“I want to see you come. Please, Sunshine. Show me how much you like me.”
He worked even harder until a shudder went through his body moments before his hips arched. Ropes of thick, white cum splattered his stomach. He continued to milk his dick, making more and more cum burst out. Drakcol produced more than humans, and I wasn’t mad at it, though I wished to lap it up.
Tremors wracked his body as he panted. His arms started to go around me, but when they slid through me, he jerked as if he’d forgotten I wasn’t truly here.
I refused to allow my state to ruin this moment. “Taste yourself.”
Two of his shaking fingers ran through the cum on his stomach, and his nose wrinkled. I started to ask what was wrong, but then he shoved them in his mouth. His black tongue cleaned the white liquid off his fingers.
“Fuck, that’s beautiful,” I said.
“Salty and sweet.”
“If I could, I would lick every drop off you.”
Fyn swallowed.
I rolled to his side, lying on the bed. One of his wings disappeared into me, but I ignored it. He shifted to his sideand draped the other wing over me, enclosing me in his secure embrace.
“Shall we go again?” I had thoroughly enjoyed watching Fyn pleasure himself, and I was more than ready to see him undone and begging again.
“Let me rest first, Mate, but yes.” He tucked an arm under his head. “I’ve never had such a strong release in my life.”
I snuggled close. “I liked it.”
“Me too.”
“Maybe you can get in the shower, and we can see if I can get you to come without any other help.”
His eyes darkened with arousal and his dick twitched in obvious interest. “I would enjoy trying that.”
“I’m sure you would.”
Chapter 27
It might be worth the risk.
Fyn dried his long hair with a towel as he glanced at the door. We’d been in the shower where I’dplannedto successfully make him come again. Last night, after watching Fyn jerk off, I’d helped him come with my fingers and mouth on his dick as water had cascaded over his black scales in a distracting array. Today, I was going to try again and not have him touch himself, though maybe have him play with his nipple rings, except, this time, we were interrupted by a communication ping.
There was an emergency, and the Cohort, the ruling parliament of Tamkolvanloknol, was called to assemble. While Fyn wasn’t a voting member—the whole first phase of adulthood thingamajig—he and his brothers as princes had beensummoned. Though, I supposed, Kal had a vote now that he was mated to Seth.
This whole mated-adult thing was odd to me, and I was still trying to get a grasp on it. I always tried to respect other cultures, but come on. Why would being married—or, excuse me, mated make you an adult? It was stupid to me, but whatever.
He glanced at me for the thousandth time, and I said, “Don’t worry, Sunshine. I’ll make you come later. Nothing else but me on your cock.”
“That is not what I’m worried about, Mate.”
“No?” I looked down at his half-hard dick, which started to firm up the longer I stared at it.
He ran his fingers over me, making a shiver go down his spine. That adorable divot was between his well-sculpted eyebrows again. I almost moved to smooth the tension away, but I didn’t know if my non-existent touch would be enough.
Desire so powerful it was a miracle I didn’t combust washed through me. I wondered if it would be worth it to kiss him. To focus as hard as possible and have the slightest resistance of his flesh against my soul. If Fyn knew the cost, his answer would be a decided no, but I hovered in the indecisive gray area. Kissing him might be worth vanishing for a few hours. I needed to experience being with him in some tangible way at least once.
I peeked at my gray fingertips. The transparency was starting to spread up the digits. I kept trying to rationalize that everything was fine… but I didn’t know if it was. Kissing Fyn might not be a good idea, but fucking hell, I wanted it so bad.
“Stay here while I’m gone, Little Soul,” he said.
“What?”
