A fire started in the base of my spine as my muscles clenched and my balls hugged the base of my shaft. The tension grew, and my cock felt so hard it was painful. I whimpered, shaking.
“It’s alright, Caleb,” Fyn whispered. “Let go. I’m right here. Come for me, Mate. Let me see it.”
My mouth opened as a loud cry ripped out of my throat. My hearing turned to static as intense pleasure swept through me like electricity. My hips arched, and ropes of cum shot out of my dick, painting both of our stomachs.
Zoltilvoxfyn kept working our cocks, extending the wildfire consuming me. I heard a crash, followed by a thump of something flying off the wall—my fault probably—but I paid no attention because Fyn released a low snarl that rumbled in his chest. His lips smashed into mine as cum splashed onto my stomach and his movements on our dicks turned frantic.
When he finished, he practically fell onto me, panting, but he still supported a good amount of his weight. I released my death grip on his shoulders and saw green blood slide down his black scales.
“Sunshine. I cut you,” I said, horrified.
He shut my mouth with a harsh kiss that softened almost instantly, then said in a shaky voice, “I am fine, Mate.”
I wrapped my trembling arms around him. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You’ll learn how to wield your strength. Don’t trouble yourself over a few drops of blood.”
It was more than a few, but I let the matter go because I couldn’t see any more blood escaping. An odd urge to lick the cuts swept through me, making me swallow. Something primal insisted I bathe the injuries and soothe away any pain that I might have caused.
I glanced at Fyn, who breathed heavily above me. I swallowed, fighting the urge, but in the end, I was unable to. I arched up anddragged my tongue over one of the punctures, tangy blood filling my mouth. Fyn’s breath went jagged.
“I’m sorry,” I said, yanking back.
He fisted my hair, drawing my mouth back to his injured shoulder. “I like it. Don’t stop.”
Unable to resist, I licked the other nicks my claws had left behind, bathing each one thoroughly. When I moved to his other shoulder, I asked, “Why do I want to do this?”
“Instinct,” he answered. “Drakcol care for our mates, and we have the instinct to clean any injury.”
“Did you ever wish to do this to me?”
“Yes. After the doctor took your blood.”
“Why didn’t you?”
“You were so stressed, Mate. I could hardly add to it.”
“You should’ve asked,” I said, cleaning the other small cuts. Fyn groaned with each swipe of my tongue, and his desperate noises had my cock twitching in interest, though it didn’t rise to the occasion.
“Always tell me what you need, Fyn. Don’t hide from me,” I muttered against his scales. “I want to be the one who knows you best, the one you run to, the one who holds you. I love you.”
He didn’t answer, panting.
Finished, I kissed Fyn’s forehead, unable to stop my smile at a random thought. I’d never been the bigger lover in bed. I’d often draped over past partners, but never the reverse because of how small I was. This was nice, him resting on me, his hair covering me, his tail wrapped around my ankle. It was nice—though I could tell he wasn’t putting all his weight on me.
Trying to keep my pressure gentle, I slid my fingers up his spine, over his shoulders, and down his sides. “We’ll make it, right? We’ll get past this, right?”
“Yes,” Sunshine said, his deep green eyes meeting mine. “We are forever.”
“We are endless. Life or death, it will just be us.”
Zoltilvoxfyn pressed a kiss to my lips, making my words a promise. We would be alright, in time.
Chapter 49
I don’t want to leave.
I loathed to leave my mate, for even a single breath, but Father and Mother had summoned me. I was fairly certain they were going to talk about when Caleb and I would be officially bound. Knowing Mother, she probably wished to make it an elaborate ceremony since she’d been deprived of that with Kalvoxrencol and Seth. No doubt, they also planned to discuss the unrest Caleb’s rebirth had caused.
