Chapter 7 Vaxan #3
He continued looking around, tugging at the collar of his dress shirt.
I went to him and laid my hand on his back.
He spun around to face me.
I flicked a spark of my magic at him, replacing the shirt with one of his favored metallic T-shirts. “A little better? Not so restrictive? Well in a formal, buttoned-up way—certainly not in the clinging-so-very-lusciously-tight-to-your-body sense, as you enjoy that immensely.”
His lips quirked. “You’ve really got my number, Vax. And thanks. I love it.”
I smiled. But it slipped away all too quickly as I told him, “I apologize. Profusely. But even that isn’t enough.” I traced my fingers over the intricate artwork decorating his right arm. “So very sorry, my darling little Ifrit.”
He looked at me with a delicate querying sparkle in his eyes. “All that sorry for what?”
“How they treated you. What you had to stand there and endure.”
A wide grin spread across his face. “It was fucking awesome.”
“It… what?”
“Yeah. Holy shit, I knew you had some sort of Machiavellian plan coming into all this, but what you put out there was way beyond what I even imagined. And you fucking annihilated them.” He licked his lips, which had my cock thickening, a jolt of potent need rolling through me.
“All the stuff you put in place is beyond impressive, then… then calling for that special vote. And the way you did it… fuck me.”
“That’s certainly an interesting take.” I shifted my weight. “But what about their dismissiveness toward you, their—”
“Oh, that just rolled right off me. After the first time. Because they don’t actually see people as people, do they? That’s their deal? So once I realized that, it had no effect on me.”
“That’s… highly impressive.”
“I guess.” He beamed at me. “By the way, I like you calling me that new nickname.”
“Darling little Ifrit?”
“That’s the one. Fucking love it.”
“Mmm, then I’ll be sure to speak it often going forward.”
“Do you still like yours? Insanely intoxicating, mouthwatering snake prince. I mean, I know it’s a mouthful, but you enjoy a good mouthful as much as me, right?”
A growl rumbled in my throat, that need intensifying, especially now he’d painted such a vivid erotic picture.
But there was something… first I needed to…
I eased back, because the continued physical contact wasn’t exactly making it easy to focus, to think straight.
And I needed to for this.
“Zayn, I… I considered telling you on the way here but I…” I cleared my throat. “The thing is—”
“You love me, huh?”
I jolted. “What?”
“That’s what you were gonna say, isn’t it?”
“It—wow. Can I actually utter the words?”
He bounced on the balls of his feet. “Yeah. Yeah, you absolutely can. Say them, please. Say them, Vax.”
He was truly adorable.
We’d certainly come a very long way.
I leaned in and breathed at his ear, “I. Love. You.”
“Love me. You really love me.”
“Yes, that I do, my darling little Ifrit.”
His eyes sparkled at me. “I love you. Big time, Vax.”
He threw his arms around me, holding me to him so very tightly, breathing me in, feeling me against him, and reveling in it just as much as I was.
After a few moments of savoring it, he eased back and said, “I wasn’t gonna do this… say this… have this exchange. I stopped myself with Evira, because I thought it would be tainted by all this awfulness happening right now.”
“Hmm, I see.”
He pulled back, becoming tense and clearly self-conscious. “But you think it’s stupid of me?”
“Stupid? Never. And I do understand your reasoning. Although, I don’t believe it will be tainted, no matter where and when you confess such a beautiful thing to her.
In fact, with all that’s happening and bearing down on us, it could prove to be a wondrous salve—a light through the descending darkness, if you will. ”
“Huh. I like that.” He cocked his head to the side, regarding me curiously, “Do you… with Evira yet?”
I smiled. “Yes, indeed.” I laid my hand on his shoulder. “However, you tell her first. I know that you need to have that with her first.”
“Except for Win. He already said those words to her. And to you. Do you think… has he not said them to me because of the way I treated him in the past?”
He hung his head, the shame emanating from him so stark, it was brutally intense.
I tipped his chin up, guiding his eyes to mine. “No. Absolutely not. Winter has long ago moved past that.”
“You think?” he asked, fiddling with his worry stone bracelet.
“I am certain.” I stroked his chin. “I believe his reasons for not doing so could be a mixture of things. He’s already conveyed it before when the two of you were in your not-quite-a-relationship situation, so he may not be seeing the need to state it again in the form of a brand-new confession.
And given that you didn’t reciprocate back then because the time wasn’t right on your end, he may now be waiting for you to utter those words first.”
“Oh,” he uttered, brightening. “Yeah, that… makes a lot of sense.”
“Good. All is well there, not to worry.”
He did a little spinning bounce then, and walked over to the bed.
He pressed down on the mattress, cringing. “Well, this isn’t gonna work.”
“What do you mean?”
“I’m not relishing taking it on this majorly uncomfortable slab of stone thing.”
He strode across the room to a large empty space, then swept a wave of his glowing fuchsia magic over it, and in the next moment, he’d conjured another bed that looked like a neon-pink fluffy cloud.
Before I could react to such a thing, he strode back to me and got up close, pressing his chest against mine.
“And, to be clear, I do want to take it.” He leaned in and licked the shell of my ear, sending a wondrous rush of heat through me.
“From you right here and now.” He trailed his tongue down my ear to the lobe.
“My insanely…” Lick. “Intoxicating…” Nip.
“Mouthwatering…” Teeth scrape. “Snake prince…” Suck.
My eyes rolled back in my head as sensation sparked everywhere.
The effect he had on me… truly wondrous.
The three of them had awakened me to so very much. That which I hadn’t thought possible, nor open to me at all.
I grasped his glorious ass encased in all that leather, as I rumbled, “Do you recall what I said earlier? About these tight little pants?”
His gaze burned into mine. “Every dirty detail.”
“Good boy. Then you know what you’re in for.”
I fisted my hand in his T-shirt, then used the hold to propel him over to the cloud bed with a burst of Basilisk speed and strength.
He landed softly on his back amongst all the fluffiness.
I was there in the next second, pouncing on him like an animal.
I grabbed at his pants and tore them open in my haste.
He writhed beneath me, so overcome and worked up already that he couldn’t keep still for a moment.
“Yeah, do it! Get all that rock-hard muscle all over me. Please, Vax. Need to feel you. Need to feel you everywhere. Please!”
He was ripping his T-shirt over his head then—or trying to. His hands were trembling with so much need, I had to help him get it off.
The moment I did, he used his magic to get my bracers off my arms, then he tore open my vest with his bare hands, buttons flying everywhere in the process.
“Mmm, yeah,” he breathed, tossing it aside and licking his lips at the sight of my naked chest.
I fisted his hair and crushed my mouth to his, taking him in a fierce kiss.
He rose to it with an erotic ferocity that had my cock so heavy and aching in moments.
He bucked his hips and I felt him equally needy and so very hard for me, as he rutted against me.
Lips smacked.
Tongues swirled.
Teeth gnashed.
I reached down between us and wrenched his tight little pants off.
He was bare beneath, no underwear, his painfully erect cock already weeping wonderfully.
I pulled my mouth from his, chuckling as he tried to chase my lips.
Then I shoved a hand to his chest, crawling down his body just enough to flick my forked tongue over his crown.
He yelped and trembled all over.
“So needy, so desperate,” I rumbled. “Would you like my warm, wet mouth smothering your beautiful cock?”
“Please,” he gasped, throwing his hand out and digging his nails into my chest. “God, please, Vax. I need you.”
Mmm.
“You asked so nicely. You most certainly deserve an appetizer before the main course.”
“Main course?” he asked, barely able to get his words out steadily. “W-what’s that gonna be? What you said earlier?”
“Me ‘sinking so very deliciously deep inside you’ of course.”
“Oh, fuck, yes. Yeah, Vax. Do it. I need you in me.”
I smirked. “Appetizer first.”
Then I dove down and swallowed him whole.
“Fuck! Fuck!” he bellowed out into the room.
He went wild, thrashing beneath me, all that passion and chaos colliding.
I held his length right at the back of my throat and swallowed. Again and again.
His screams filled my ears, my entire being, and he leaked copiously into my mouth, his luscious taste coating my tongue.
I released my hold on his chest, then he lurched up and fisted my hair, tugging and scratching, digging his nails into my scalp.
It was absolutely glorious.
I ground my own leaking cock up and down his thigh, as I employed my supernatural speed, moving rapid-fire. Violently. Animalistically.
His screams escalated, and he pulled at the sheets, twisting and thrashing, his muscles locking.
His lovely cock pulsed in my mouth and I rubbed his shaft with my tongue, gnawed at his crown, then took him to the back of my throat again.
“I’m… I’m gonna…”
I scraped my fingers over his balls.
Another swallow.
And then I suctioned his crown.
He raked his nails down my back, and detonated in my mouth, coming, coming, and coming.
I swallowed it ravenously, leaving some on my lips.
Then, as I lifted off his cock, I gathered it on my fingers, wrenched him up with a fist in his hair, then pushed all that warm stickiness into his mouth, gliding my fingers along his tongue.
He groaned, eyes blazing, and took what I gave him.