Chapter 11
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DANTE
Do I love being pinned down by Cielo?
Yes.
Do I want him to stop?
No.
The only problem is, we can’t do what I’m imagining in public. Even in the more progressive times with the Vyastil being accepted and people realizing maybe things aren’t as black and white as they once appeared, I’m pretty sure they don’t want to see what I would like him to do to me.
Or even worse, they’ll think that Cielo is harming me. And by the state of my cock, any pain will be the good, delicious kind.
“Wait,” I say, my voice rough and thick. “Let’s go home.”
Cielo’s fangs still graze back and forth over my pulse point. He could so easily pierce it.
He could end it all.
But he doesn’t. Even with his immense strength, he doesn’t hurt me. He continues to pin me to the car as my hands run up his chest, grazing his skin anywhere I can. I feel his growl turn into a contented purr the longer I touch him.
“Cielo,” I say softly. He starts to relax. “Hey, let’s go home and finish this.”
I feel something in my mind, a push, and then I hear it distinctly. It’s not really in English. At least, I don’t think it is, but I understand him all the same.
“Yes.”
But he’s not saying it aloud; I feel his answer deep within me.
My lashes flutter, and suddenly my body feels warm all over. I’m pretty sure I hallucinated all of that, but then again, it could also be my mind tricking me into thinking I heard him when really, I’m just reading him so well.
For some reason, I just seem to get Cielo.
He pulls back, and our eyes meet. His rainbow eyes flash as my hand reaches up and cups his cheek.
“Come on.”
He nods as his tail unwraps from around me. Then he steps back, and when I turn, I see there are claw marks in the hood of my car.
I bite back a laugh when I see the damage he left behind. I’m not bothered by it, of course. My car is a piece of shit, and even if it wasn’t…well, I like the reminder that I made him that wild for me.
He sees them, though, and makes a small trill in the back of his throat, but I stop him from spiraling.
“It’s fine. It’s just a car. It doesn’t matter.”
His eyes stick to the spot he scratched, the paint peeled back, but I open the passenger door and gently push him inside.
He goes with a sigh, moving the seat back and curling his knees into his chest. And when his tail is safely tucked around him, I shut the door and slip in behind the steering wheel.
The cab grows warmer as he stares at me, and my heart rate picks up. My cock is still hard from earlier, from his teeth on my neck, and the possessive way he held me.
My hand sneaks off the steering wheel, and I reach out for him. His fingers curl around mine, and I realize he’s trembling, though I don’t think it’s from fear.
“This is called holding hands. Do you like it?”
He nods. “Yes.”
I squeeze him, and he squeezes back.
“Hooooh hannnnnds.”
“Yeah,” I grin and bring his hand up to my lips, kissing his long fingers as I turn onto a street that will lead us back to my place.
Our place.
“Kissss,” he says, and I nod, doing it again. His claws poke out and retract in that cute way they do when he starts to malfunction. I can’t help but lean into it, loving the way he responds to me.
My tongue peeks out and runs up the length of his finger, and he makes a soft growl in the back of his throat. Lust warms me, a rush from my core spreading into my limbs, and I lift his finger to my mouth, pulling it in and dragging it out.
The noise he makes nearly does me in. It’s a soft, needy trill in the back of his throat, and as I let him go with a soft pop, he swallows so thickly, I can hear it catch in the back of his throat.
He lifts my hand and stares at it. “Dante,” he whispers, then presses the tip of my finger to his lips before shooting me a questioning look. He’s learning by doing—by watching—by copying.
I give him a nod, so he brings my finger to his mouth again and slides it in. Testing me.
Tasting me.
It makes my cock throb so hard I want to pull over and get myself off right here with my fingers in his mouth. Instead, I clench the steering wheel with one hand, determined not to make him stop, and I manage the rest of the drive without crashing into anything.
The second I pull into my parking spot, I pull my hand away, then lean over the console and bring his face toward mine. My lips land on his, and I suck on his tongue, unable to keep myself restrained. I want to sit on him. I want that ribbed cock up my ass.
I want to make him come again.
I want him to taste all the parts of me. To suck my dick. To eat my ass. To lick every inch of exposed skin so he knows the flavor of me and nothing else.
“Take me upstairs,” I breathe, my voice ragged and full of need.
He blinks at me, his eyes shining in wonder and want, and then he moves. The car door is nearly pulled off the hinges as he throws it open, and metal grinds again as he leaps across the hood and yanks mine almost off.
I can’t help but laugh. If he takes this car apart, I have no idea how I’ll explain this to my insurance, but I don’t care. I’m so fucking ready to strip down and let him have me in any way he wants. I’ve never been this desperate for someone before.
Not ever. Not even when I was a horny teenager trying to fulfil a need I didn’t totally understand.
This is different. It’s wild. Animalistic. Damn near uncontrolled, and it only gets worse when his hands are on me.
He reaches down and plucks me from my seat, carrying me to my apartment, and nearly kicks the door down.
I waste no time in dragging my lips up his neck as he gets us both inside, feeling his soft growl grow louder.
By the time the door is closed behind us, and he’s set me down, he’s almost feral, his chest heaving, his claws out.
I feel like prey, but I don’t run.
I’m already caught.
I peel my shirt off and toss it to the floor, watching as he steps toward me, his finger flicking at the clasp on the side of his waist. With one tug, the silky fabric falls to the ground near his feet. It exposes him entirely—his slit, his chest, the soft blue velvet skin on his torso.
I stare at his slick opening and wet my lips. “What are you going to do to me?” I’m absolutely fucking breathless.
He stops in front of me, his claws gently raking up my sides. He’s careful not to leave marks, but the touch leaves me shivering and wanting more.
“Or do you want me to tell you what I want?”
His eyes meet mine, and he nods, his grasp on me tightening.
“Well,” I say, dragging a hand up from that slit to the middle of his chest. “I want to kiss you more. Want to touch you. But…” I hesitate, wondering if I should press the issue. “I want you to suck me.”
His ears flutter, and he shakes his head, his face slightly drawn.
“Really? Even if I want it.”
He shakes his head again, and I sigh.
“Is it because they said you’re not allowed to?”
He nods, and I spread my fingers over his thumping hearts. It almost feels like they’re beating out his regret.
“Okay, I won’t force it. How about…” I go up on my tiptoes and whisper in his ear. “How about you put that tongue to good use and taste the rest of me.”
His ears flutter as I lean up to kiss him. He picks me up once more, my legs wrapping around his waist as he brings me to the bedroom.
Fuck, I love kissing him, touching him, feeling his soft growling purr under his skin. It’s like music in a way—hypnotic and almost overwhelming. For a moment, I don’t want to do anything but this, but he has other plans.
He sets me down on the bed and begins to unbutton my pants. They slip free, and I kick them to the floor before peeling off my underwear.
Cielo wets his lips, watching with heavy-lidded eyes as I cup my cock.
“Since you don’t want to suck, how about…” I spread my legs and arch my hips up, “…you lick me instead?”
Cielo stares down at me as I slide my finger around my hole. “Do you want to? You don’t have to, but I’ll like it very much.”
He falls to his knees, his tail wrapping around my ankle and pulling me closer to the edge of the bed. I tuck my knees to my chest and wait. I can feel his warm breath against my skin.
Then there’s the hesitant stroke of his tongue against me, and the sensation leaves me gasping.
“Yes, just like that.” He does it again, more assuredly this time.
Fuck. I lean up and stare down at his blue and violet braided hair, and the way his ears are fluttering wildly.
His gaze catches mine, and for a moment, he does nothing.
Then his tongue stiffens and shoves in almost an inch, and I lose it completely.
“Oh god, oh fuck.”
Falling backward, I struggle to breathe as he licks around my rim, making my hole contract against him. I want to feel that tongue deeper inside of me, opening me up, sliding so deep I feel it in my throat.
As if he can read my thoughts, he growls and breaches me completely.
My back arches off the bed at the feeling of being filled by him, my cock jerking between my legs.
His tongue slides in and out of my hole, wide and wet, splitting me open, his piercing dragging across my sensitive walls and making my entire body shake with pleasure.
And he doesn’t stop, even when I’m sobbing. He pushes deeper, a slow thrust into the heart of me.
I try to hold my legs steady, but my hands slip, and my legs settle onto his shoulders. His fingers dig into my ass as he lifts me up, the sounds he’s making as he fucks his tongue deep within me.
He moans, like he’s never tasted anything so good.
Like I am a feast.
Thrusting my hips up, my hands grab onto the still-torn sheets beneath me and hold on as I float away with pleasure. I’m going to come, but I don’t know how. I don’t know when. This feels like it could be a literal eternity of riding his tongue, right on the edge of climax.
I would die, but I would die happy.
“Dante,” I hear in my mind. “You taste like mine.”