
But Cian didn’t let up. He stroked them harder and faster, his other hand gripping Reaper’s hip to hold him in place.
He loved the sounds coming out of Reaper’s mouth, but there was only so much of them he could endure when his body was trembling on the edge of losing control.
“That’s it,” he murmured against Reaper’s throat, his teeth grazing the pulse point there. “Let go.”
Reaper’s answer was a snarl, but his body betrayed him, his cock twitching in Cian’s grip, his release spilling between them in hot, thick spurts. Cian followed a second later, his own orgasm ripping through him, his body locking up as pleasure burned through his veins.
For a moment, there was nothing but the sound of their ragged breaths, the water lapping at their skin, the bond between them humming, satisfied but not yet sated.
Reaper’s chest heaved, his head still back against the stone, his eyes half-lidded, dark and dazed. Cian didn’t give him time to recover. He gripped his chin, forcing his gaze up, his thumb brushing over his lower lip. “We’re not done.” His voice was rough and filled with promise.
“You’re insatiable.”
“You have no idea.” He grinned at him. “I have waited many thousands of years for this moment. I figure we have a lot of catching up to do.”
“That will do it.”
He captured Reaper’s mouth in a bruising kiss, their tastes mingling, the bond demanding more.
Reaper’s legs wrapped around his waist again, their cocks sliding together, the water doing nothing to ease the friction or the heat. Cian groaned into the kiss, his hands gripping Reaper’s ass, lifting him, pressing closely to him.
The bond called, and Reaper broke the kiss with a gasp, his head falling back, his body arching into Cian’s touch. “Now,” he bit out, his voice rough and desperate. “Now, damn you.”
Cian didn’t need to be told twice when Reaper turned and leaned over the edge of the pool. His hands slid under Reaper’s thighs, lifting him up and spreading him open for him. He lined himself up until his cock pressed against Reaper’s entrance, and then slowly he pushed in.
Reaper’s breath hissed out between his teeth, his fingers scrambling for purchase on the stones, his body tensing. Cian didn’t stop. He kept going, inch by inch, until he was fully seated, until Reaper’s body surrounded him, hot and tight and mindblowingly perfect.
For a moment, they both stilled, their breaths coming in harsh pants. Then Reaper glanced over his shoulder and snarled. “Move, damn you.”
He leaned over Reaper and intertwined their fingers, then pulled back and thrust in hard. It took a couple of tries before they hit the right rhythm, but gods, when they did, it was hotter, wilder, and more exhilarating than any battle… than anything he’d ever experienced before.
Reaper’s breath came in sharp, desperate gasps, his fingers flexing around his. “More,” his voice a growling demand as he lifted his ass to meet him stroke for stroke.
Cian obliged and snapped his hips forward, his cock pistoning in and out, the bond between them flaring brighter with every thrust, every gasp, and every broken curse. The night air filled with the erotic scent of sex, pine, and something wilder.
He pressed kisses to every inch of skin he could reach, his hips never slowing, never stopping.
He could feel the magic calling to the bond.
It was in every thrust and every broken sound that tore from their throats.
Just as he could feel the moment Reaper’s body tightened, the moment his release crashed over him, his body clenching around his cock like a vise.
He buried his face in Reaper’s neck, where it met his shoulder.
“A stór.” His words were ragged gasps. His orgasm ripped through him a second later, his body locking up as pleasure burned through his veins, his body trembling with the force of Reaper’s third orgasm of the night, sealing their fate forever.
For a long moment, there was nothing but the sound of their hearts pounding in sync, and the bond between them humming, completely satisfied.
They both winced as Cian withdrew and sank into the water, tugging Reaper down with him. He settled his Grá Croí between his legs with his head resting on his shoulder, and pressed a kiss to his temple. “Are you okay?”
“Mmh.” Reaper’s fingers tangled in Cian’s hair, yanking his head down, forcing him to meet his gaze. His eyes were dark and sated but filled with rawness and terror. “Don’t.” His voice was rough, his breath still uneven. “Don’t you dare think this changes anything.”
Cian’s smirk was slow and lazy, his body still figuring out which way was up. “Too late, a stór.”
Reaper’s growl was a low warning, but there was no heat behind it. His fingers flexed in Cian’s hair, his gaze lifting to his mouth, then lower, to the mark on his chest where the shape of the wolf’s head had changed to blue.
Cian shuddered at the tingling when his mate touched his mark and wondered if Reaper would feel the same. His fingers traced the mark on his skin, and in his head, Failinis rumbled with satisfaction and happiness. “We’re bound.” His thumb brushed over the swirling patterns. “No take-backs.”
Reaper’s gaze flicked back up to his, something unreadable flickering in their depths.
Cian decided it was best not to push yet and pressed a kiss to the mark on Reaper’s arm, then another to his mouth, slow, deep, hot, and possessive. When he pulled back, Reaper’s breath hitched, just barely, but Cian caught it.
He smirked, pecked him with another kiss, got to his feet, and held out his hand. Reaper stared at it for a long moment, his expression unreadable. Then, with a curse, he took it.
They didn’t speak as they stepped out of the water, as they reached for their clothes, or as they dressed in silence, because the air between them was filled with something unspoken.
Cian didn’t need words, although he could feel his Grá Croí’s frustration, his reluctance, the way his mind raced, searching for excuses, and for reasons to fight this.
He also sensed something hiding beneath it all, behind the walls and the barbed wire that protected his heart.
Something that felt almost like acceptance.
It is enough.
Yes, Failinis, it is enough for now.