“Oh, gods,” Lex whispered. “Oh gods, it burns, but it feels so good.”
We fell silent, our ragged breaths synching in the quiet space as I slowly fucked into his asshole. I groaned deep once I was fully seated, my balls pressed against the meat of his ass.
“This—this,” I panted, unable to find the words.
“I know, I know,” he said. “Move, Peytor. Fuck me, please.”
I couldn’t deny him anything.
My hips pistoned hard in and out, the sounds of wet sex filling the room as I felt his asshole tighten around me with each thrust. My hands grasped his ass, pushing him off the mattress so I could fuck at a deeper angle.
Lex released a garbled moan at the new sensation, a sheen of sweat building along his abdomen and brow the longer I thrust into him.
Our hearts beat erratically as one as I chased my release. “Are you going to come?” I gritted between my teeth, wayward curls sticking to my forehead from the exertion.
The Mage shook his head. “Not yet. I want to save it for you.”
His admittance was enough to send me over the edge; the telltale rush ofadrenaline and endorphins flooded my blood as fire zipped along my spine, forcing my cock to swell before releasing jets of cum in Lex’s ass.
I came with a shout and buried myself as deep as I could, grinding my hips against Lex’s pelvis in an attempt to get deeper.
My balls tensed and released as my orgasm ended.
With a sigh that was more a moan, I gently pulled free from Lex’s tight hole and watched with rapt fascination as cum oozed from the widened opening.
“Fuck, that’s my favorite part,” I admitted, slowly gathering some of my cum that dripped between his cheeks to push it back inside.
Lex grunted at the intrusion, and out of the corner of my eye, I saw his dick spasm. My mouth twitched as I repeated the movement, slowly fucking my cum into his ass with my fingers.
His eyes were closed tight, lip caught between his teeth, as I brought my other hand to his erection and squeezed.
“Peytor,” he whined, and I wasn’t sure if he was asking me to stop or help him come.
“What do you need, Lex?” I asked, continuing to stroke both his ass and his cock.
His eyes flew open, blown pupils locking with my own. “You,” he rasped. “I need to be inside you.”
Chapter Fifty-Three
Lex
The d’Aelius heir’s grey eyes widened fractionally, his movements stalling with my admission. As much as I wanted to bask in the afterglow of finally—finally—fucking Peytor, there was still more to be done. He might have made me his, but if he was going to join our Bonded group, he needed to understand that his body belonged to me as well.
I pushed off the mattress until my chest grazed his. Hands on my hips, I straightened to my full height and let my gaze wander lasciviously over his body. His breaths were choppy, and sweat coated every inch of his pale skin, making the lines of his abdomen that much more prominent. With one hand, he pushed back his hair that was stuck to his forehead.
“What?” he panted. “What’s that look for? Didn’t I fuck you good enough?”
Brat.
A slow grin spread across my face as I took a menacing step toward Peytor.
“You did.”
“Then why are you looking at me like that?”
“Flip over, Peytor,” I commanded, my tone even but not unkind.
Peytor scoffed at me with a roll of his eyes. I simply raised my eyebrow in response.
