“You’re—you’re serious? You think I’m going to bend over and . . . take it?”
“I think you want me to do just that, Peytor. More than that, I think youneedme to.” Peytor started to interrupt me, but I held up a hand to stall his protests. “You come in here asking to join the Bonded group, claiming to understand what it means for you to join us. But I don’t think you truly know what it will entail. Weshare, Peytor. All of us. Equally. No one is above another when it comes to True Bonds and love with multiple people. In coming in here and demanding to be part of the Bonded group, you are not just offering your soul to us, you’re offering your body. As the Mage, I am the center of the group. You claimed me. Now, it’s my turn to claimyou.”
Peytor stilled for a moment, a muscle bouncing in his jaw.
I took another slow step forward until I was within arm’s reach. Slowly, I extended one of my hands and lightly caressed the stubble on his jaw, much too pleased at the tick of his pulse. I brushed my thumb across his tightly pressed lips before gently pressing my mouth to his.
“Let me show you what it means to be part of this group. What it means to be wanted, what it means to be chosen, what it means to beloved,” I whispered against his lips.
“I’ve . . . I’ve never—” he trailed off, tearing his chin from my grasp as his face turned three shades of red in embarrassment.
I cocked my head at him.
“You’ve never . . . what?” I goaded, willing him to engage.
Peytor shook his head, his sweaty hair flopping around his ears. Still, he avoided eye contact and refused to answer my question.
Faster than a snake, I reached out and seized his jaw once more, forcibly turning his face to meet mine. Fire flashed in his steel eyes, and I grinned manically in response. Peytor wasn’t like Ilyas, nor was he like Folami. Ilyas needed a soft hand, a pliable partner; Folami needed to be given complete control. Peytor, though, demanded hardness and fire.
How perfect each of them is for me, for us.
“When I ask you a question, I expect you to answer me,” I said lowly, moving my other hand to gently stroke his quickly hardening cock.
Peytor grunted against my hold, which only forced me to tighten my fingers around his jaw and erection. He hissed at the bite of pain.
I tsked at his reaction. “I can be gentle, or I can be rough. Which will it be, Peytor? Do you want it like this?” I fondled his cock with the lightest of touches. “Or should I show you how much I own you?” My soft touches turned into a tight hold that had Peytor bucking against my hand with a low grunt.
A smile spread across my face again.
“I see. Now, tell me again. You’ve never done what?” I pulled hard on his cock, eliciting a whimper as Peytor’s eyes fluttered shut.
“I’ve never been fucked before,” he whispered, a faint blush coating his cheeks.
“Now, that wasn’t so hard, was it?” I asked.
He grumbled something again, and I stilled my hand completely. His hips chased forward, but I pulled back enough that he couldn’t fuck into my fist.
“Words, Peytor.”
“No, it wasn’t that hard,” he admitted quietly. Peytor’s eyes found mine, something tentative and vulnerable leaking into his gaze.
“I promise to make it good,” I said.
Peytor nodded rigidly, his whole body vibrating with tension. I leaned closer, pulling him by the back of the head until our mouths met in the space between. His lips were hard, unyielding, much like the rest of him, but they quickly grew pliant, opening for me when I demanded access to twirl my tongue with his. I abandoned the hold on his cock, moving to cup his face with both hands as I slowly knelt on the ground. Peytor followed, body relaxing with each swipe of my tongue until I had him lying on the floor.
The stones were cool against my fevered skin, and I broke our kiss long enough to ensure he was comfortable.
“Blanket?” I asked, thumbs stroking his cheeks. Peytor shook his head.
“Nervous?” I tried again.
Peytor’s lips twitched, but his response nearly had tears coursing down my cheeks. “With you? No.”
His trust meant more to me than words could ever say, and I thanked him for it as best I could with my mouth against his once again.
We kissed until Peytor’s cock was hard once more, and mine pulsed angrily against my leg, begging for relief.
“I’m going to fuck you like this,” I whispered against his lips. “It’s easier for your first time.”
