CHAPTER THREE
“Do I meet with approval?”
Darius stood behind him. He could feel the heat of the male’s body so close to his, the static of sexual tension that pulsed between them. A warm breath licked Asher’s ear.
“You are divine. But I wonder, do you taste as good as you look?” His fingers lightly traced over Asher’s skin as he circled around to stand in front of him naked and glorious.
It was clear Darius took care of himself. He was toned and sculpted much like Asher, his dark skin in contrast to the assassins. Asher could now see more of the detailed pearlescent inkwork. The creature of lore was wound around his body, the head rested over his shoulder, the body taking up the space of the male”s toned back with the tail running down over the round of his ass to wind around his right leg and the wings of the mighty beast spread over his shoulder blades.
The black ink was beautiful on his sun-kissed skin, and it looked almost alive as he moved.
“Why don’t you find out?”
“Yes, why don’t I?” Darius pressed his hand to Asher’s chest and gently pushed him toward the bed until his back hit the bedpost, the action pulling a hiss from him as the cool touch of the wood kissed his skin.
“Reach your hands above your head.”
He did as he was asked, and in doing so, Asher’s hands brushed two velvet loops that hung above him.
Darius smiled as he leaned in and fitted each over Asher’s wrists, securing him to the frame. “Mmm, that body is divine, Solslorn blessed.” His fingers gently caressed the skin on his wrist and ran seductively down to tease over his chest, circling his nipples before moving lower.
Asher’s body was vibrating with need. The slow touches, the teasing words, and the light bondage were all the things Asher enjoyed. It was almost like the fae before him had done his homework. He hadn’t, of course. To Darius, it was Levi tied to the bed, not a deadly assassin and thief.
Darius leaned in and began to trail wet kisses over his jaw, then up to his ear, where he lingered. Tracing it with the tip of his tongue, and while his mouth worked magic on his senses, Darius slightly dug his nails into Asher’s chest and slowly dragged them down to the dip of his hips, pulling a hitched breath from Asher.
The air in the room felt electric, almost alive. The dim lighting added to the ambiance, and the scent of cedar and something rich and metallic was light in the air. Asher didn’t even attempt to hold back the whimper of need when he felt the hard length of Darius’s cock press against his own pained one. The male was gifted, blessed it seemed with not only the look of a god but the cock to match. The cherry on top would be if he actually knew what to do with it.
Darius sank to his knees before him, hands settling on Asher’s hips, holding him in place, “Such a perfect cock you have, and already dripping and needy.”
He leaned in and ran the tip of his tongue over the head of Asher’s cock and moaned softly at the taste of him. Taking him into his mouth, Darius flattened his tongue and sank lower, humming as he moved. The vibration radiated down Asher’s shaft and hit his balls.
Darius’s mouth felt warm and slick, and as he worked his mouth over his length Asher all but lost the ability to remain standing. The head of his cock hit the back of Darius’s throat, “Fuck, that feels so good.” The bite of nails pierced his hips as the male pulled him forward, the momentum pushing the tip deeper. On a swallow, Darius took his cock fully to the hilt.
Each swallow from Darius caused his throat to constrict around Asher’s thick cock. Over and over, he took him deep until Asher could feel himself building to climax. His balls felt heavy, and he wanted nothing more than to spill down the throat of the beautiful male kneeling before him.
As if reading his mind, knowing how close Asher was getting, Darius moved to cup him, his palm brushing over his heavy sac. First, gently taking hold and then with a firm grip, tugging on him, restricting his movements. The dominant male did it a few times, edging him. When Asher let out a whimper, warning of a release he couldn’t hold back, Darius guided him to rock harder, faster into his wanton mouth and welcoming throat.
As the momentum was about to cause him to peak, Darius sat back on his heels, his lips riding up and, with a pop, off Asher’s wanton cock. “You really are perfection, and you taste like nectar on my tongue. I am going to swallow you down, have my throat constrict around that thick cock, and take everything you can give me.”
Looking up at him, Darius licked his lips and moaned softly, “Then I am going to lube up that delicious ass and fill you up. Would you like that, Levi? Would you like my cock in your ass? Fucking you hard until you forget everything but the sensation of being so full of my seed?”
Asher whimpered and nodded eagerly.
“Use your words.”
With a loud groan, Asher moved to tug on the restraints holding his hands captive, but they held firm. Here he stood, naked and sporting an erection that was so hard he knew when he actually came, it would be euphoric.
“I want it, I want you...now will you stop teasing me and fuck me already!”
Darius chuckled, “So impatient handsome. Why would I want to rush something so fucking glorious?”
But before Asher could answer, Darius’s mouth was once more hot and wet on the tip of his cock. His hand began to work his shaft in firm strokes, all while holding his lust-heavy gaze.
The male knew exactly what he was doing.
He couldn’t fight the urge any longer, and as Darius took him to the back of his throat and swallowed, Asher gripped the restraints tightly in his hands and cried out on his release. His cock pulsed, and he moaned loudly when Darius released his hips, allowing him to chase the feeling of euphoria.
Swallowing all of Asher’s release Darius slowly rocked back on his heels, his lips riding up the length of his shaft before reluctantly letting the tip pop free. Licking his lips, his smile sexy and alluring, he pushed to his feet and claimed Asher’s lips in a heated kiss.
Asher wanted to run his hands through the male”s hair, and even though he could easily remove the restraints, which given his training, wouldn’t be all that effective, he kept them restrained so as not to blow his cover.
Never had he wanted a fae so much.
“You taste like nothing I have ever experienced before.” His voice was deep and heavy with desire as his lips brushed Asher’s when he spoke.
Reaching above Asher’s head, Darius freed his hands. Once more, he slowly ran the tips of his fingers from wrist to pecks, his nails raking over his nipples before pinching between his thumb and forefinger.
Asher cupped his face and moaned softly into his mouth as the sensation began to stoke the need to be owned by the hot fae. The kiss was a hungry one, both males fought for dominance and control, but Asher remembered his role and allowed Darius to slip his slick tongue past his lips to stroke along his own.
They moved in sync to the bed and only broke the kiss long enough to climb over the mattress before their lips locked once more, their hands running inquisitive strokes over their delicious firm bodies.
Asher gasped into Darius’s mouth as he felt the male’s large hands cup his ass, the tips of his fingers brushing his puckered hole.
“I want you on your hands and knees, kitty,” he whispered hungrily on his lips.
Asher moved to comply, eager to feel the connection.
“I think you better grip the headboard because I don’t think I can take it easy on you.” And as if to emphasize, he gripped both ass cheeks and leaned in to run his slick tongue from taint to his puckered ring and back, his tongue lashing teasing licks over his heavy sac.
“I hope you have lube because I don’t, and I am too far gone to have to stop until you go get some.” Asher was panting now. Being the good little submissive Darius wanted him to be, he reached up and gripped the ornate wooden headboard with one hand while reaching behind him to Darius.
The reply he received was the snick of the top of a container, “Do you believe I wouldn’t be prepared?”
Glancing over his shoulder, Asher watched as Darius palmed the clear slick liquid along the length of his shaft before running his oiled fingers once more over the assassin”s tight ass. A whimper whispered past his lips as he pushed back, seeking more.
Darius settled behind Asher, cock in hand, and after briefly teasing his puckered ring, he pressed slowly into him, drawing a low, breathy moan from Asher. Pressing forward until he was buried deep.
Darius bit his bottom lip as he moaned loudly.
“Blessed stars above, you feel so tight on my cock.”
Asher pressed back, his ass cheeks saddled against Darius’s hips, the male’s cock buried balls deep. He moved to pull off along his length when Darius gripped his hip, the other hand hooking over his shoulder to cup his throat. His body arched over Asher as he began to roll his hips.
They moved as one, two beautiful males, perfectly fitting together as they gave worship to the act of sex and desire. Darius’s lips left wet kisses over Asher’s shoulder and back as his shaft stretched him repeatedly.
Asher was so close to coming, his cock bouncing on the slap of each thrust. Skin meeting skin as both raced for release. “I am so close again, Darius. Please, I need you to go deeper.”
Darius moved from his knees to crouch over Asher, changing the angle, pushing harder and faster. His cock hit just right, stoking over his tight bundle of nerves deep within him that no other male had ever been able to reach.
Asher’s grip on the headboard was so tight that his knuckles were white, and he was sure if he didn’t come, he would just die.
Darius rocked his hips in a steady rhythm chasing his orgasm. The male knew just how hard and how fast to move to push Asher right to the edge. All he needed was to feel the hot release of the male pinning him to find his own.
With one last thrust, Darius cried out. His back arched, his cock fully seated as it pulsed and filled Asher.
The male”s hands gripped his hips, his fingers digging into Asher’s flesh as he bucked his release deep within him. The sensation of fullness was so intense that Asher’s own cock jerked its release over the sheets below him.
Darius leaned closer, bowed over Asher, and laughed softly as he trailed wet, open-mouthed kisses over his shoulder and then down the ridge of his spine.
“You have the tightest, most divine ass I have ever had the pleasure to fill.”
Darius slipped his arm around Asher’s waist and rolled them both to land on their sides on the soft luxurious covers avoiding the damp patch caused by Asher’s release. Both bodies still joined. Darius’s cock was still hard even after being sated.
Asher pressed back into the arms of the man holding him. The heat of his body, a welcome one, a thing he longed for. After his sexual encounters, he would make excuses and leave, yet with this male, he was content to lay in his embrace. Asher felt a strange connection to him. It could have been the post-sex euphoria coursing through his body, but he couldn’t shake the thrum in his chest as he lay there spent in the arms of a male so handsome.
He didn’t need to reach out with his mind to see what the male holding him was feeling because it was obvious it was the same for him, spent, fulfilled, and for this moment in time...worshiped.
Lying still, being careful to keep his breathing even and slow, that of a restful sleeper, Asher listened for any sign of Darius in the bed beside him, but there were none. Asher opened his senses to see if he was truly alone.
He had no idea how long he’d slept. One minute he was in the arms of Darius DeVere, body filled and floating blissfully on a mind-blowing release, the male whispering all the dirty things he wanted to do to him when they both woke. The next he was lying in bed by himself.
Since early childhood, Asher had been able to sense many things from the fae around him. He could feel when his fellow Guild members were upset, hurt, and even horny. At first he couldn’t control it. He would be sitting in class or in the showers after training, and he would feel a wash of emotions hit him. It wasn’t until his teens, when the lessons with Marcia began for him and the others in his dorm, that he forced himself to get them under control. He had no other choice.
Asher would never forget when Garrison, a fellow student, and friend, had been sent to see her for the first time. The male had been eager to progress to the next stage of training. They had all heard tales of what went on, but when Garrison returned, Asher knew from the powerful blow of shame that hit him that what his friend had endured in her class was not something he himself was looking forward to.
Asher gave himself a mental shake to kick himself out of the memories of his youth, and he did what he always did when they surfaced; he shoved them back in their box and pushed them to the back of his mind where they would sit with all the other unpleasant memories of the things he had done or been forced to do.
He glanced around the room. It was hard to tell what time of day it was. The heavy navy blue curtains with gold brocade were still closed, and the only light in the room was the candles lining the walls.
Asher climbed from the bed and dressed quickly, being sure to check his daggers were in place as he tugged on the tunic. He was ready in a matter of minutes. Dressed to impress and ready to complete his assignment.
The room, although it housed a bed, seemed to have a dual purpose. In the corner sat a desk, the top covered in scrolls and papers. On the corner sat scales that were evenly balanced with weights. Upon closer inspection, Asher could see the whole thing was made of solid gold.
Darius was nothing if not extravagant.
After rifling through some of the papers and not finding the slips he was sent to retrieve, Asher moved swiftly to the desk drawers. It was in the second drawer on the left; he found an open box that held cards with the wagers attached.
Asher quickly grabbed the slips he needed, but while searching, he happened upon a card with a name he recognized, Nico Cadman. He was a male one of his mentors had introduced him to a few years back when they were on a mission here in the Summer Quartaine.
He grabbed the slip and added it to the ones already secured in the hidden pocket of his shirt. Quickly and quietly, he put the box back in the drawer before remembering his own slips. A smile took root and spread as he stepped away, leaving them behind. He would be back; he knew he would. Maybe he could poke the bear and get Darius to Hate Fuck him. That thought made his smile tug into a smirk.
Asher moved to the curtains and glanced back over his shoulder to the bed he had been in. A soft sigh whispered past his lips as he saw the rumpled sheets and the mess they had both made in them.
Darius was dangerous.
Asher knew it would be so easy to allow his heart to be taken by the male, and it was something he would avoid at all costs. There was a reason Guild members didn’t have mates or partners. To everyone in it, the Guild was everything, and he had no plans to rock the boat there. He had trained too hard and suffered too much to walk away. He wouldn’t do it, not even if it was for love.
He laughed to himself.
Love...such a silly idea. He knew the word and understood the concept of it. But it was not something he wished to experience.
Gripping the velvet material of the heavy curtains, Asher pulled them open. His plan was to escape. What it was not was finding himself standing toe to toe with Darius DeVere. The naked male was leaning against the recessed window frame.
He had been watching the whole time.