“Can we do that again?” he asks earnestly.
A laugh bubbles out of me, hard enough to shake us both. “Yes please! As soon as you have recovered.”
Jade huffs. “I’ve never had a problem with that.”
“Well then, baby, this is going to be the best night of our lives.”
And I’m pretty sure that I’ve never spoken truer words.
Chapter nineteen
Jade
Flyn looks so blissed out. He is on his back, his legs on my shoulders. I’m thrusting into him. My cock is encased by his tight, wonderful heat. His eyes are closed, head tipped back. Cheeks flushed and his jaw slack with pleasure.
I am so very thankful to all the deities that Flyn was able to find some more condoms in one of his drawers. Three were nowhere near enough. Having to stop would have killed me. I would have missed out on this, the way he looks right now.
He looks fucking beautiful. I’ve never been inspired to create art before, but he may well be my muse. I can easily see myself spending the next fifty years striving to capture the way he looks right now. I could carve him in marble. Recreate him in paint. Weave him into a song. But I know I could never do him justice.
He moans weakly and begins to tremble all over. I think he is about to orgasm again. I keep thrusting into him. His back arches. His body convulses. He screams silently as his peak consumes him.
He clenches around my cock so tightly that it throws me into my own orgasm and we cum together in blissful synchronicity.
He draws in a giant shuddering breath, mumbles something about my impressive stamina, and then falls all floppy.
Hastily, I pull out.
“Flyn?”
His eyelids twitch, but that’s it. I force a gulp past my frantically beating heart. Flyn’s just asleep. He has to be. He is human, and they get tired easily.
I stare at his sprawled, loose-limbed form while my stomach twists in knots. In the harem, Ritchie, or his friends, would fuck me once or twice. But they might have then moved onto one of the other boys. I never kept track. I have no idea what amount of sex is normal for a human in one night. Oh sweet goddess! I’m such a fool! This really is something I should have looked up.
Too late for that, and there is no time for regret right now. I need to find out if Flyn is okay. He might need a doctor, or an ambulance. Or, he could be perfectly fine, and I’m overreacting.
I need to check. I need to know for sure.
But how do I do that? Pink won’t know. His husband is a human like him. Magic doesn’t give either of them extra stamina, as far as I know. If it does, they are evenly matched.
Blue is a paranormal with a fully human mate. But he is asexual. I doubt he has ever fucked Sammy until he passed out.
Brodie and Carter are both human, but they are also strong, well-built, former enforcers who have always known about the paranormal world. They would have always been aware of their own limits in comparison to their lovers’ vitality.
As for Gray and Mal, neither of them are human. Or ever have been.
No, there is only one person who can help me.
I run into the bathroom, deal with the condom and then tear around Flyn’s apartment, looking for my jeans. I find them flung on the back of the sofa. Thankfully, my phone is still in the back pocket.
I need to call Ned. Even though he hates me. He is the only person who can help. He was a human. Then he slept around a lot once he was a vampire. And now he has a human boyfriend. A human boyfriend who knew nothing about the paranormal world when they first got together.
Ned answers on the third ring, even though it is the middle of the night.
“Jade, what’s wrong?”
The concern in his voice makes me want to weep. It is far more than I deserve.
“Hopefully nothing,” I blurt. “But Flyn has passed out after we had a lot of sex and I don’t know if he is okay!”
