Chapter 44 #2
It’s in this quiet that he… chuckles. “Well, fuck. How did I not even consider that to be the reason?” He inclines back, but only enough to hover inches from my face. “He threatened my life…”
I grind my molars together, taking in a deep breath of him.
“Yes…”
“Yes,” he mimes. “You didn’t want to leave me.”
I shake my head. “No. No… I didn’t, Kayn.”
He leans toward me again. “Well, Lucifer.” Bloody Beyond, the heat from his words against my lips has my heart beating like a drum against my chest. “You’d better roll around with Amarah to get me off you, because you won’t be telling me what not to do with what’s mine.”
Our mouths crash together, and it isn’t just him putting force behind it. Every part of me needs this. Needs him. Fuck, I was a fool and maybe I still am because I don’t want to stop this, even though I know I should.
His tongue breaks into my mouth just as mine eagerly wraps around his. He groans, and I’m thrown back into the memory of the day I realized how perfect he was for me.
How perfect he still is for me. Everything from his taste—whisky and blood orange, enough to make me heady—to the sounds he makes that could summon a storm. I’m a damn mess for him.
I tug up his shirt and touch his abs, feeling each hard ridge tense under my fingers. He turns his head and devours me in our kiss, dragging a long, desperate groan from my throat.
His desire pours from every pore, and like a sponge, I soak it in. It’s so intense my lower abdomen tightens, and both my cocks strain painfully against my zipper. The pressure only worsens when Kayn presses his hips into mine, his thick length pushing hard against me.
“Fuuuck, you’re already so hard for me,” he croons against my lips. “We will talk. But I’ve waited four hundred years to taste you and feel you against me.”
I’m ready to drop to my godsdamn knees the moment he tells me to—Beyond, even before that. But he’s got me pinned, giving me no chance to.
“Pull out my cock, little deviant.” He’s then back on my mouth with his and giving me just enough space to drag my hands down to his pants.
I undo his belt and button in seconds, my Vigoro consuming all the sustenance of lust he’s pouring out.
“Please”—he breaks from kissing me and grabs the loop of my pants, breaking apart everything holding them up—“take your sweet fucking time.”
The moment they fall and he reaches into my boxers, my head falls back hard against the wall. “Oh, fuck, Kayn…” His massive hand wraps around my lengths, my body shuddering as he squeezes them together.
“Making a mess and I’ve barely touched you.” He rubs his thumb across both heads, but focuses on the thickest of the two.
One cock rests right under the other, and together… well, let’s just say I don’t normally get them into one hole at a time. The bottom one is the most sensitive, but because his hands are big enough to consume both of them in his grasp, the sensation is to die for.
He brings his hand up and spits into his palm, before it disappears from view.
I nearly lose myself to the feel of his hand wrapped around me again, but I force my focus back to his pants, working them open and freeing him. I’m just about to wrap my hand around him when he thrusts his hips against mine.
Nothing compares to the feel of his cock grinding against mine. I’m panting into the breath between us, his mouth hovering just shy of my lips. His beard scrapes along my chin as he leans in and bites at my jaw. “You feel like mine, Lucifer.”
The moan that escapes my throat has him groaning just as hard. “Isn’t that right?”
His hand opens, and though our cocks together are far too big for even his grip, he somehow makes it work. His palm presses along one side; his thumb and index finger sandwich his length against my lower one, while the other three fingers wrap around the top, holding us tight together.
“Fuck!” The moment his hand strokes us in unison, he thrusts forward, and I’m already on the edge of coming. I’ve pleasured myself since leaving him, but this—this is like taking a drug after being sober your whole life. One touch and I’m undone, gooseflesh rippling across my skin.
With his free hand, he clamps hold of my neck and bites harder into my skin.
“I’ve missed your cocks, little deviant—fuuuuck—and your smell, your sounds, every godsdamn glorious inch of you.”
My hips jerk forward, his veiny cock pressed tight against mine, our heads rubbing, giving me all the friction I’ve been starved for. It’s not just the act. It’s him. All of him.
“Please, please, Kayn.” I pant and groan as his teeth sink harder into my flesh.
He smiles against my neck, and in the next breath, his fangs pierce deep. My cocks pulse in his grip as my blood fills his mouth, and I feel my Vigoro coil around him.
One of my hands fists in his hair while the other clutches his hip for leverage.
His strokes drag me mercilessly toward release, and the pull of my blood into him sends me reeling. His free hand slides to my waist and shoves me back against the wall, pinning me, stopping any attempt to thrust against him.
The fluid roll of his hips, combined with his grip, rips the orgasm out of me. My balls tighten and fire bursts behind my eyes as I come so hard my whole body trembles. From my toes to my scalp, I’m shaking, vibrating with the force of it.
It’s then that I see his gates, and the moment they crack open, his life force pours through them. He grunts against my neck as he continues to feast, just as I do. I’ve always known his life was meant for mine, and as I consume what I’ve missed for so long, heat builds behind my eyes.
My breaths are uneven as he releases me—first his bite, then his hand. Though, as I hoped, he doesn’t take either of them far. I tilt my head, just enough to lock with his gaze when he comes into view.
He lifts his hand between us, evidence of both our releases coating his fingers and streaking down his wrist. As he drags his tongue along them, I swipe mine across my lips. “Just missing one thing, and it’s perfect.”
I don’t wait for him to tell me. I open my mouth and let him push his fingers in. He curls them over my pierced tongue, and I suck our cum from them.
“Such a good boy for me, Lucifer.”
Fuck. My cocks twitch at the praise.
When the three digits are clean of us, he pulls them out, and presses his lips to mine. Then he wraps his arms around my shoulders as the kiss shifts from raw lust to something aching and full of longing.
I wind my arms around his torso and vow not to let him go this time. Not to let either of them go.