I said, “Give me your hand.”
Vince held one out. I lifted it to my mouth, licking his palm and sucking on his fingers, able to taste myself on him. He moaned as I got his hand nice and wet.
“There,” I told him. “Now let me see you come.”
With hard jerks, Vince pumped himself as he leaned over me. I watched while he worked quickly, chasing his release. His frantic cries grew louder and louder as pleasure swelled in his mind.His thoughts were locked onto my face while he pumped himself harder and faster.
“Don,” he groaned between clenched teeth when his cock spurted ropes of thick, white seed onto my stomach.
He fell on top of me, and I pulled him close. I nuzzled his sweaty hair. Vince stroked my chest and neck as he panted. “I liked that.”
“As did I,” I replied. I did, immensely, but worry churned in my gut. Vince was mine, and I was going to have to let him go. This was precisely what I hadn’t wanted, but it was foolish to be upset at Vince—I was lost the moment I saw him.
“I want to stay here tonight,” he said, cuddling closer.
I kissed his head. “You’re always welcome.”
“You are way too kind to me.”
“Not at all.” We drakcol took care of our mates, and I would take care of Vince as long as I had him.
Chapter 26
A delightful interlude.
Vince was pressed against the arm of the couch, eyes flicking over his screen. He was sitting with his legs crossed at the ankle, and he was wearing a short red dress that I’d bought him, which I loved, but my focus was on his mind, which was alive with images and emotions. I’d recently discovered a love of Vince reading. His thoughts almost pictured the scenes like it was happening and I could feel his growing excitement, worry, fear, or in some cases, arousal.
I didn’t always know what every creature Vince read about was, in this case, men who turned into large, hairy predators. But he was enjoying the mystery, the romance, and the sex if his emotions were anything to go by.
Originally, I’d been playing my new harpsichord and watching an instructional video as I tried to gain some proficiency with the instrument, but I became almost immediately distracted by Vince. When he’d picked up his screen to start reading—something that I adored he did now—I hadn’t noticed much. But the book had moved into a sex scene that Vince had very much enjoyed, and it had distracted me.
Now, I was just lying on his lap, eyes closed, and reading along with him. The images and emotions raced across his thoughts as the story picked up. My own soul started to thud against my ribs, vibrating in a rapid beat, as the story grew nearer and nearer to the climax, and to another sex scene, I assumed, from the way the two men were speaking to each other. I licked my lips, tail whipping, more than a little excited.
All of sudden, it all stopped so fast I groaned from the rough transition. What had happened?
Vince stared down at me, his eyebrows pulled together. He stroked my cheek, and I released the slightest moan. The feel of his skin on my scales would never become old.
“You stopped playing,” Vince remarked, continuing to stroke my face with the barest of touches.
“Yes,” I replied, voice rough from his ministrations. “Quite some time ago.”
“Why?”
“You were distracting me.”
He laughed, and I swore my soul leaped in my chest. That noise was as perfect as he was. Vince said, “It’s a good book.”
“I was enjoying it as well.”
A smirk firmly in place, he asked, “Which part?”
I looked away, my tail flicking.
“You’re not getting away that easily,” Vince teased, pulling my chin so I looked back in his direction.
I simply smiled at him. Things had gotten so much easier of late. Since Vince had admitted what had happened, since he’d talked to Seth and Teddy, since he’d started talking to Camden and Pierce, since we’d had sex—everything. There was a lightness to him that hadn’t been there. I’d caught glimpses of it previously, but now, I was truly seeing it. Vince was starting to heal. It was going to be a very long journey, but he’d taken a step, and that made me beyond happy.
“I enjoyed the whole story,” I eventually said.
