Declan looked openly relieved that Sonny hadn’t been moving away from him and he inched closer to the man he loved.
“Room for you,” said Sonny, though his words weren’t clear as his face was pressed into Declan’s shoulder again.
His eyes were closed.
I looked at the bed.
There was space on the end for me to squeeze in, just like before.
“I can sleep on the couch.”
I really didn’t want to sleep on the couch.
“Can’t throw you out of your own bed,” said Sonny, and Declan turned his head to look at me in the moonlight. I couldn’t resist and I slipped in beside them, burrowing under the blankets to absorb as much of their body heat as I could and listening to their breathing evening out.
Chapter 20
Sonny
When I woke, it took me a moment to sort out my dreams from reality. I was lying in bed with Declan, pressed right up against him, absorbing his body heat. That was nice.
The slithering of soft tentacles over my skin had vanished, meaning that was probably part of the dream. I have no idea why it always felt so nice. I’d never had any kind of tentacle kink before but, since they’d wrapped around me under that icy water, my mind had latched onto them and I wanted themeverywhere.
I shifted my hips to get some friction on my hard dick. I’d woken – or thought I’d woken – several times in the night, always pressed against Declan’s hard chest, a soft tentacle wound around my thigh.
God, I was so hard.
I shifted position, realising I’d been pressed against Declan and it was his hip I was using to get the friction I needed on my dick.
Raising my head a little, I looked up at Declan’s face and met his eyes. He was awake, looking much more alert than me, meaning he’d been awake for a while. I was still wading out of the lapping tides of sleep.
He held my eyes and his arm tightened around me. I realised then that I’d been pressed right against him, my head on his chest, his arm around my shoulder. I didn’t remember when we’d got ourselves into that position, but I liked it.
I also realised that Declan had felt me rubbing against him. There was no mistaking the hardness of my dick pressing into his hip.
He hadn’t stopped me.
Because he loved me.
Declan loved me.
It didn’t feel the way I’d imagined it would. I’d thought I’d burst into a million glittery pieces of confetti so I looked like a human-sized snow-globe that had just been shaken.
“Sonny,” said Declan quietly. His voice had that slightly rusty quality he had first thing in the morning, that tone I’d always been hot for because Ilovedwaking up with Declan and I always privately fantasised about whether he would sound like that when he was about to come.
My hips rolled forward again of their own volition, rubbing against Declan’s hot body.
Instead of cringing away, Declan’s hold on me tightened and he pulled me closer into his side. His eyes never left mine and I began to grind rhythmically against his hip.
“Need to get off,” I said.
He nodded and his breath hitched. I watched, fascinated, as his pupils dilated and I ground myself against him, chasing my pleasure.
On the other side of Declan, the mattress dipped and Erik moved. The blankets were pushed back and he was going to get out of bed.
I reached out a hand, as quickly as I could, grabbing his arm.
He looked round at me. “I’ll leave you two alone.”
