Page 99 of Samhain
Slipping inside him was always a reunion of souls, a hot, tight reminder that we were a match made in the stars. I couldn’t wait any longer. I unzipped my pants and lined my cock up at his entrance, slowly easing the tip inside.
Fuuucck, he was so perfect. He relaxed into me, sagging into the contact, like it felt better for him than it did for me. I understood the feeling. When Lex fucked me, my legs shook for hours afterward.
“Good goddamned hell,” he grumbled, his words muffled by my fingers.
“Shhh,” I whispered next to his ear, my body pressed against his. “Wouldn’t want Djadja overhearing his malysh getting railed like a filthy whore, would we?”
Lex let out a sick, twisted noise, and I buried myself deeper inside of him, hitting that spot that drove him wild. I froze and rolled my hips, and he trembled. That made me shiver, too.
“I love you, Lex,” I whispered. “I’ve always loved you, and no matter what you do or what you say, that won’t change. I can’t forget you. Don’t you know that by now?” I pressed my forehead to the back of his hair, inhaling his scent deep in my lungs, wishing I could bottle it up and carry it around with me so I could smell it whenever I wanted.
He made a sound kind of like a sob, and he collapsed under me, his whole body going limp at the confession. Maybe he’d come already. Maybe he was realizing how deep my feelings for him truly went. Either way, I needed him to remember it.
I pushed up on my knees behind him, one hand pressing his head into the snow, the other pinning his shoulders down. I took him harder and deeper, marking him, claiming him as deeply as he’d ever claimed me.
“Years and miles may separate us,” I said. “But you’re mine. Understand? Always.”
I thrust harder now, deeper, curling my fist in his hair. My cock swelled inside of him, my climax hitting me right between the eyes, splintering down my spine and into my legs.
“Fuck,” I moaned, spilling deep inside him, my orgasm rocketing through my veins. I stayed like that, letting my dick have its way, not knowing when it’d get another chance.
This moment is pure euphoria. I could live in it forever.
Eventually, I eased out of him, taking special care to run my hands over his spine before giving his ass a quick pat. I pulled his pants up so when I flipped him around, he didn’t have his bare ass on the snow. Because I planned to suck his cock just like he wanted, and when he came in my throat, I wanted him to be comfortable.
See? I’m a gentleman, too.
He pouted and his cheeks blushed, making him look like the sex-soaked hedonist I’d always known. I freed his cock, and his lips parted to say something probably shitty and degrading, but this was my scene. This was my show. So I covered his mouth again and pushed him to lie flat, leaning down to get to work.
I teased him by licking the tip, making him groan and let out a deep exhale. When I sucked him the way he liked, licking and flicking the spot just under his head, I had to shove a forearm in his gut to keep him still. He tried to grab for my hair, but I circled his wrists and pinned him down again. When I finally let him come, it was with my fingers down his throat, my lips wrapped around his dick, and my name on his tongue.
I absolutely lived to unravel him.
When we were done, I rolled to the side and threw an arm over my eyes, breathing down the dopamine rush, panting into the frigid air.
“Christmas,” he finally said, his voice gravelly like he’d swallowed a sandblaster. “Promise me Christmas.”
I looked at him, taking a deep inhale before nodding. “I think I can swing it.”
He shook his head and rubbed his hands over his face. “I have a secret I need to tell you.”
“Oh?” I raised an eyebrow. “Go on.”
“You know I love Miri,” he said, rolling on his side so he could face me. “And Ivy and me…well…it’s complicated, but I do love her.”
I snorted. After all these years, I was happy he could finally admit it.
“But you…” He shook his head, finding and lighting two cigarettes, one for each of us. “There’s something about you, Chicago.” His voice dropped so he could whisper the next bit so low that only I could hear it.
It seemed sweet, right? To be craved by someone you loved, someone you also craved. But his face grew more somber when he realized I was being too romantic about it.
He rubbed a hand over his hair, brushing it out of his face. “Those two years I didn’t see you felt like I’d quit smoking cold turkey. And now that I fell off the wagon—” His eyes widened, and he inhaled his cigarette, blowing it out in a thick puff of gray smoke. “I can’t go another two years, Carter. I’ll fucking lose my mind.”
“I promise, DC,” I said, leaning in to kiss him.
“Whatever this magic is,” he said. “It’s affecting me in really fucked-up ways. Carter, I could feel you getting closer. I knew when you were in DC. I don’t know how I knew, but I did.” It flickered behind his eyes, the first real bite of fear. Up until now, he’d hardly flinched. Running from a fairy king? No big deal to Lex fucking Fairfax. Cursed by a trickster fae? Rolls right off the Russian prince’s back.
But for one brief second, he looked like a little boy, small and terrified. It made him seem fallible for the first time since I’d known him.
