God, he was adorable.
I pulled him up, and Don didn’t resist. He straddled my waist, those perfect green eyes on me. Pulling the lube out from under my Don-fuck-pillow, I put some on my fingers. “Go up on your knees.”
When he did, I reached between them, seeking his entrance. The second I brushed it, Don gasped, making me smile. His tail whipped back and forth and his wings spread as I circled his rim in irritating slowness before pushing inside of his impossible heat. He released a low cry, and I pumped in and out of him. Don truly didn’t need prep to take me, but I enjoyed fingering him. It was incredibly hot to watch him buck and whine on my fingers.
“You are perfect,” I whispered, pulling out. “My perfect good boy. Ride me.”
Don mewled and gripped my cock, angling it to his hole, and sank down. I clung to his hips as the tight heat encased me. Fuck. I would never tire of just how welcoming Don’s body was. He bent over me, claiming my lips. Tongues tangling, I slowly rutted up into him, keeping my arms wrapped around him. I wanted tobe as close as possible. I wanted to be one person. I wanted to be one goddamn soul.
He whimpered.
“Just like that,” I told him as we slowly fucked—or rather, made love. Because that was what we were doing. We were making love. “Good boy, my Donny, my Sweetheart, my Dontilvynsan.”
“Vince,” he cried, pushing down harder on me.
“Fuck. Fuck,” I whispered as he continued to roll his hips riding me. My orgasm was barreling down my spine, and it was hard to hold it back. I didn’t want this to end. I wanted more of him and me together.
“Vince,” he cried.
Words were impossible for me as I called for him. His pace picked up as he pounded down onto me. Neither of us were going to last long at this speed. We were too desperate for each other. I fisted a hand in his hair, bucking up into him, needing him, craving him.
“My Vince,” he cried and his hole gripped me impossibly tight.
“Don,” I screamed as my orgasm crested, sending me over the edge, filling him full of my cum.
He grunted, riding me through my mind-numbingly good release until he sagged on top of me. I groaned, going boneless. Don breathed heavily as he practically crushed me beneath his weight. Slowly, he pulled off of me, making me hiss from sensitivity, but I wrapped my legs around his hips. I wanted him to stay on me for now. I needed his weight to ground me, so I didn’t float away on the waves of pleasure he’d brought me.
Don kissed every inch he could reach and nuzzled me, scent marking. We’d been apart for enough time that I doubted I smelled like him anymore, which wouldn’t do. I rubbed his sides to help spread his smell.
He chuckled. “I love that you love me scent marking you.”
“I’m yours. I want to smell like you.”
A growl came out of his lips, and I grinned, kissing his neck.
“All yours, Dontilvynsan. All yours.”
Sniffling, he buried his face against me, and I held him securely, brushing my fingers through his hair. “All yours, Sweetheart. All yours.”
Chapter 50
Trust is a two-way street.
Vince was asleep on top of me. The sun was high and wind fluttered the sheer curtains that framed the two tall windows on the back wall of our bedroom, bringing in a fresh scent every few minutes. I shook my head. Our bedroom. And it truly was. He’d changed it some since I’d last been here.
The large four-poster bed covered in vines and flowers was the same, but the covers were now a dark yellow with a subtle geometric pattern, and the sheets were crisp white. The terrace outside the windows was filled with colorful flowers like usual, but there was a chair, with a back, on it for Vince. Even the walls, which had been bare, now had art hanging on them. My mate had made himself comfortable.
My mate. I smiled as I ran my hand down his thin back, and he grunted, nuzzling closer to me. I cradled the back of his head, tail coiling around his leg.
He’d wanted to clean up after we’d fucked, but I’d needed to hold him. I couldn’t bear the thought of him out of my arms even for a moment. Besides, there was some primal instinct that was satisfied by feeling his seed leak out of me. I needed it, as much as I needed to have my seed on his skin, even though it would be difficult to clean off later.
I wanted his smell coating me.
My touchstone pulsed. Someone was attempting to reach me. I stared at the glowing blue stone, holding my mate tight in my embrace. I grabbed it, and Hallonnixmin’s voice filled my ears. My fingers squeezed the stone, and I chucked it across the room. It hit the wall with a crack.
Vince snorted, eyes fluttering open. I smoothed a hand down his back and pressed a kiss to his hair. “I have you, Mate,” I whispered. He burrowed his face into my chest, and his thoughts fell into a sleeping pattern.
NAID appeared. “Prince, Crown Prince Hallonnixmin would like to speak with you.”
